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Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems
Close As A Promise
Close As A Promiseby Michael DoyleWhen the world drags us apart,I hope it is, you’ll keep me in your heart.Despite a world of endless treasons,I find that I love you for sentimental reasons.Your love shapes my fragile soul,Like the irresistible … Continue reading
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Tagged Apart, Beat, Chance, Close, Fragile Soul, Heart, Kiss, Love, Our Dance, Poetry and Poems, Promise, Rock-n-Roll, Sentimental Reasons, Stay the Same, Treason, Wear My Name
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Cornfields of Oblivion
Cornfields of Oblivionby Michael DoyleYour heart is a black hole,Devoid of life, like my soul.Starting over with a new name,Our guilt knows no shame.We are each monsters in time,Every sin made its separate crime.Chasing down an endless road,Given to escape, … Continue reading
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Tagged Black Hole, Cornfields, Devoid, Heart, Life, Monsters, New Name, Oblivion, Poetry and Poems, Road, Shame, Sin, Soul
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Dancing In God’s Grace
Dancing In God’s Graceby Michael DoyleSometimes in a secret mirror,I see whispers of a corrupted sky.I feel weighed down by errorsThat tease at questions without reply.Believing still, my worst days aren’t so badThat they vanquish God’s grace, leaving me sad.My … Continue reading
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Tagged Belief, Confidence, Dance, Error, Faith, God's Grace, Kindnness, Northern Star, Path, Poetry and Poems, Question, Reverence, Sad, Secret Mirror, Shine, Whisper
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In Coming To America
In Coming To Americaby Michael DoyleThere was a great deal of expectancyIn Zeppelin, coming to America urgently.All were ready to see what they’d bring.But only Vanilla Fudge took them under their wing.Perhaps there was a feeling of insurgencyAs John Bonham … Continue reading
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Tagged Album, America, Anticipation, Carmine Appiice, Communication Breakdown, Desire, Energyy, Expectation, Fans, Fiillmore West, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, John Paul Jones, Led Zeppelin, London, Poetry and Poems, Robert Plant, Supergroup, Track, Vanilla Fudge, Wildfire
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Disturbing the Status Quo
Disturbing the Status Quoby Michael DoyleWith a direct look filled with woe,Life is disturbing the status quo.A shotgun wedding points the way,Niagara Falls charges the path that stays.Pennies have been thrown awayAs if only a ghost from yesterday.Champagne and oysters … Continue reading
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Tagged Angst, Breathe, Champagne and Oysters, Deception, Direct Look, Disturbance, Ghost, Killlng Tme, Life, Monsters, Niagara Falls, Penny, Poetry and Poems, Rage, Shotgun Weddiiinig, Status Quo, Throw Awayy, Vallentines, Woe, Yesterday
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The Prophets Said
The Prophets Saidby Michael DoyleThen said the Lord,And the Prophet Elijah led,Always moving Israel forward,Sometimes hopeful and others dread.Still, in God’s promises made,We shall rejoice, being unafraid.The holy covenants call to God’s way.We reflect on this in how we pray.Speaking … Continue reading
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Tagged Bible, Christianity, Ediification, Eljah, Faith, God, God's Promises, Holly Coovenants, Intercession, Israel, Jesus, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Revelatinin, The Lord, The Prophets
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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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A Tale of Indiana
A Tale of Indianaby Michael DoyleIn the crack of lifeRests the obsessionOf all who know strifeAnd all of its oppression.The cracks are loud,In a way, somehow allowed.It tells a story of deathThat remains until our last breath.A mouthful of dirt,In … Continue reading
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Tagged Crack, Dirt, Hurt, Indiiana, Life, Obssession, Opressiion, Poetry and Poems, Strife, Tale
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To My Youngest Daughter (Age 17)
To My Youngest Daughter (Age 17)by Michael DoyleSometimes, when you’re not here,Your traces are hard to make disappear.I feel you near, sitting in your chair,And your heart feels like my favorite snare.Sometimes, I can almost hear your voice,Playfully sneering like … Continue reading
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Tagged 17, Admiration, Artiist, Courage, Daghhter, Disappear, Father, Feeling, Heart, Here, Intellgence, Memoriies, Poetry and Poems, Road, Snicerity, Traces, Value, Voice, Warrior, Watch, Youngest Daughter
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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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