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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading

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Other Side of Hell

Other Side of Hellby Michael DoyleThis isn’t meant to discourageBut sometimes, true courageIs found on the other side of HellWhen your eyes have seen enough to dispelAny notion that peace can be foundThrough the taking of lives in warAnd when … Continue reading

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A Humble Servant’s Inquiry

A Humble Servant’s Inquiryby Michael DoyleIs it rebellious to question?I ask this in humblest confessionWe wish only that those we loveMight escape a little longer from heaven aboveWhile others wish for that deathThrough the struggle of wounded breathA second prayer … Continue reading

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The Morning Only Brings Bad

The Morning Only Brings Badby Michael DoyleFor some, the morning only brings badThese are those who are persistently sadIndulging only those things that will kill themAs if they missed the call of life’s good hymnInstead, they hear nonstop voices in … Continue reading

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I’m Not the Kind of Father

I’m Not the Kind of Fatherby Michael DoyleI’m not the kind of fatherWho can spend a lot of moneyHowever much I love my daughtersMy ex thinks this is funnyShe complains about the money she spendsDespite the child support givenAnd I … Continue reading

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Keeping Faith Through Storms

Keeping Faith Through Stormsby Michael DoyleWalking righteous amidst life’s corruptionThe faithful holds true without disruptionLike Noah and his ark saving our humanityThe chaos of new frontiers heals with peace, not vanityToo often, we live in coffins of our own makingWhile … Continue reading

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Giving Up On Being Superman

Giving Up On Being Supermanby Michael DoyleThose of us who wished to be a supermanHave mostly ended up seeming like Peter PanThere comes a time when it becomes bestTo put such delusions to their restHaving hit the wall without a … Continue reading

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Sandhill Cranes Revisited

Sandhill Cranes Revisitedby Michael DoyleEvery year Sometimes twice a yearWe would make our pilgrimage Off to Jasper PulaskiTens of thousands of cranes Filled the airZoning in on their nesting groundsZig-zag patterns as grouping Crossed by grouping Into what looks like … Continue reading

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The Kindness of A Godly Mother

The Kindness of A Godly Motherby Michael DoyleHold on to the wisdom found within the WordDespite all the foolishness that has occurredThe Bible is replete with examples understoodOf women who were mothers, holy and goodThough often imperfect, that’s not the … Continue reading

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Rough Edges

Rough Edgesby Michael DoyleSometimes it seemsI’ve lost all my dreamsAt the rough edgesAnd window ledgesAre all I’m hanging ontoIt’s been so long since I’ve held youStuck working the night shiftIn a world full of griftThe system works its cutAgainst the … Continue reading

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