Tag Archives: Heart

The Kindness of Blind Love

The Kindness of Blind Loveby Michael DoyleEvery once in a while, you findThat life can be a smile and be kindYou find, as I’ve sometimes foundThat if you don’t chase it aroundLove shows up, and it is kindThe best kind … Continue reading

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Poinsettia Day 2023

Poinsettia Day 2023by Michael DoyleUsually quiet and sometimes reservedSometimes death seems so undeservedIt’s hard to find the words to sayLike on this present Poinsettia DayLife is sad, yet interesting, in processionMoments like these reveal this is not a possessionBut a … Continue reading

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Like A Dickens Ghost

Like A Dickens Ghostby Michael DoyleA distant streetlight offers illuminationA secret peek inside a dreamer’s imaginationSuddenly, the curtain is pulled asideAnd you can see inside where the demons hideFunny as it is as to what each day bringsAs we chase … 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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A Split Decision Left Standing

A Split Decision Leaves Us Standingby Michael DoyleIn self-awareness, we look into the mirrorUnwilling to walk this world in errorBut instead, seeking to understand, not undermineUnderstanding first as the defining lineLoving one another as part of our worshipPaul and Barnabas … Continue reading

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Other Side of Hell

Other Side of Hellby Michael DoyleThis isn’t meant to discourageBut sometimes, true courageIs found on the other side of HellWhen your eyes have seen enough to dispelAny notion that peace can be foundThrough the taking of lives in warAnd when … Continue reading

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Half Remembered Lines

As If the Last Timeby Michael DoyleMy heart keeps being hauntedBy these half-remembered linesThe ones that are never wantedLike a kiss given as if the last timeHere’s looking at you, kidShe half smiles, keeping it hidThat heartbreak is only an … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: In A Series of Acts of Kindness There Is, At Last, One Which Makes the Heart Run Over

“We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of acts of kindness there is, at … Continue reading

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Witches Brew

Witches Brewby Michael DoyleIn the shroud of fog, we find the doorAnd knock on it, hoping yet to exploreHidden secrets are lost behind smoky eyesBut it’s the kind of secret that is hard to disguiseWhat sort of secrets would it … Continue reading

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In Healing Hymn

In Healing Hymnby Michael DoyleTo be human is to fantasizeMore than can be seen with naked eyesWorried about what ghouls might beAfter death’s last-breath tragedyWe keep our eyes on what is nextAnd all the riddles that do connectCaught in our … Continue reading

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