Tag Archives: Night

Monsters Under Our Bed

Monsters Under Our Bedby Michael DoyleThe dubious detectiveWas a memory of the collective.Searching through the nightFor even one illuminating light.In the face of the living dead,The crowd screams its dread.There are no real answers to be found,No matter how fast … Continue reading

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My Weary Soul

My Weary Soulby Michael DoyleMy weary soul holds onto the night,Wondering how to get things right.Some can have such calloused pretense,But I won’t get lost in bitterness.Every day is a day for gratitude,I wake up with the right attitude.Knowing that … Continue reading

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In My Mind’s Desert

In My Mind’s Desertby Michael DoyleIn my mind’s eye, I seeThe battling guns that are yet to be.Cabin fever burns away the drudgery.It vanquishes every mystery.To dispel the ghosts takes mourning,Thorns and all, night must become morning.Burnt into my gaze … Continue reading

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As A Seeker of Light

As A Seeker of Lightby Michael DoyleAs a child, I’d stare up into the nightSeeing each star as a unique source of light.Lying there, I counted each twinkleAs a fabric of time’s rich wrinkle.There were dreams there yet to live,And … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: No Man Knows Until He Has Suffered From the Night How Sweet and Dear To His Heart and Eye the Morning Can Be

“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.” – Bram Stoker

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In Need of Clarity

In Need of Clarityby Michael DoyleYou stumble toward your comfy bedFeeling dazed and abused in your head.It’s been a night of free-flow drinking,And you’re now incapable of thinkingYou dial her number, hoping it’s a mistake,Your last raw nerve feels it’s … Continue reading

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Dancing With Ghosts

Dancing With Ghostsby Michael DoyleIn spaces where war is thought of as gloryThere are legends that make for great story.Those of us who have fought for our nationKnow this as a fantastic conversation.Around the fire, it’s meant to endlessly inspireSo … Continue reading

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The Best That I Can

The Best That I Canby Michael DoyleEven for a poet doing the best I can,I wish I were, in some ways, a better man.Sometimes, I can’t write another line,Though I wish I were her Valentine.Hearts impede and sometimes implode,Like a … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: What Is Life? It Is the Flash of A Firefly In the Night. It Is the Breath of a Buffalo In the Winter Time. It Is the Little Shadow Which Runs Across the Grass and Loses Itself In the Sunset

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.” … Continue reading

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One Breath

One Breathby Michael DoyleHeaven has its melody,It plays like a full symphony.It’s calling us all home.We walk together, not alone.There’s a taste like eternityIn all that God has done for me.There is a home before our adoration,As certain as we … Continue reading

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