Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems

In the Shoes of Humanity

In the Shoes of Humanityby Michael DoyleToo many are missing the vocabularyNecessary for living well in God’s familyThese things should be known and taughtFor God’s messages to be truly caughtThe time to win a fight is before it startsSetting the … 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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A Humble Servant’s Inquiry

A Humble Servant’s Inquiryby Michael DoyleIs it rebellious to question?I ask this in humblest confessionWe wish only that those we loveMight escape a little longer from heaven aboveWhile others wish for that deathThrough the struggle of wounded breathA second prayer … Continue reading →

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Witches Brew

Witches Brewby Michael DoyleIn the shroud of fog, we find the doorAnd knock on it, hoping yet to exploreHidden secrets are lost behind smoky eyesBut it’s the kind of secret that is hard to disguiseWhat sort of secrets would it … Continue reading →

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The Rejected Man Stumbles

The Rejected Man Stumblesby Michael DoyleThe rejected man stumbles back into the darknessFilled as he has become by this life’s harshnessHe had been helpful and knowledgeable in his waysAnd though ill-tempered, he was useful in his daysScience, too, is useful … Continue reading →

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The Morning Only Brings Bad

The Morning Only Brings Badby Michael DoyleFor some, the morning only brings badThese are those who are persistently sadIndulging only those things that will kill themAs if they missed the call of life’s good hymnInstead, they hear nonstop voices in … Continue reading →

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Persistence

Persistenceby Michael DoyleWe create our locked prisons by choiceWhere our creatures find their voiceThe point of origins might be our schoolOr wherever we learned life’s rulesWindow shopping as we were thenPursuing our visions and our sinsPaying our price as we … Continue reading →

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Healing the Brokenness

Healing the Brokennessby Michael DoyleWe are all part of the brokenness of humanityWe must seek to bravely move into responsibilityBeing part of the solution, to relieve our strifeBy lessening our own sins in this thing we call lifeThe Garden of … Continue reading →

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The Static of Electricity

The Static of Electricityby Michael DoyleFrom the dark agesAre turned the pagesLit with electricityIn its spark of majestyIt fills up the nightWith the brilliance of lightThough dark only moments beforeElectricity conquered this forevermoreWhile another cup of coffeeBrings the morning timeSeeing … Continue reading →

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Praying In the Name Of…

Praying In the Name Of…by Michael DoyleThe battle is won in victoryMy hands lift up in God, not meThroughout all of my daysEvery waking moment, focused on His waysMy hands lift up in His holy praiseHe is the author of … Continue reading →

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