Tag Archives: Proud

Seeing Through God’s Eyes

Seeing Through God’s Eyesby Michael DoyleIn first conversionWithout reversionWe discover God’s love for theeThe you and the meIn second conversionAgainst without reversionWe learn to live God’s visionWith a love for the world s our decisionDespite the world lived so loudWe … Continue reading

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Six String Guillotine

Six String Guillotineby Michael DoyleIt was a six stringGuillotineSummer sceneKind of a dreamRolling through the nightThe pompadourWho held the doorThat no one could ignoreSet the flames licking the TroubadorAnd said it would be alrightStruck by the thunderBeing pulled underBy a … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #11: Letters From Father To Daughter

Na/GloPoWriMo #11: Letters From Father To Daughterby Michael DoyleDearest Daughter,I didn’t know I would be a fatherWhen I took the chances that I didAnd I’ve always tried to keep it hidI see your eyes of confusionBetween truth and illusionAnd, yes, … Continue reading

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With You On This Day’s Journey

With You On This Day’s Journeyby Michael DoyleIf I were to allow myself to dreamAnd then to make it real as it seemsIt would be this dream of me and youWith all the beauty you bring and doTo live a … Continue reading

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Lessons From Sonic and Zen

Based on a conversation and then watching a movie as I was there sharing it: Lessons From Sonic and Zen by Michael Doyle Large popcorn, extra butter Tasty treat and then another Settled in blanket to watch the show Cuddle … Continue reading

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Wild Winds

As mentioned before, it is birthday weekend for a very sweet daughter whose gentle spirit and artistic ways make me a better man in every way.  I am so proud to be her father.  I thought it might be, and … Continue reading

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When Children Speak

When our children speak, we should listen.  We never know what we might learn?  If nothing else how they see the world.  And I can think of no greater gift than understanding the world through the eyes and hearts of … Continue reading

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Waking Up Alone

Didn’t Bowie set it out for us well?  Time may and does change us.  But, we cannot change time.  Why do realize that when we are young.  Then so many of us lose sight of this as we grow older … Continue reading

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On Attempting To Be A Good Father

As Father’s Day approaches, I am thinking a lot on what it means to be a father to my two daughters.  I am woefully aware that as they approach their teenage years, there are things I might have said and … Continue reading

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The Having of Something To Say

What makes a poet? The Having Something To Say by Michael Doyle Sitting here in the middle of a think Mentally stumbling slipping toward brink Wondering what it is that makes a poet Certainly certain that I don’t know it … Continue reading

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