Tag Archives: Intensity

Getting It Right

Getting It Rightby Michael DoyleSomehow, I’ve split at my seams,But I’m still holding to my dreams.All my summers have met their end.Still, all in all, you’re my forever friend.Stated in its mighty declarative,Life best lived is lived by its narrative.The … Continue reading

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In the Shadows

In the Shadowsby Michael DoyleThe beginning was an image of allA modern miracle held in mystified aweUntil life’s illusion lost its intensityAnd the desire for death grew in complexityThe face of horror pulls at mankindAs though in this darkness we … Continue reading

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Always Worthy of Praise

Always Worthy of Praiseby Michael DoyleThe faith of the Church savesUplifting us from our gravesLet those who see plainly singAbout God’s victory over everythingSatan has come to know his defeatGained, for us, as Jesus took His seatWe were given the … Continue reading

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When High Brow Meets Low Brow

When High Brow Meets Low Browby Michael DoyleBoundaries of jazz smashed into neoclassical rockAnd the people who listened began with the talkTrying to be impressive though they couldn’t define itListening harder, the intellectuals began to refine itThere it was in … Continue reading

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Jeering At the Past

Jeering At the Pastby Michael DoyleToo often, society burns with fireForgetting virtue for forms of desireProgression is found in cinders burningAll of the lessons, we keep relearningBrigands scoff at things of the pastLaughing at those things that didn’t lastAnd believing … Continue reading

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Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heart

Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heartby Michael DoyleThis one has me in tears before I even startWatching torn as a teenage girl’s heartThe princess who loved me like her biggest heroYells at me and treats me as less than zeroOnly … Continue reading

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Denunciation (of Joseph Brodsky)

Denunciation (Of Joseph Brodsky)by Michael DoyleNo longer the young poet, but grown olderHe remained the lyric voice of his generationA social parasite who lived ever bolderAs an involuntary exile held in venerationTold he was pornographic and destroyed by an anxietyNot … Continue reading

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First Principles: If the Provisions of the Constitution Can Be Set Aside By An Act of Congress, Where Is the Course of Usurpation To End?

“If the provisions of the Constitution can be set aside by an Act of Congress, where is the course of usurpation to end? The present assault upon capital is but the beginning. It will be but the stepping-stone to others, … Continue reading

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When Children Speak

When our children speak, we should listen.  We never know what we might learn?  If nothing else how they see the world.  And I can think of no greater gift than understanding the world through the eyes and hearts of … Continue reading

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To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday

I can only wish, right?  We can only wish?  Well.. maybe some wishes do come true? To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often … Continue reading

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