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Tag Archives: Night
Lord of My Passing Days
Lord of My Passing Daysby Michael DoyleGod fights my battles first,Giving me a spiritual thirst.Inviting me to pray continually,I make my way to eternity.My battles are begun in prayer,Speaking my challenges to the God who cares.This then is how I … Continue reading
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Tagged Battle, Care, Challenges, Continually, Days, Eternity, Fight, First, Glory, God, Gratitude, heartbeat, Lord, Morning, Night, Noise, Passing Days, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Prayer, Speak, Spiritual Thirst, Thousand Joys, Thunder, Wonder
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Pages Turn (The Night We Watched The Notebook)
Pages Turn (The Night We Watched the Notebook)by Michael DoyleTogether in each other’s heart,You wanted to watch a movie.We did our best, and each did our best partYou picked one to see how it would move me.A summer spark with … Continue reading
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Tagged Calloused Hands, Cherish, Choice, Faith, Heart, Home, Kept, Kiss, Learned, Letter, Life, Lifetime, Lost, Love, Memories, Movie, Night, Notebook, Pages, Part, Poetry and Poems, Rain, Story, Summer Spark, The Notebook, Together, True Heart, True Love, Turn, Understand, Writing
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The Harshness of Night
The Harshness of Nightby Michael DoyleThe modern world is often tragic.It’s lost more than a little magic.A madman’s bullet found its conversion.Gone now are the days of extroversion.Drinking more water to bring its ease,We realize that the world is living … Continue reading
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Tagged Bullet, Drink, Etroversion, Glib, Harshness, Heed, In Vaiin, Living Disease, Lost, Magiic, Mark of Cain, Modern World, Mourning, Night, Poetry and Poems, Poltics, Tragic, Warning, Water
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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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Tagged Answers, Bed, Collectiive, Crowd, Deetective, Dread, Face, Light, Living Dead, Memory, Monster, Night, Poetry and Poems, Search
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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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Tagged Bitterness, Calloused Pretense, Celebratiion, Correction, Cost, Depths of Hell, Every Day, God, Grace, Gratitude, Holy Place, Humilty, Jesus, Liberty, Lst, My Weary Soul, Nation, Night, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Prayer, Release, Right Attitude, Riight, Saviior, Teach, Transgression, Wonder, World
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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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Tagged All of EEverything, Battlling Guns, Brng, Cabin Fever, Day, Desert, Drudgery, Gaze, Ghosts, Lfe, Light, Lve, Mind, Mornng, Mournnig, Mysery, Nght, Night, Poetry and Poems, Right
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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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Tagged Chilldren, Curiousity, Deserrt, Dreams, Embrace, Equal, Eternty, Exist, Existence, Fabric, Fear, Ferociity, Forest, Frendshiip, Give, Immortality, Life, Light, LLve, Night, Opinions, Place, Poetry and Poems, Poor, Resiist, Resiistance, Seeker, Star, Stars, Sublime, Talk, Time, Tme, Twnnklle, Weallth, Wonders
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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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Tagged Bram Stoker, Dear, Eye, Heart, Know, Morning, Night, No Person, Suffer, Sweet, Thought For the Day
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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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Tagged Acceptable Kind, Battle, Blind, Convesation, Death, Explantion, Fight, Fire, Flanked, Forwrd, Glory, Inspiraton, Legends, Marks of Battle, Monsters, Night, Ntion, Poetry and Poems, Real, Spaces, Story, Toward, Truth
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