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Sudden Thunderstorm

Sudden Thunderstormby Michael DoyleWhen I left to go hike, the skies were clear.I just wanted God and nature’s path to be near.Besides missing my daughters, my world had no care.It turned out that this illusion was its own snare.Having hiked … Continue reading

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Two-Way Street

Two-Way Streetby Michael DoyleI don’t have the words to sayAll the things that I must sayI silently sit here, and I prayI will somehow make my wayTo my shepherd, I will singThe holiest of holies, He is my kingYou know … Continue reading

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Long Gone Phrases (Phases of Yesterday)

Long Gone Phrases (Phases of Yesterday)by Michael DoyleI’m not sure where this story should beginIt doesn’t matter – the color of your skinAnd what you care to believeMatters not as much as you don’t deceiveThere are jokes enough to not … Continue reading

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No News, Anxiety Blues

No News, Anxiety Bluesby Michael DoyleEven though they tell meThat I wear victory’s crownThey’ll never totally sell meThat I should not feel downYes, I survived and stand aliveI can’t say the same for friendsPatriotic to the point of deep diveNow, … Continue reading

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Growing Our Intimacy

Growing Our Intimacyby Michael DoyleWe have so little time for introspectionAs we approach life with our expectationsSometimes it’s an easy flow of conversationOther times, we’re micro-managing our destinationBeing present and being openly hereIs the experiment of what might disappearAs our … Continue reading

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Turkey Run State Park

Turkey Run State Parkby Michael DoyleIndiana is prone to having a second winter appearAfter it seems the real winter has disappearedThis was the circumstance in February 2024When a snowfall came, inviting my family to exploreMy daughters and I loaded up … Continue reading

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Truth of Dust Roads Taken

Truth of Dust Roads Takenby Michael DoyleSome of the deepest truths are told in fictionEspecially those of times of historical frictionPushed into competition over narrowed resourcesInherent conflicts rise as nature takes its coursesSome conflicts come with visible tags of shameWhere … Continue reading

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If We Wish For the True Keys of the Kingdom

If We Wish For the True Keys of the Kingdomby Michael DoyleIt is said that in life’s great travestyThat it was the things of curiosityThat finally killed off the barn catBut I would bet that if we looked in the … Continue reading

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Mountain Top Revelations

Mountain Top Revelationsby Michael DoyleUnknown mountain tops to exploreIs an answer and a prayer for the moreThat comes from a world knowing lessIs actually more, the function search of a guessAs if there is still a peak yet to existIt … Continue reading

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The Christmas That Was Tragic

The Christmas That Was Tragicby Michael Doyle This Sunday, Christmas, is a bit tragicWhen we’ve stopped believing in magicWe call it adulting but it’s really notIt’s just the goodness we’ve simply forgot Take a deep breath, and try to believeIn … Continue reading

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