Tag Archives: Poetry

In the Infinite Depth

In the infinite Depthby Michael DoyleIn the infinite depthOf this emotionMy love for youIs deeper than the oceanMy hope rests inWhat it is that I cherishDreaming that it Will never perishAnd that as our loveKnows its high and lowsThat it … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: There Is No Frigate Like A Book To Take Us Lands Away, Nor Any Coursers Like Page of Prancing Poetry

“There is no frigate like a book / To take us lands away, / Nor any coursers like a page / Of prancing poetry.” -Emily Dickinson, poet (10 Dec 1830-1886

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Beauty’s Brutality

Beauty’s Brutalityby Michael DoyleIn the deeps of Finland’s heartThe land lies in its darknessBathed in the Northern LightFrom where whispers of hope startAgainst the chilling harshnessBelow winter’s frosted nightSummer has been quick and fleetingTo thrive here takes endurance and courageWorn … Continue reading

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A Mustang’s Spirit

A Mustang’s Spiritby Michael DoyleA mustang’s spirit can never be brokenThe wild wind said in words unspokenInto the sky, the story of wild turned to loveBorn in a meadow with only the stars aboveSkies as endless as these were beautifulShy … Continue reading

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Attached In Meaning

Attached In Meaningby Michael DoyleWords are mainly symbolsSomething that vaguely resemblesAn agreement between we human beingsAs to what it is that we are meaningWe need a little less of the dictionaryAs we each act out our own PictionaryOf all that … Continue reading

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Christmas Lights

Christmas Lightsby Michael DoyleLooking out from the heart of the cityIt’s best to take things with humor so wittyAnd to know that children are our possibilityBecause they still see impossible things with claritySanta doesn’t have one child, he has them … Continue reading

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Pressure Put On Coal

Pressure Put On Coalby Michael DoyleLike a herd of deer comes crashing inFalling like a gift from the skyFalling like snowflakes as it’s Christmas againAnd the angels sing their hallelujah replySnow clouds form again and yet there is no snowStill, … Continue reading

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Every Day Is A Gift

Every Day Is A Giftby Michael DoyleUp in the sky, Santa is comingAcross the roofs, reindeer are runningThe gift of love is wrapped up in youDreamily finding your heart so trueA Christmas song comes to mindAs every day is a … Continue reading

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Great Things Come Unexpected

Great Things Come Unexpectedby Michael DoyleI have found in lifeThat it’s not to be neglectedTo say only that sometimesGreat things come unexpectedOpportunity sometimes fallsRight into our lapsAnd when that chance callsWith its rings or its rapsIt’s the only answer that … Continue reading

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In Gratitude For Santa’s Spirit

In Gratitude For Santa’s Spiritby Michael Doyle”Dear Santa”, that’s how it all beganSealed with love as only a child canWhat he wanted most of all was familyThat and a meaningful Christmas treeHe grew up endlessly chasing a little cheerIn the … Continue reading

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