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Tag Archives: Grief
A Well-Traveled Confession
A Well-Traveled Confessionby Michael DoyleIt’s a resounding themeTo live this life and dream.Putting God into action,It brings the best of life’s satisfaction.Taking the drink of living water,In the name of the Son and the Father.It’s amazing what we filter through,In … Continue reading
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Tagged Action, Confession, Dream, Drink, Encouragement, Faith, Filter, God, Grief, Hands, Journey, Life, Living Water, Love One Another, Mistake, Planted Seeds, Poetry and Poems, Relief, Sacred Way, Satisfaction, Soil, Steps, Theme, Well-Traveled
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Thought For the Day: The Soul, At Peace, Reflects the Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning’s Transient Shower
“The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning’s transient shower.” – Emma Lazarus
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Tagged Emma Lazarus, Grief, Morning, Peace, Peace Without, Reflection, Shower, Soul, Sunset Skies, Thought For the Day
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A Razor’s Truth
A Razor’s Truthby Michael DoyleIn a time when all eyes Should be looking toward the skiesFilled with wonder and majestyThere’s a preference for conspiracyThe more is, the better if mired in tragedySometimes, it feels more like a comedyPeople are mystified … Continue reading
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Tagged About, Age of Allegation, Age of the Woke, Altered Hymns, Astronaut, Babe In the Manger, Belief, Better, Blind, Brok, Business, Challenge, Child, Church of Believers, Church of England, Clear, Comedy, Conspiicous, Conspiracy, Dare, Day, Distinguish, Doubt, Drones, Edge, Expected, Eyes, Forget, Grief, Hide, Hypocrisy, Levity, Majesty, Mired, More, Mysteriously, Mystified, Nonbelievers, Not Simply Business, Nothing To Find, Okay, Outside World, People, Poetry and Poems, Preference, Puzzle, Questioins, Razo's Truth, Regret, Relevancy, Resupply, Sameness, Santa Hats, Simple, Skies, Telling Their Truth, The Church, The Nativiity, This Truth Thing, Time, Tragedy, Want, Why, Wonder, Youth
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Remembering Prince
Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading
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Tagged America Singing, Argue, Blind, Dark Side, Decay, Deep Discography, Delay, Diminutive, Dirty-Minded Minstrel, Dismiss, Europe, Eyebrow, Eyes, Feedback, Fifty-Seven, Forgotten, Freedom, Funky Treasure, Grief, Harm, Haste, Heaven, Hum, Life, Loaded Dice, Lost Culture, Love, Measure, Melody, Memories, Memory, Minor Gods, Mourning Doves, Music, Musical Genres, Nightingale, Pain, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Price, Prince, Pulse, Purple Rain, Rain, Remember, Reverence, Reverie, Rock-n-Roll, Shape of One, Soft Voice, Somehow, Something From Nothing, Soul, Sound, Spring, Strong Spirit, Surprise, The Purple One, Time, Transcend, Trtuh, Waste, Wicked Charm, Wisdom, Writing
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Nine Lives
Nine Livesby Michael DoyleIt wasn’t exactly love at first biteBut it took an encouraging inviteShe wanted a man who loved her brainAt long last, the search wasn’t in vainIt was a love affair made for a fewIt was time to … Continue reading
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Tagged After, Alive, Beliefs, Brain, Broken Hearts, Conscience, Disaster, Done, Door, Families, Fate, First Bite, Gone, Grain, Grief, Haiti, Hang On, Hell, Hope, Horde, Invite, Lies, Lives, Love, Love Affair, Love Is Blind, Meant, New Tomorrow, Nine Lives, Optimists, Poetry and Poems, Ripped Apart, Say, Science, Scientist, Secrets, Sense of Humor, Sorrow, Strong, Struggle, Sun, Teeth, Think On, Vain, Way, What For, World
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Second Chance Poker
Second Chance Pokerby Michael DoyleYou don’t truly knowWhat it’s like to live hollowHaving nowhere to goLiving in a jail cell’s shadowClinging to who you used to beSilently hoping for your dignityFeeling like your honor is goneIs this life worth going … Continue reading
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Tagged Blood, Chase, Cling, Comedy, Dignity, Disguise, Disintegration, Eyes, Fire, Grief, Hollow, Imagination, Indignation, Innocence, Jail, Killer, Life, Mud, Noose, Poetry and Poems, Poker, Relief, Rolling Up, Second Chance, Sorrow, Soul, Tears, Time, Tomorrow, Tragedy, Violence
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