Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems

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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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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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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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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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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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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250 Years In the Making

250 Years In the Makingby Michael DoyleWe have accomplished 250 years of history,Moments in time so completely celebratory.We are the crowning achievement of living history.Exceptional, we are that something extraordinary.That other nations openly strive to emulate,As we achieve more, and … Continue reading →

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Solomon’s Purpose

Solomon’s Purposeby Michael DoyleLife comes so hard that we learn this,The world calls for our earnest discernment.Sometimes we live in overconfidence.Our only answer is living in further obedience.We are desperately in need of wisdom.However much we live in the kingdom.Life … Continue reading →

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Washington Takes Charge

Washington Takes Chargeby Michael DoyleThere in the balmy days of July,Rose a people unafraid to die.Striving to live for sweet liberty,They would birth America in their dignity.Washington rode into Concord’s countrysideTo round up his troops who had defiedThe Redcoats on … Continue reading →

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A Regenerative Flow of Morning Joe

A Regenerative Flow of Morning Joeby Michael DoyleIf only a handful of people know,It’s hard to get a movement to grow.But if the movement is in overflow,We can be certain that it will grow.There is something in a healthy attitudeThat … Continue reading →

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