Tag Archives: Fear

Planted Seed of Fear

Poem 4 in a series retelling a classic werewolf tale: Planted Seed of Fear by Michael Doyle Plant the seed The seed of fear As the blood moon rises Evil comes in its disguises The village wills to celebrate While … Continue reading

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Full Asking Price

Poem 2 in a series retelling a classic werewolf tale: Full Asking Price by Michael Doyle I know so little of what to believe As I sit here and quietly grieve We talk of counted blessings But most of these … Continue reading

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Flaws of My Heart

Sat in on an early morning sermon today.   While listening in, this came to mind… Flaws of My Heart by Michael Doyle My flaws of the heart Directed by sin from the start My eyes closed to Godly fear I … Continue reading

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Shrunken Jesus

It’s a paradox really… Shrunken Jesus by Michael Doyle We trust as we say with our might Believing as we will in truth and light That Jesus has the power to save our souls Then in whispers we wonder at … Continue reading

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To Escape the Warren

More or less dedicated to A Watership Down: To Escape the Warren by Michael Doyle In the beginning Rabbit gained his tricks There on the path of winning Played out like a guitarist’s licks Each to have their meaning Captive … Continue reading

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Waking Up Alone

Didn’t Bowie set it out for us well?  Time may and does change us.  But, we cannot change time.  Why do realize that when we are young.  Then so many of us lose sight of this as we grow older … Continue reading

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Facing Fear Toward Tomorrow

A review of race history in America is a mix of hope and of fear; rights and wrongs; in short and in truth a mixed story.  Today, we confront that which was wrong.  Still, we should do so not in … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: When Even One American – Who Has Done Nothing Wrong – Is Forced By Fear To Shut His Mind and Close His Mouth, Then All Americans Are In Peril

“When even one American — who has done nothing wrong — is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth, then all Americans are in peril.” – Harry S. Truman (1884-1972)      

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To London, Across the Sea

A further retelling of Dracula in poetic form: To London, Across the Sea by Michael Doyle In a tested game of chess A knight is menacing a queen The losing side will confess What this really means A voyage has … Continue reading

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Slow Like A Mule

Blues and fusion offers it’s own kick of long solos filled with hot licks.  But in all of this, there is that groove and it punches slow like a mule.  No one threw those punches better than Betty Davis. Slow … Continue reading

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