Tag Archives: Forgotten

Ghost Story

Ghost Storyby Michael DoyleRemember Remember meMy death Was cold miseryThere is no record At least officiallyBut my lynching Is part of historyI’m cold and alone Without a name on the stonePlease talk to me I need a sort of legacyI … Continue reading

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Strategic Calculation

In remembrance of December 7, 1941: Strategic Calculationby Michael DoyleIt was a risk based on a strategic calculationThat brought the Japanese to their evaluationDecember 7, 1941, will live on in its infamyTaking its place within our nation’s memoryIt was a … Continue reading

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The Naughty List

The Naughty Listby Michael DoyleWhen the truth’s told even in the best of timesA heart should beware of the easiest rhymesKeeping an eye out for the details of the DevilIs best because we know he’s never on the levelThere’s a … Continue reading

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Each Moment’s Thankfulness

Each Moment’s Thankfulnessby Michael DoyleIn this world folded into blindnessToo many have forgotten kindnessI think it begins with gratitudeLooking on the world with right attitudeBefore this, there is the participationThat slowly seeps into relaxationPeace comes with every breath takenAllowing this … Continue reading

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The Blood of Unrequited Tears

The Blood of Unrequited Tearsby Michael DoyleEven children book storiesHold whispers of former gloriesLike the Book of Life’s ResurrectionIf we follow the clues, we’ll find the connectionsA brave child will dare to readUsing his imagination to find where it leadsEven … Continue reading

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In Remembrance of 9/11; May We Never Forget

Tragedy struck on this day 22 years ago. Thousands died at the hands of terrorists. This should never be forgotten. Just as tragic, under the Biden Administration, we have seen Afghanistan fall back into the hands of the Taliban. Never … Continue reading

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First Principles: God Governs In the Affairs of Men

“And have we now forgotten that powerful Friend? or do we imagine we no longer need its assistance? I have lived, Sir, a long time; and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this Truth, that … Continue reading

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Blessed, Broken, and Given

Blessed, Broken, and Givenby Michael DoyleWe live in the era of the offendedWhile we’ve forgotten that we’re friendedBy a friend who teaches in His storyThe ways to move past offense into gloryHave a sharp mind in every interrogationFinding discernment in … Continue reading

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The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Day

The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Dayby Michael DoyleChristmas didn’t come with a pretty bowIf you didn’t know this, you need to knowThere was a lot of ugly in what became beautifulThe something simple transformed into the wonderfulShepherds were … Continue reading

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Kept In A Hillside Perspective

Kept In A Hillside Perspectiveby Michael DoyleI’ve heard a lot of jokesAbout being close to inbredIt’s the kind of a thingThat rolls around in my headOver and over againPlaying a memory’s allusionAgainst something, I can’t defendAs I have been searching … Continue reading

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