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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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Among the First Casualties

Among the First Casualtiesby Michael DoyleAmong the first casualties of warIs the promise that love will live onAnd if something goes wrong, lovers will love moreThe white heat of passion burns until it’s goneA touch, a line, a singular traceA … Continue reading

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A Morning’s Meditation

A Morning’s Meditationby Michael Doyle As in the beginning it is nowAs it will ever be yet somehowThough dead in sense from sinIf Christ is in us, we are born again Through the spirit living in eachWe are risen again … Continue reading

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Strike the Match

Strike the Matchby Michael DoyleLife broke our heartsAnd filled it with sorrowLife killed our hopeBy filling us with promised tomorrowsThere inside our broken smilesAre the tatters, we won’t leave behindEven for a sacred shot at sanityThat is, after all, naught … Continue reading

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Well Donne, Spirits In the Night

Well Donne, Spirits In the Nightby Michael Doyle To Donne’s feigned scorn the murderer was deadOnly to reappear as an apparition inside his headAll the spiritualism to be had inside one’s bedFrom the nightmares and seances, and things said The … Continue reading

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Speck of Dust

Speck of Dustby Michael DoyleThis speck of dust on which we restIs the speck of dust that is our testUnwritten laws frame our mindsAnd what is left when we no longer findThat the laws written serve us wellAnd that we … Continue reading

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The Sphinx of Legacy

The Sphinx of Legacyby Michael DoyleIn the mystery of the sphinxIs the ancient mystery that linksTo secret rooms of love and wisdomIt brings release like keys to the kingdomSome are kept prisoner by this lureWhile others believe this is the … Continue reading

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With the Heart of A Lion

With the Heart of A Lionby Michael DoyleWith the heart of a lionIt’s past the fire wellThat we riseWith nowhere to hideThe hourglass and the landslideCreep up find us cryin’In a second crusade of hopeWe cling at the end of … Continue reading

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Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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