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Tag Archives: Fear
On Which Life Depends
On Which Life Dependsby Michael DoyleWe play games aimed to pleaseAs we touch and you teaseShowing me your personal spacesAnd touching me with your tracesThese linger inside my mindYours is the touch that I’ve wanted to findI am in a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Action, Begins, Blur, Close, Connection, Depends, Emotions, Ends, Everything, Explore, Fear, Feelings, Forget-Me-Nots, Games, Heat, Life, Linger, Melt, Mind, Night, Paces, Passion, Personal Spaces, Please, Poetry and Poems, Practicality, Presence, Reflection, Sensuality, Stumble, Summer, Tease, Touch, Traces, Understanding, Walk Through
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If the Truth…
If the Truth…by Michael DoyleIf the truth is to be unpleasant Let it be spoken in a bold voiceKeeping focused on the presentNot a stumbled mumble as if not a choiceIt is better that the disagreeableBe out there and quickly … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Avoid, Avoidance, Bad, Better, Bit By Bit, Bold Voice, Choice, Conceivable, Cycle, Dear, Deception, Disaagreeable, Done, Ear, End of Nature, Fear, Focus, Happy, If, Laws and Statutes, Life, Love, Malice, Moment, Mumble, Nibble, Pacify, Poetry and Poems, Present, Quick, Quick Usee, Reason, Reception, Sad, Seasonal, Seek, Spoken, The Cause, Think, Time, Torment, Truth, Unpleasant, Victory, Well Used, Wisdom, Won
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Like Souls Rising From the Dead
Like Souls Rising From the Deadby Michael DoyleHidden symbols press the conscienceAnd then denies the separation of scienceFrom the spirituality of all things trueThis is independent of a fearful point of viewMorals only tend to get in the wayOf moments … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Anger, Asp, Blasphemous Prayers, Block, Born, Clasp, Company, Conscience, Consequence, Cosmic Strife, Craven World, Cursed, Damned, Darkness, Dead, Divine, Engrave, Eternal Fire, Evil, Fallen Angels, Fear, Godless, Greed, Hand, Harness, Hellish Choir, Hidden Symbols, Hidden Truth, Knowledge, Life, Lightning, Majesty, Mire, Mirror, Morals, Mother Nature, Names, New Day, New Life, New Meaning, Night, Outshine, Pain, Palmistry, Past Light, Phoenix Rises, Poetry and Poems, Point of View, Price, Rise, Sacred Veil, Satan, Science, Separation, Souls, Spirituality, Stranger, Sun Rise, Sympathy, True, Undone, Winter Storm, Wish, Womb
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Happy Halloween 2023
Happy Halloween 2023by Michael DoylePumpkin, ghosts, and black catsCoffins, ghouls, and witches hatsIt’s a dizzying juxtapositionOf death in a freeform composition Each holiday has its own marked placeThat helps society’s children embraceThe traces of life that we all knowThat shift … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Acceptance, Black Cats, Children, Coffins, Composition, Death, Dormancy, Embrace, Fall, Fear, Freeform, Frivolity, Ghost, Ghouls, Grow, Halloween, Happiness, Happy Halloween 2023, Holiday, Horror Tales, Juxtaposition, Know, Laughter, Life, Magic, Marked Place, Mean, Memento Mori, Mortality, Movies, Nonsensical, Pieces, Poetry and Poems, Pumpkins, Reminder, Saint, Scare, Scares, Scattered, Shift, Smile, Society, Soul, Stitches, Teach, Trace, Whimsical, Winter, Wish, Witches, Witches Hats
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First Principles: Though I Walk Through the Darkest Valley, I Will Fear No Evil
“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I … Continue reading
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Comfort, Darkest Valley, Fear, First Principles, Green Pastures, Guide, Lie Down, Lord, Name's Sake, No Evil, Nothing, Pslams 23:1-4 (NIV), Quiet Pastures, Refresh, Right Paths, Rod, Shepherd, Soul, Staff, Walk
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My Foundation
My Foundationby Michael DoyleWhen everything around is shakingAnd my heart falls apart breakingMy best battles begin on my kneesCasting my worry and fears on the breezeKnowing that I can trust the LordTo find the words as shield and swordMy faith … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Battle, Breaking, Faith, Fear, Foundation, Heart, Holy Child, Jesus, Loss, Mercy, Poetry and Poems, Shaking, Shield and Sword, The Lord, Trust, Victory, Words
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His Cure
His Cureby Michael DoyleJehovah by nameHe takes our blamePurified in praiseBringing light to our daysHis is the peaceThat wins from sin, our releaseGiving us our freedomIn the name of His KingdomHe who has set the starsAllowing us healing from our … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Action Verbs, Blame, Broken, Correction, Cure, Days, Empty Words, Fear, Freedom, Gardens, God, Graves, Heal, His Cure, His Path, Humanity, Jehovah, Kingdom, Light, Love, Mourning, Name, Only Way, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Pure, Release, Ressurection, Scar, Sin, Spoken, Stars, Steady and Sure
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Politically Incorrect Revisited
Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading →