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What Used To Be

What Used To Beby Michael DoyleI remember when I showed my daughterWhat it was that used to once beShared like a loving fatherIn the twenty-second centuryWe dominated with technologyForgetting the natural carrying capacityAnd reframed the world in uglinessTo which her … Continue reading

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The Freedom Agenda

The Freedom Agendaby Michael DoyleI read the headlines to my great consternationThat Newsome and others would change our constitutionThe thoughts of over my dead body come to mindIt’s time we leave such foolish thoughts behindIt’s not enough to simply win … Continue reading

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Inside the Temple

Inside the Templeby Michael DoyleThe mercy of God fills the heartOf the blessed souls that will departBut as the light fades, the night grows longFor the sake of the fight, make the coffee strongIt might be hours; it might be … Continue reading

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A Question of Theology

A Question of Theologyby Michael DoyleIt’s an interesting tug-of-warOne in which we watch the scoreWhy didn’t the Archangel slay the Devil?Instead, God chose to keep things more levelThe question isn’t just one of simple theologyBut crucial in understanding God’s divinityGod’s … Continue reading

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To Yet Believe

To Yet Believeby Michael DoyleConfused by shadowsWe wonder at what we knowTo the heavens and to belowWe feint at what we might knowPerhaps spoken dreamsAre our best questsThe impossible, so it seemsGives us our best testsTo fight to right the … Continue reading

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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

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Dunmore’s Lamentation

Dunmore’s Lamentationby Michael DoyleA seeming footnote on the journeyWas found about the struggle for libertyWe had gone to Point Pleasant to seeAnother point of what is legendaryOn to find that the struggle for this nationAlso began with Lord Dunmore’s lamentationAs … Continue reading

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Across Life’s Breeze

Across Life’s Breezeby Michael DoyleIt takes a fightTo find the victoryIt takes the lightTo build historyOur hands liftedUpward and highBelief unshiftedOur eyes are toward the skyFrom the crossTo the empty tombVictory from seeming lossBegan in Mary’s wombUndefeated in every hourHoliness … Continue reading

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A Father’s Fight

A Father’s Fightby Michael DoyleI may be stupidBut I’m never dumbI might even beSmarter than someThere are times I’m afraidAnd other times, braveTo Hell with the plans they’ve madeIt’s my America that I fight to saveI am part of the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Hatred In A Human Heart Has All Skin Colors, and That Really Is What Is At the Root of Racism

“Why is the race industry blooming? Because it is a lucrative business based on the lie that the United States is the most racist place to live; a lie that has convinced people that more murdered blacks are killed by … Continue reading

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