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The Greater the Miracles
The Greater the Miraclesby Michael DoyleReligion it seems is love’s emotionPersonified and adhered to with devotionFor a person who lives life without reasonHas committed the most personal of treasonsIn the Grand Inquisitor we find rarified poetryIn which passions are taken … Continue reading
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Tagged Aching, Again, Arise, Astray, Atone, Belief, Burn, Capability, Constants, Desire, Despotism, Devil, Devotion, Divine, Easily Led, Edge, Emotion, Fable, Faith, Fed, Freedom, Grave, Greater, Hate, Hell, Heresy, Himself, History, Jesus, Keys to the Kingdom, Kind, Late, Laugh, Lessons, Life, Live by Bread Alone, Live Life, Living, Love, Man, Miracles, Mistake, Mystery, Not Hate, Passion, Photograph, Piety, Play, Poem, Poetry, Power, Random Chances, Rare, Religion, Responsibility, Save, Second Chance, Seek, Strife, Suffer the Children, Temporal, Temptation, The Grand Inquisitor, Three Days, Treason, True Sign, Turn, War, Water Into Wine, Ways of Love, Without Reason, Work Miracles
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Brand Me
Watched a Ted Talk with my princesses on branding. Brand Me by Michael Doyle Thinking back on life Through all of the joy and strife There has been one question Held back with some hesitation What then is my story? … Continue reading
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Tagged Adore, All I'll Ever Be, All-American, All-Star, American, Any, Bed, Believe, Best of Life, Body, Books, Brand, Branding, Care, Choir Boy, Conversation, Crazy, Destiny, Devote, Dream, Dreams, Echo, Eighteen, Family, Fine Enough, First Chorus, Glory, Gratefully, Grave, Grindstone, Head, Hell, Hesitation, Humble, Joy, Just As Well, Laughter, Life, Love, Many, Me, Military Man, Moment, Nose Held Down, One Question, Open Door, Passion, Photograph, Place, Placed, Poem, Poetry, Precedent, President, Pride, Pride and Joy, Princesses, Privilege, Put Away, Read, Song, Story, Stride, Strife, Study, Sunbeam, Team, TED Talk, Thank God, Thinking Back, Time, Tombstone, Trust, Two, Wounded, Years
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The Good of the Middle
Complex isn’t it? Good in the bad; bad in the good. And we swear our allegiance to one or the other while seemingly never getting it completely right. The Good of the Middle by Michael Doyle Is man good Or, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad, Become, Before, Born, Born Good, Breath, Burn, Candle, Change, Collective, Do Evil, Do Good, Evil, Good, Grave, Humanity, Know, Learn, Lesson, Little, Long Way, Mankind, Middle, Morality, Most Days, One Size Fits All, Perspective, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Priority, Slip, Taken, This Way, Time, Try, Twist, Walk, Want To Be
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Mathing the COVID-19 Curve
Day 7 of Na/GloPoWriMo! The target objective? “…a poem based on a news article.” My subject today can be drawn on any number of articles plastered throughout our daily news periodicals to the point it cannot be escaped really. But, … Continue reading
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Tagged 1918 Influenza, Absence, Application, Base Reproduction Number, Basic, Breath, Business As Usual, Change, Common Sense, Consistent, Contact, Contact Rate, COVID-19, Crucial, Current Data, Curve, Daily, Death, Decrease, Degrees, Depend, Direction, Doubt, Early Action, Epidemic, Escape, Exponential, Fact, Fate, Feedback Loop, Fire, Flatten, Gasoline, Good Habits, Grave, Heal, Heed, Horror, Hospital Beds, Hour, Humans, Illness, Impact, Increase, Infected, Infection, Keep Calm, Land, Linear, Little, Lives, Logarithmic Scale, Map, Math, Medical Care, Mid-April, Mind, Mitigate, Model, Na/GloPoWriMo, Nations, Nerves, News Article, Non-Linear, Numb, Numbers, Outbreak, Overblown, Overflow, Pandemic, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Population, Potential, Power, Practice, Project, Proportion, Reduce, Remove, Resiliency, Sad, Safe, Same, Sanitation, Save, Seal, See, Seen, Shown, SIR Curve, Social Distancing, Society, Staggering, Steady, Straight Line, Supplication, Susceptible, Tale, Time, Trajectory Rates, Trouble, Understand, Vaccine, Virus
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Heirlooms In the Shadows
Haunted graveyards anyone? Heirlooms In the Shadows by Michael Doyle Where there is wanton violence There is always fear in that place You can feel it in the silence That permeates darkness in that space Standing there with the coffin … Continue reading
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Tagged Air, Believable, Bleak, Bury, Chance, Coffin, Crime, Crypt, Dance, Darkness, Dead, Death, Devil, Evil, Family Secret, Fear, Grave, Graveyard, Haunt, Heard, Heirloom, Horror, Ignorant, Inconceivable, Incur, Jewelry, Know, Locked Away, Many, Mausoleum, Moonlight, Night, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Power, Pretend, Price, Promise, Regret, Respect, Save, Shadow, Silence, Stride, Told, Truth, Unfold, Violence, Welcome
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Fade To Black
Halloween Poem #25: Fade To Black by Michael Romani We shared our goodbyes at hallowed grave To the one that we could not save Then sat ourselves in shadowed room Almost welcoming our mournful gloom There was a time shared … Continue reading
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Tagged Autumn, Black, Bury, Certain, Close, Company, Death, Dream, Empty, End, Eyes, Fade, Few, Gloom, Glory, Goodbye, Grave, Halloween, Happy, Leave, Loss, Me, Miracle, Mourn, Pain, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Room, Save, Shadow, Share, Silent Scream, Tear, Wake
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Taken Path
Halloween Poem #22: Taken Path by Michael Romani Even we who make our own heaven and hell Cannot evade that most singular of details That the chosen Wolf of God is our prophecy A singular enemy that is our owned … Continue reading
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Tagged All, Blood, Bring, Bury, Carry, Cave, Choice, Control, Crimson, Cure, Dark, Destiny, Detail, Dig, Do, Embrace, End, Enemy, Evil, Fable, Fear, Few, Fight, Fog, Forever, Full Moon, Gift, Gods, Grave, Halloween, Heart, Heaven, Hell, Heresy, History, Infusion, Know, Legacy, Light, Man, Mud, Night, Offspring, Path, People, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Poison, Power, Prophecy, River, Run, Save, Shaman, Sin, Single, Singular, Soul, Stand, Strength, Vision, Wolf, Wolf of God, World
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Daily Prompt – Committee
Rumor had it that they were there to greet me That ghoulish sort of ghastly welcoming committee And though I wished them no sense of hostility I would certain some things just shouldn’t be Run, run, runaway to fight another … Continue reading
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Tagged Adversary, Anxiety, Autumn, Beg, Breeze, Chaos, Committee, Common Sense, Daily Prompt, Glance, Grave, Greet, Hostility, Overwhelm, Rumor, Runaway, Welcome
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