Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems

November Becomes Our Attitude

November Becomes Our Attitudeby Michael DoyleLooking through the warmth of my windowMy eyes chase after the moonlight shadowsStopping to soak in the colors along the wayI’m excited to think about the coming next dayLike a final curtain, November answers the … Continue reading

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In the Shadows

In the Shadowsby Michael DoyleThe beginning was an image of allA modern miracle held in mystified aweUntil life’s illusion lost its intensityAnd the desire for death grew in complexityThe face of horror pulls at mankindAs though in this darkness we … Continue reading

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Affirmation

Affirmationby Michael DoyleThere’s a sound of freedomThat celebrates the kingdomThere is one thing understoodOur God is faithful and goodAll the good that is done In the name of the SonEvery answered prayer is an affirmationA shout of joy giving confirmationIn … Continue reading

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Divination

Divinationby Michael DoyleIs it true that only foolsCast aside all the rules?And what kind of wreckDoes life become living by the deck?A spooky basement points the directionThat reveals the cloth of divinationHand painted arcana mixes with astrologyIt is needed to … Continue reading

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A Pastor’s Sorrow

A Pastor’s Sorrowby Michael DoyleSitting in church bringing our last weeksTo hear the Lord as the pastor speaksEmotions felt can be good and badThe moments of life can be happy and sadMoments of sorrow rock us to our coreThese are … Continue reading

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A Speculative Blush of History

A Speculative Blush of Historyby Michael DoyleIn part, science fiction involves mysteryOther times, speculation about historyWhat might have been or might well beHad things only turned out a bit differentlyAll the casual moments of interpretationOf events real and in the … Continue reading

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Raising Unnecessary Spirits

Raising Unnecessary Spiritsby Michael DoyleConsigned to a comedic sense of HellThere is a demon who laughingly dwellsHe makes his home in haunted house scareBeetlejuice is filled with tricks and daresTo call his own shots filled with this synergyIt recalls the … Continue reading

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Faith Where Satan Lives

Faith Where Satan Livesby Michael DoyleThere are times of great expectationBut none so much as in RevelationEschatology teaches us, and we learnAll the things that we need to discernKnowing what is spoken is realHas the possibility of making our spine … Continue reading

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Demons, When They’re Not Concealed

Demons, When They’re Not Concealedby Michael DoyleCreatures of the night, they dareTo truly live; knowing life is rareHaving taken enough of it to knowThey are here to enjoy death’s showIt’s important to know saints have a pastAnd every sinner has … Continue reading

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It Hardly Counted

It Hardly Counted by Michael DoyleIn all my time in the dreadful warI felt certain of something moreA lot of horrible things occurredLooking back they’ve all blurredThese horrors handled with graceAre the worst, most of us faceTo know that man’s … Continue reading

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