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Tag Archives: Death
The Truth of Why We Fight
The Truth of Why We Fightby Michael DoyleIn different timesHow might it end?Could it have beenWe might have been good friends?Your job and mineHere on the frontlineIt’s a killing job to be doneYet, you are somebody’s sonThere is the truth … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Bad Guys, Beware, Courtyard, Death, Die, Different Times, Done, End, Enemy Territory, Fight, Frontline, Glory, Good Friends, Good Guys, Hard, Jumping, Killing Business, Killing Job, Life, Mine, Moral, My Story, Name, Old, Poetry and Poems, Question Why, Rubble, Shame, Somebody's Son, String Quartet, Told, Truth, Wrong or Right, Your Job
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Facing Death Boldly
Facing Death Boldlyby Michael DoyleFacing death is one thingWatching the death of your menThat hurts more than anythingIt burns like the second mortal sinCold and hungry in the nightA target was seen in every lightYou never forget the death seenIt … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Advance, Best Nights, Bold, Breaking Point, Breath, Burn, Cold and Hungry, Death, Dreamless, Emotional Landmines, Face, Forgot, Fought, France, Human Being, Hurt, Images, Inching, Light, Man, Memories, Nivht, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Seamless, Second Mortal Sin, Seen, Target, Tears, Traces, Useless, War, Watch, Your Men
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About A Death
About A Deathby Michael DoyleToday, I watched a show about deathI have to admit, it took away my breathAs I try to write this bit of poetryIt’s weird to think how much it’s hitting meIt’s hard to write with tears … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged About A Death, Abyss, Admit, Alone, Anguish, Breath, Certain, Death, Disguise, Each of Us Starts, Eternity, Eyes, Favorite Human Being, Harder, Hold, Hope, Jaded, Jaded Heart, Lost, Meant, Miss, My Smile, Near, Only Yesterday, Our Woods, Passing Years, Photographs and Memories, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Puddle of Tears, Real Meaning, Show, Solitude, Stage, Standing Here, Stood, Sum, Talking, Tears, Today, Traces of You, Walking, Weird, Wish, Woods, Words On My Page, World, Write, Yeterday
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Love Notes
Love Notesby Michael DoyleIt’s a three lock boxIt is ours to remove these locksThere in the holy three-in-oneAre the Father, Spirit, and the SonI cry as I think of the things they’ve doneNow I am redeemed and the victory wonThe … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Church, Death, Done, Faith and Hope, Father, Found, Free, Fully Known, Glimmer, Great Love, Heart, Heaven, Holy, Hope, Hospital, Lacked, Last Breath, Locks, Looking Back, Love Notes, Old Guitar, Part, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Redemption, Remove, Salvation, Son, Spirit, The Lord, Three Lock Box, Three-In-One, Travel, Unknown God, Victory, Wait, Words
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First Principles: Peace Is the Real and Right Memorial For Those Who Have Died In War
“Peace is the real and right memorial for those who have died in war.” – Richard M. Nixon
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Death, First Principles, Memorial, Peace, Real, Richard M. Nixon, Right, War
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In the Shadows
In the Shadowsby Michael DoyleThe beginning was an image of allA modern miracle held in mystified aweUntil life’s illusion lost its intensityAnd the desire for death grew in complexityThe face of horror pulls at mankindAs though in this darkness we … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged All, Angst, Audience, Awe, Beginning, Big Bang, Blood, Book of Satan, Charmingly Perverse, Children of the Night, Claw, Complexity, Creation and Destruction, Damnation, Darkness, Death, Desires, Diabolical Forces, Eternal Punishment, Face of Horror, Fear, Gasp, Good and Evil, Halloween, Image, Imagination, Immorality, Intensity, Joined, Leaves, Life's Illusion, Mankind, Mephisto, Metropolis, Mirrored Twin, Modern Miracle, Need, Night, Persevere, Plays For Laughs, Poetry and Poems, Power of Light, Protection, Proximity, Read, Rise, Rotting Glory, Salvation, Shadow, Shadows, Spirit of Darkness, Story, Substance, Talisman, Tears, The Crucifix, Together, Tread, Universe
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Danza Pieta
Danza Pieta by Michael DoyleNoisome crypts jangle the bones of innocenceWhere evil lingers knowing no pretenseOrgan music begins to play in its tonal rangeSomething wicked and something strangeParanoia, whispered fears, and shades of doubtEcho like unfriendly notes raised into a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Black Death, Bones, Cause, Crypt, Danza Pieta, Death, Echo, Evil, Fragility, Imagery, Innocence, Insensibility, Memento Mori, Momento Mori, Organ Music, Paramoia, Philosophy, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Sacred, Sensuality, Stoicism, Terror, Tonal Range, Unfriendly Notes, Vain, Wicked
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In All My Living Days
In All My Living Daysby Michael DoyleIn all my living daysI will lift my voice in praiseI’m overjoyed by what I’ve foundHappily blessed, chasing it aroundAll because He roseAs every wiseman knowsHe took our sins from usAnd we know this … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged All, Baptized, Blessed, Catch My Breath, Chasing It Around, Connection, Conversion, Death, Devotion, Found, Grave, He Rose, Immersion, Know, Lifting My Head Up, Living Days, Love, Melody, Overjoyed, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Purpose, Reason, Relationship, Renewed, Save, Share, Sin, Voice, Wiseman, Worship, Write
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