Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems

If You Should Let Go

If You Should Let Goby Michael DoyleBelieveJust believeA little bit longerHold OnJust hold onA little bit strongerTo that love in your soulWhen your passion gives up controlEven when you feel down and outThis is the only thing you can’t doubtYou … Continue reading

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Separate Lives

Separate Livesby Michael DoyleWhat we know is so littleAnd we’re feeling stuck in the middleIt’s said that is a perfect scoreFor life; we still want morePlaying chutes and ladders in the corporateFrom the outside, it seems something desperateThere’s some room … Continue reading

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Making It Do

Making It Doby Michael DoyleThe world’s painIs dipped in blueThinking I remember thatAbout me and youWalking in withMy life’s game faceIf you keep on running awayDoes it leave its traceMost of the living worldIs a bit under the weatherWe keep … Continue reading

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Emptiness Revealed

Emptiness Revealedby Michael DoyleMomma says, “kneel and pray”The last words after a long dayLife finds its way, however unkindSometimes, I don’t know how I’ll findMy way to keep on standingThe forces that push me are demandingThat I be strong despite … Continue reading

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Shalom Charis

Shalom Charisby Michael DoyleJarred by the fires that burnBroken hearted as we learnThe sorrow of this seasonWe extend our love beyond reasonCalled to be holy through graceWe keep our eyes on God’s faceA spiritual gift is shown with careGod’s love … Continue reading

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In the Snows of France

In the Snows of Franceby Michael DoyleDoc was a medicRunning from hole to holeThere wasn’t a foxWho didn’t know his soulThe Germans kept comingWith machine guns drummingSounding off in the darkest nightThe 101st prayed for the morning lightA little drip … Continue reading

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Fires Framing Truth

Fires Framing Truthby Michael DoyleHow can you serve the peopleWhen you’re feeding them lies?How can you mislead a motherAnd look her straight in the eyes?You think a dismissive smileIs all you need to wearAs you issue your political denialDon’t you … Continue reading

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My Heart and Mind’s Connection

My Heart and Mind’s Connectionby Michael DoyleMy heart and mindHave left this world behindCrossing as I followJesus from out of the shadowsFinding my good causeAs I gently start to pauseKnowing I must change my waysFor all my coming daysStep-by-stepI turned … Continue reading

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About A Death

About A Deathby Michael DoyleToday, I watched a show about deathI have to admit, it took away my breathAs I try to write this bit of poetryIt’s weird to think how much it’s hitting meIt’s hard to write with tears … Continue reading

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Dark Sources

Dark Sourcesby Michael DoyleThe optics make me cringe.Almost every newscast is on the fringeIt seems that we’re invited into the conspiracyWhile they really don’t care about historyEveryone vents and is set on blamingIt’s that PR game known as framingTruth, it … Continue reading

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