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Tag Archives: Death
The Fight For Nobility
The Fight For Nobilityby Michael DoyleTo fight for nobilityOften causes many to loseIn life’s lack of sensibilityWhich comes though we refuseThe Spanish InquisitionHad its inglorious powerThat it used without hesitationTo rule any given hourMadmen and poetsHave much in commonEven when … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Believe, Best, Born To Die, Broken Dreams, Brutality, Cause, Common, Confuse, Cure, Dare, Death, Desire, Destination, Dreams, Fight, Fool, Give, Grasp, Hesitation, Hour, Idle Talk, Inglorious Power, Judge, Knight, Life, Live, Lived, Lose, Madmen and Poets, Mirror, Moments, Nobility, Noble and True, Plain, Poetry and Poems, Pose, Prevail, Proverbs, Question, Real, Reality, Rebuild, Refuse, Rule, Seem, Sensibility, Test, The Spanish Inquisition, Truth, Why, Youth
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First Principles: I Love the Man That Can Smile In Trouble, That Can Gather Strength From Distress, and Grow Brave By Reflection
“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, … Continue reading
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Business, Conduct, Conscience, Death, Distress, First Principles, Frim, Grow Brave, Heart, Love, Mankind, No. 1, Principles, Reflection, Shrink, Small Minds, Smile, The Crisis, Thomas Paine
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A Smile of Death
A Smile of Deathby Michael DoyleThe morning comes with a “how have you been”That comes a bit too brightly in world gone dimA smile unwelcomed can being its sense of dreadWith the ominous thought that we’ll all soon be deadThe … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Anxiety, Breath, Control, Creativity, Creep, Dead, Death, Delusion, Depravity, Dim, Dread, Dreary, Morning, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Post-Traumatic, Real, Scream, Smile, Soul Weary, Tired, Uncertain, Zen
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The Mothman Cometh
The Mothman Comethby Michael DoyleGraceful yet frighteningI saw him by lightening With two red eyes glaringI couldn’t help staringPleading his wild eyed mysteryA part of West Virginian historyThis mysterious sort of beingThat the moonlight might bringA chilling whisper finds its … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Being, Blame, Breath, Bring, Cornfield, Courage, Danger, Death, Doom, Fear, Feeling Lost, Fog, Frightening, Game, Glare, Graceful, History, Late Night, Moonlight, Mothman, Mysterious, Mystery, Outrun, Poetry and Poems, Prank, Red Eyes, Run, Sight, Span, Spell, Stare, Stranger, Talons, West Virginian, Whisper, Wings
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God’s Holy Power
God’s Holy Powerby Michael DoyleThrough Jesus, everything with breathKnows its salvation from its deathAmazed by what we have foundWe awaken to this holy soundOur words form in praiseAs we proclaim His name through our daysSaid with the correct intentionMiracles have … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Amaze, Awaken, Breath, Breathlessness, Conviction, Days, Death, Division, Faithfulness, Found, God, Holy Hour, Holy Power, Holy Sound, Intention, Jesus, Kingdom, Living Vision, Miracles, Moment, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Proclaim, Reliance, Righteousness, Rock of Ages, Salvation, Shame, Sin, Songs, Strength, True Unity, Turning Pages, Words
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On the Role of Grandparenting
On the Role of Grandparentingby Michael DoyleIn a celebration of one anotherWe commemorate the blessings of each otherThis is part of being God’s familyAs we live within God’s holy communityThe lessons taught by new facesAre blessed when revisited by old … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Blessing, Boom, Celebration, Community, Confidence, Death, Dignity, Embrace, Example, Expression, Full Attention, God's Family, Godly Intention, Gospel, Grandparenting, Grandparents, Honor, Integrity, Lasting Impression, Legacy, Lessons, Life, Living Culture, Love, Loved and Safe, Loving Eyes, New Faces, Nurture, Old Traces, Poetry and Poems, Positive, Purpose, Quality, Relevance, Reveal, Reverence, Role, Scrapbook, Shape, Stages, Talk, Tongue, Touch, Tradition, Values, Walk the Walk
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Unvanquished
Unvanquishedby Michael Doyle Crescent moons signify deathNight births the heavens with her last breathThe realm of darkness buries the sunUntil once again a new day is begun Digging the way through disparagementNeeds perseverance when there is no encouragementThe seeds of … Continue reading
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Tagged Arrival, Blind Seer, Cast, Claustrophobia, Convince, Creation, Crescent Moon, Death, Disparagement, Embrace, Fear, Glissando, Heavens, Hope, Last Breath, Logic, Man's Survival, Myth, Night, Organic Emotion, Permeate, Perpetual Motion, Poetry and Poems, Primeval Struggle, Psyche, Reappear, Repress, Ridley, Seeds, Sensation, Shape, Suspense, Synthesis, Tears, Tether, The Necronomicon, Unspoken Voice, Unvanquished, Vission, Wheel
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Uthred of Bamburgh
Uthred of Bamburghby Michael DoyleThe blood runs deepAs Saxon mothers weepSatan has crossed the landsUnder blood thirst’s craven commandVahalla’s gates open wideWatching as seven kings diedThe Valkyries accept the deathAs Uthred draws his last breathA hero though rarely namedIf England … Continue reading
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Tagged Betrayals, Blame, Blood, Breath, Burn, Burning Hearts, Cold, Craven, Death, Deep, England, Fall, Family Ties, Fiction, Flames, Flicker, Halls, Hero, History, Kings, Lands, Learn, Lost, Mytery, Oath, Poetry and Poems, Real Man, Sacred, Satan, Saxon, Seven, Sir Lancelot, Sky, Thirst, Uthred of Bamburgh, Vahalla, Valykyries, Weep, Wide, Winter, Word
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