Tag Archives: Eyes

Something Beyond Beautiful

Something Beyond Beautifulby Michael DoyleWhen the hurricanes pass me by,And I realize that I did not die.I go to the place where the river flows,That quiet place where nobody goes.I find that passion has ruled my game,And my character has … Continue reading

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We Will Do the Rest

We Will Do the Restby Michael DoyleWith a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget,We’ll know liberty’s tree from its roots grownTo the top of freedom’s leaves, deeply flowing.We’ve driven the distance to see the sightsAcross … Continue reading

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The Riddle of the Sands

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading

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As Invincible As the Stars

As Invincible As the Starsby Michael DoyleAnother Father’s Day approaches soon.I think on this under the shining moon.I love talking to each of my daughters,And I realized I’m blessed to be their father.I think on the long drives and all … Continue reading

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The Shaman’s Missing Chord

The Shaman’s Missing Chordby Michael DoyleThe struggle for life’s force,The mystery in seeking its source,Blazed as Morrison’s eyes glow.On what side would we learn to know.It’s easier to scare an audience,Portraying the figure of scorn and diffidence.Twirling into a dance … Continue reading

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Memory’s Connection

Memory’s Connectionby Michael DoyleMemory goes beyond mere collection.Below the skin is the synaptic connection.Life is weathered by the sun and the rain,Until there is no awareness left in the brain.Dementia is nature’s worst solitude,Alone in the night where emptiness intrudes.Alzheimer’s … Continue reading

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The Sweetest Fragrance

The Sweetest Fragranceby Michael DoyleEvery curve, every gleam, every sightHer words were a whisper in the nightCharms awaken my soul as she blazedMy heart on fire, I stood amazedThe depth of her soul was uncharted kindnessIt was crystal clear despite … Continue reading

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Dawn Breaks

Dawn Breaksby Michael DoyleWaking up to this holy hourDawn breaks in our Father’s powerAnd we know there’s nothing He can’t doHe stands ready for me and youWe pledge our everything and allHeeding our Lord’s loving callOpening our eyes with gratitudeWe … Continue reading

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The Thick of the Thin

The Thick of the Thinby Michael DoyleWhispered rumor has itThat we’re the thick of the thinIf you were in HellI’d come barreling inFounded on trust and loyaltyThis is what makes us a familyMy soul is resolved in this decisionYours is … Continue reading

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Merle Oberon

Merle Oberonby Michael DoyleIt doesn’t matter what screen she’s onHere’s to the legendary Merle OberonIn 1935, she set eyes and minds reelingPlaying the heroine with thought and feelingSouth Asian, yet with Javanese eyesHer ascent had come with some surpriseAs Goldwyn … Continue reading

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