Tag Archives: Poetry and Poems

These Are the Days of Us

Dedicated to my youngest daughter who I very dearly love and very nearly lost two years ago today… These Are the Days of Usby Michael DoyleThese are the days of usI learned this from a childWho gave this wisdom becauseThis … Continue reading

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In All My Remaining Days

In All My Remaining Daysby Michael DoyleNo matter what the seasonI’ve found that Jesus is the reasonHe has no other rivalAs the key to my survivalI call on His holy nameAnd if it is all the sameI will give him … Continue reading

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Something About Respect

Something About Respectby Michael DoyleIt was a different lifeA different sceneLife was toughAnd the streets were meanLife was about respectAsking for the something better to be hadWas maybe a bit too much to expectBut the beauty seen could make him … Continue reading

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A Split Decision Left Standing

A Split Decision Leaves Us Standingby Michael DoyleIn self-awareness, we look into the mirrorUnwilling to walk this world in errorBut instead, seeking to understand, not undermineUnderstanding first as the defining lineLoving one another as part of our worshipPaul and Barnabas … Continue reading

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Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Blues

Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Bluesby Michael DoyleWith the pressure of coal refractiveIn a life hard lived and extractiveA diamond’s aspects glitter in their huesThe Bronx Bull lived his blackened bluesWhen out of the ring, his prowess was as abusiveAs his desire … Continue reading

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A Story’s End

A Story’s Endby Michael DoyleA story must be told through its endHowever little we think that we can defendAs the hero struggles to free himself from chainsWhile holding onto the dreams of the morning rainsIt’s hard to cut through the … Continue reading

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Coming Back Again

Coming Back Againby Michael DoyleIn the killing schoolI met my limits and wonThat is life’s only ruleTo never be done – There’s a storm insideThat burns like a fireSomewhere beyond the walls of prideIt flows like a river of desirePushing … Continue reading

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Through Fevered Eyes

Through Fevered Eyesby Michael DoyleHeard even from the criminally rejectedComes the kindness otherwise neglectedNeglected by those who have more than neededAll of the many lessons too seldom heededHelping the poor brings about true prosperityThe type of prosperity of an unknown … Continue reading

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If the Truth…

If the Truth…by Michael DoyleIf the truth is to be unpleasant Let it be spoken in a bold voiceKeeping focused on the presentNot a stumbled mumble as if not a choiceIt is better that the disagreeableBe out there and quickly … Continue reading

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Two Brothers Fight

Two Brothers Fightby Michael DoyleTwo brothers are engaged in a fightOver their father’s founding legacyEach side as if as lost within vanityAs the day that divides the ends of nightDown through the centuriesEach side believes itself the betterRepeating cycles of … Continue reading

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