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Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems
We Pretend To Have Forgot
We Pretend To Have Forgotby Michael DoyleI don’t like thingsThat are too touchy and feelyThe reason whyIs these might reveal meWith the turn of the pageIt’s less in what we sayBut the how that we rageAs night fights against dayThese … Continue reading
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Tagged Care, Day, Deal, Flowers, Forgot, Grief, Keep, Meaning, Night, Pluck the Petals, Poetry and Poems, Pretend, Pretending, Promises, Puzzle, Rag, Real, Reason Why, Reveal, Say, Times, Touchy and Feely, Turn of the Page, Weep, Willow, Wonder
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Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?
Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?by Michael DoyleThe teenaged yearsOf Saturday night solitudeWas a parade of smiles and tearsAnd many dramasWaiting to intrudeInto the happiness that cameAnd that provided the frameIn moments of ShakespeareThat kept us awakeMaking us braver than our … Continue reading
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Tagged Along the Way, Awake, Bless, Bolder, Brave, Broken Hearts, Choosing, Complexity, Confide, Contemplative, Dramas, Each Step, Edge, Edit, False Starts, Fear, Fight, Frame, Garden Variety, Good, Happiness, Hesitations, Hide, Human Beings, Inquisitive, Intrude, Issues, Losing, Million Ways, Moments, Negatives, Older, Passing By, Poetry and Poems, Positive, Questions, Saturday Night, Secrets, Seen, Shakespeare, Sigh, Smiles and Tears, Solittude, Souls, Take, Tears, Teenaged Years, Thinking, Thought, Tissues, Unseen, Walks, Wars of Love, Wobble, World, Younger Days
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Room Read
Room Readby Michael DoyleIt’s hard to make a room readEspecially when I’m the hero no one needsBut there’s something to be saidFor all the nonsense that we’re fedNobody is that special anymoreI wonder if we ever were even beforeNo one … Continue reading
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Tagged Before, Better, Checkpoints, Connection, Dreams, Garbage, Gravity, Hero, Legendary, Levity, Mddle, Need, Nonsense, Ordinary, Plans, Poetry and Poems, Read, Reflection, Room, Said, Serious, Special, Together, Universe, Wrecked
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Face To Face
Face To Faceby Michael DoyleComing face to faceWith my mortalityI’ll be never beJust another fatalityLet there be no doubtingThat I’ll go out shoutingGrabbing on as hard as I canI live to be that kind of manGonna, gonna hit it!You know … Continue reading
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Tagged Animus, Bleeding Out, Blind, Blow My Lid, Clue, Doubting, Face to Face, Fatality, Fight, Find, Forget-Me-Not, Grabbing On Hard, History, Hit It, I'm Good, Kind of Man, Know, Learned, Living, Morning Light, Mortality, Mystery, Poetry and Poems, Quit, Raising the Devil, Reach, Right, Rocking Hard, Serious Fight, Shouting, Solid, Strarting, Think, Tight Shot, Top Again, Twisted and Turned, Within
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In the Process of Confession
In the Process of Confessionby Michael DoyleKeeping reality and the Bible in contextIs a paradigm that constantly correctsTo keep truest meaning in its placeThroughout our lives, it’s a truth to embraceGod answers prayers in His timeTo do otherwise would be … Continue reading
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Tagged Answers, Best, Bible, Bleed, Bottom, Broken Glass, Certain, Cipher, Confession, Context, Corrects, Damage Done, Darkness, Due, Embrace, Ending In Prayer, Experience, Failing, Faith, Father, Final Test, Foot of the Cross, Forgiven, Forgiveness, Friend, Full Circle, Germinates, God, God's Promises, Good Book, Grace, Help Others, Helping Hand, Hope, Hurt, Immediate, It Is What It Is, Jesus, Keeping the Promise, Lessons, Life Plays Out, Light, Live This, Lives, Loss, Messy Process, One Another, Paradigm, Pardon, Place, Pleasant Surprise, Poetry and Poems, Prayers, Press, Process, Read, Reality, Redemption, Remediate, Right, Rise Again, Seeds, Son, Sorely Needed, Thought and Felling, Time, Truest Meaning, Truly Need, Truth, Victory, We Confess, Wise Up
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A Cry for Uvalde
A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading
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Tagged Actions, Alone, Ample, Beautiful Souls, Behind, Belief, Best Fights, Blame, Bullied, Burnt to the Ground, Candlelight, Community, Cornerstone, Cruelly Dealt, Cry, Cuentas, Dead, Differences Made, Dificil, Disease, Dreams, Every Day, Every Single Day, Example, Faces, Faith, Families, Fault Is His, Favorite Songs, Feeling, Felt, Fight the Good Fight, Fighting, Grief, Gut Wrenching Torments, Hand of Lucifer, Healing, Humbled Cry, Hundreds, It Didn't Have To Be His Choice, Knees, Know, La Muerte de Los Ninos, Layer, Lifted A Hand, Lifting Our Voices, Lives, Loss, Love, Loved Ones, Matters, Memories, Mi Apoyo, Momento, Moments, Morning, Mourning, Nation, Night, Not With Fists, Noticia, Onion of Life, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Prayers, Question Why, Rebuild, Sabes, Safe, Salvador Ramos, School, Sense, Shakes and Shatters, Shamed, Silently Erected, Sin, So Be It, So It Will Be Done, Sorrow, Survive, Survivor's Guilt, Tears, Thursday, Times, Torture, Traces, Tragedy, Transcend, Trust Falling, Twenty-One Crosses, Used Their Voice, Uvalde, Vigils, Viviendo, Walk, Warnings, Wicked Ways, Wounds, Years
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Looking For Words
Looking For Wordsby Michael DoyleI see you looking for wordsBut more than the wordsYou want to read the actionsThat bleed like a rose with satisfactionMaking a difference, plain to seeTo live, love, and dream is to beOne with this universal … Continue reading
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Tagged Accommodate, Actions, Angels, Bleed, Charm, Clarity, Comfortable, Connect, Difference, Distances, Dream, Dreams, Feeling, Friendship, Infinite Role, Life, Live, Looking, Looking For Words, Love, Magic, More Than, Place, Plain To See, Pleasure, Poetry and Poems, Quiet Moments, Read, Rose, Satisfaction, Seams, Seeing, Shared Joy, Sincereity, Sinking, Souls, Spaces, Sparks, Tears, Thinking, Treasure, True Hearts, Truth of the Matter, Universal Soul, Years
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For Sierra At Age Thirteen
For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading
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Tagged Afternoon's Nap, Amazing Young Lady, Been, Birth, Birthday Song, Blessing, Blink, Candles, Card, Climbed Up, Darling Baby, Daughter, Days, Depart, Drink, Express, Far Away, Feel, Forget, God Knows, Grown Up, Guess, Happen, Hope, Laugh, Life, Lifetime, Live To Watch, Moments, My Heart, Never Stray, Now and Then, Only A Single Doubt, Part By Part, Passed, Perfectly, Poetry and Poems, Quickly, Regret, Sameness of Us, Sierra, Simple Words, Single Day, Smile, Softly, Tell Me Please, Thirteen, Tween, Victory Cup, Voice, Watching, Whisper, Woke Up, Yesterday, You'll Go Really Far, Youngest Princess
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A Lament for Michael the Archangel
A Lament of Michael,the Archangelby Michael Doyle The day after celebrating the birth of a daughterI return again to the celebration of the FatherRevisiting instruction in the ways of the kingdomAnd a memory of the better man that I’ve become … Continue reading
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Tagged Archangel, Authority, Become, Better Man, Birth, Blessed Hour, Celebration, Compassion, Daughter, Deception, Defeat, Defender, Ends of the Earth, Father, Father's Feet, Head of the Church, Hell, Indwell, Instruction, Instrument, Jesus, Joy, Lament, Lessons, Memory, Michael, Michael the Archangel, Mirth, Peace, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Power, Power of God, Protector, Recall, Reminder, Satan and His Minions, Serpent, Sight, Sought, Strength, Taught, Time, Ultimately, Walk, Ways of the Kingdom, Wicked World, Wisdom, Witnesses
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A Rispetto of Loneliness
Featured again is a poem form obtained from the weekly Short Form Poetry Workshop on Linden Lab’s virtual platform known as Second Life. This week the form was the rispetto. What then is a rispetto? It is a Tuscan folk … Continue reading
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Tagged Blind, Color, Commands, Conceptions, Curved, Embrace, Face, Feel, Folk Verse, Hard, Hearts, Imaginary, Knowing, LandMines, Loneliness, Moments, Poetry and Poems, Politian, Rhyme Scheme, Rispetto, Short Form Poetry Workshop, Showing, Straight Lines, Strambotto, Thinking, Thoughts, Time, Treasonous, Tripping, Tuscan, Understand, Walk
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