Tag Archives: Impression

Of Space and Time

Of Space and Timeby Michael DoyleI sat back as the nurse checked my vitalsThinking of all the drama queens and teen idolsStarting there, as I sincerely try to explainAll that I have seen, and to try to make it plainWords … Continue reading

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A Broken Family Finds Healing

A Broken Family Finds Healingby Michael DoyleEmotions are relational in graceAs we love others in our embraceWe’re all dysfunctional as we striveIn God’s family, we will surviveEnriched by the joy that we shareIn every moment that we show we careLiturgical … Continue reading

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Lost Plot

Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading

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For the Love Of God

For the Love of Godby Michael DoyleWe are offered advice every dayThere is no end to what people sayThough some things said are wiseOther things should open our eyes”For the love of God”, said in frustrationShould be redeemed without hesitationBecause … Continue reading

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Sharp Edges

Sharp Edgesby Michael DoyleThe last eight years have been like a thrown gauntletBetween the sadness and anger, it’s been a punch in the gutThat serves best to divide this nation and world’s mindsIt is as if we’ve left our optimism … Continue reading

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Cumberland Falls

Cumberland Fallsby Michael DoyleInternet sites, articles, and word of mouthHas Cumberland Falls as the Niagara of the SouthAnd though we haven’t made it to see the moonbowWe have been there to see the gentle waters flowThe Cumberland River’s water ripples … Continue reading

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The Singularity of the Immersive

The Singularity of the Immersiveby Michael DoyleThe virtual offers its trailing breadcrumbsPushing forward into spaces where the mind numbsThrough the effort of examining its potential The path walked has become quite consequential This platform of mixed media is greater than … Continue reading

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Strength and Prosperity For Freedom

Strength and Prosperity For Freedomby Michael DoyleThere is a foundation that truly servesTo give the America this nation deservesThough it doesn’t have much complexityDoing this will bring strength and prosperityThe road to freedom begins with cultured opportunityIt takes leadership to … Continue reading

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Wonderous Sea’s Night Dive

Wonderous Sea’s Night Diveby Michael DoyleAt the end of the day comes the night diveTo find that at the bottom, it’s the tinyThat somehow manages to keep us all aliveThe millions of phytoplankton are lights, however tinyEvery other breath that … 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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