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Tag Archives: Purity
Logical Pursuit
Though it ultimately comes down to faith, belief is also about evidence and applying logic to this evidence. Logical Pursuit by Michael Doyle Saying no over and over and then again Is the path of righteousness that we walk The … Continue reading
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Don’t Talk To Strangers
First in a series of poems based on a retelling of the classic werewolf story, or is it… Don’t Talk To Strangers by Michael Doyle Mama said don’t talk to strangers You’re never out of danger When you live on … Continue reading
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Tagged Bleed, Blood, Call, Charming, Danger, Dangerous, Day, Death, Directions, Disarming, Edge of Darkness, Eyes, Fall, Half Hidden, Hearts, Mama, Map, Meaningless, Measure, Night, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Proof, Proven, Purity, Rules, Running Away, Series, Silently, Strangers, Talk, Trap, Uncertainty, Us, Werewolf, Wolf
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The Mystery of Crow
Another inspired by the blues I listened to on my road trip today. I have to say, while there are scenic road trip guides, this is the first time I’ve driven the beautiful country roads of Morgan and Monroe … Continue reading
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Tagged Allusion, Bangles, Begin, Blossom, Blues, Blues History, Carolinian, Change, Country Roads, Crow, Dance, Dark Delight, Divine, Everything, Fly, Friends, Groove, Heartbreak, High, Indiana, Life, Mastery, Meet, Memories, Mountain, Mystery, Night, Nothing, Oriole, Outshone, Pages, Pass, Passion, Path, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Purity, Rearrange, Remember, Rhythm, Road Trip, Self Assured, Shadow, Smokey Joe, Something, Songbird, Soul Shake, Sparkle, Sugar Cane, When, Whirlwind, Window
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Birth of Merlin
Which was your favorite? King Arthur? Or, Merlin? Birth of Merlin by Michael Doyle In 480 AD, in Britain’s Dark Ages Arthur, Camelot and Merlin rode into its pages Shrouded in the fog of great mystery It’s half lost from … Continue reading
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Tagged Ancient Days, Anger, Birth, Brawn, Breath, Britain, Camelot, Castle, Child, Chivalry, Command, Counsel, Country, Dark Ages, Death, Druids, Famine, Favorite, Fog, Gods, History, King, King Arthur, Land, Legend, Lore, Magic, Merlin, Mystery, Myth, Night, Pages, Photograph, Plague, Poem, Poetry, Poor, Purity, Question, Risk, Second Sight, Sincerity, Storm, Time, Violence, Wise Man, Wizard
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The Floriography of Our Easter Love Renewed
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11, 2020… and hoping each of you is having a blessed Easter eve!! Today’s poem prompt is to write a poem featuring the secret language of flowers, floriography. Given that I have been with my two little girls … Continue reading
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Tagged Again, Apostles, Azalea, Bloom, Christ, Desiree, Dignity, Easter, Floriography, Forgiveness, Garden, Heart, Hold, Hope, Jesus, Linger, Love, Loyalty, Mortal Sin, Na/GloPoWriMo, Nosegay, Petals, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Purity, Purple, Queen, Remind, Renew, Repentance, Right, Role, Rose, Self Control, Single, Symbolism, Temperance, Theology, Tulips, Us, Victorian, Virtue, Walk, Womanhood, Words, Wounds
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Thankful For God’s Love and Mercy
Based in part on 1st Samuel: Thankful For God’s Love and Mercy by Michael Romani Giving thanks for all at all times Expressed in my thousand rhymes Always seeking wisdom in my prayers Walking this world without false airs Surely … Continue reading
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Tagged 1st Samuel, Adoration, Air, Better, Blessed, Brave, Children of God, Conquer, Constant, Courage, Cross, Depth, Dignity, Divinity, Embrace, Every Day, Face, Faith, Find, Forgiven, Forward, Given, God, Goodness, Gratitude, Heaven, Hesitate, Holy, House, Humanity, Humility, Inventory, Lord, Love, Mercy, Ministry, Offer, Pause, Photograph, Platitude, Poem, Poetry, Prayer, Prevail, Problems, Pure, Purity, Puzzle, Rhyme, Sequence, Show, Sin, Small, Song, Soul, Spirit, Steadfast, Step, Still, Strength, Tale, Teach, Thanks, Time, Together, Toward, Walk, Way, Ways, Win, Wisdom, Wonder, Wrongs
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Samson VIII
Continuing in an effort to put a version of the Samson and Delilah story from the Book of Judges into verse, I present Part VIII. Perhaps, I should have made this shorter? Samson (VIII) by Michael Romani Amidst un-princely questions of … Continue reading
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Tagged Above, Adversary, Appease, Beg, Blame, Book of Judges, Broken, Burn, Consequence, Contest, Daughter, Design, Desire, Dishonor, Driven, Embrace, Enemies, Enemy, Enmity, Family, Fire, Flee, Folly, Forgiven, Gain, God's People, God's Will, Good, Heresy, History, Impure, Jew, King, Knees, Lion, Loss, Love, Nazarite, Peace, Persevere, Philistine, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Prayer, Price, Pride, Providence, Purity, Rage, Riddle, Samson and Delilah, Sanctuary, Seek, Shame, Sign, Steeple, Strife, Taran, Tears, Tunic, Two Peoples, Vain, Vow, Wager, Wisdom, Wolf, Wood, Worship, Wrath, Zion
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Beckoned By Her Fire
This poem transpired based on multiple pieces of conversations overheard or spoken to me that a friend then challenged me to turn into a poem: Beckoned By Her Fire by Michael Romani Her voice beckoned to me Like that moth … Continue reading


