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In the Name of the Father and the Son
In the Name of the Father and the Sonby Michael DoyleTrying to hide in the nightWaiting for the morning lightFeeling my soul must atoneI have never felt so all aloneUntil I glanced on God’s faceThen and there, I knew graceA … Continue reading
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Tagged Abundantly, Afraid, Alone, Atone, Believing, Blame, Blemish, Done, Embrace, Father, Feel, Feeling, Feet, Felt, Fill, Glory, God's Face, God's Will, Godly, Grace, Gratitude, Healing, Hide, Home, In the Name of, Joy, Living Up To, Made, Mighty Sound, Miracles, Morning Light, Name, Never Again, Night, Poetry and Poems, Power, Right Attitude, Savior, Solid Ground, Son, Sorrow, Soul, Step, Story, Talk, Today and Tomorrow, Wait, Waken, Walk the Walk, Wayward Son
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Thought For the Day: The Library Is An Arena of Possibility, Opening Both A Window Into the Soul and A Door Onto the World
“The library is an arena of possibility, opening both a window into the soul and a door onto the world.” – Rita Dove
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Tagged Arena, Door, Library, Open, Possibility, Rita Dove, Soul, Thought For the Day, Window, World
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Nat Turner’s Legacy
Nat Turner’s Legacyby Michael DoyleExceptions seldom make the ruleFoolish thinkers need their schoolThose who dwell on the mysteryOf why so few rose against slaveryIt is a cowardice of cultureThat we cannot afford to nurtureLet’s recall a moment of historyLived by … Continue reading
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Tagged Action, American History, Asunder, Blood and Brutality, Civil War, Country, Cowardice of Culture, Criticism, Death, Destiny, Dignity, Easy Lesson, Education, Equal Opportunity, Exceptions, Experiment, Field, Fight, Foolish Thinkers, Freedom and Liberty, God and Science, Greatest Republic, Hard Road, History, Incendiary, Inspiration, Ironic, Legacy, Liberty, Luxury, Mystery, Nat Turner, Ntion, Nurture, Optimism, Path Forward, Pessimism, Poetry and Poems, Poverty, Promise, Prophecy, Rage, Re;public, Revelation, Revolution, Right, Satisfaction, School, Scourge, Sinners, Slavery, Soul, The Rule, Theology, Victory, Vision, Voice, Wickedness Revealed
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In the Heat of August
In the Heat of Augustby Michael DoyleRising temperatures affect the moodWith noisy insects seeming to intrudeSome live to complain line after lineBut I think instead, I’ll make August mineEven a poet or two finds it a povertyThat they cannot enjoy … Continue reading
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Tagged Affect, August, Autumn, Blue Moon, Children, Complain, Dreams, Dusk, Embrace, Evening Woods, Explore, Favorite, Feast, Fields of Flowers, Fireflies, Forget, Fruit, Heat, Helen Hunt Jackson, Hours, Intrude, Line After Line, Magic, Mine, Mood, Moon Beams, Nature, Noisy Insects, Poet, Poetry and Poems, Pools, Poverty, Regret, Ripe, Rising Temperatures, Soul, Summer's Last Stand, Sunny Days, Swim, Swimming Holes, Tapestry, Think, Understand, Violets
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Lost Plot
Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading
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Tagged Alive, Architecture, Around, Atonal, Audience, Bursting Seams, Children, Cohesive Whole, Consideration, Cry, Debussy, Declarative, Drama, Dreams, Dreamscape Logic, Embrace, Ethereal, Everywhere, Fail, Fantasy, Forgot, Found, Freud, Future, Hallucination, Harmony, Hold Onto, Hope, Horror, Humanity, Impression, Laughter, Look, Look Around, Lost, Melody, Murderous, Narrative, Neglect, Nose Dive, Passing Days, Play, Plot, Poetry and Poems, Psyche, Quietly Spoken, Retrospect, Rhapsody, Share, Society, Soul, Structure, Summation, Surface, Surrealism, Swim, The Present, Thunder, Trauma, True, Vision, Watch, Weird, Wordless
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How Much Law Is Enough Law?
How Much Law Is Enough Law?by Michael DoyleIt is no secret that laws weren’t to be numerousNor were our laws meant to be written as voluminous Every one of our Founding Fathers made that clearWhen they said as much and … Continue reading
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Tagged Aspiration, Average Man, Clear, Command, Complex, Complexity, Demand, Expected, Explode, Explore, Facts, Founding Fathers, Freedom and Liberty, Glory, Graze, Hand, Human Story, Law, Maze, Measure, Measures, Nation, National Goal, Needed, Numerous, Ordinary Americans, Our Republic, Our Soul, Outrages, Pages, Poetry and Poems, Qualitative, Quantitative, Rationale, Regulatory Law, Rejected, Seldom, Simplicity, Soul, The People, Tolerated, Tyrannical, Understand, Voluninous, Written
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The Beginning of Wisdom
The Beginning of Wisdomby Michael DoyleIn the harvest of all that becomes the soulThere is so very little that is in our controlAsked if there was anything for me to declareHaunted chords hint that I am becoming self-awareLocked in the … Continue reading
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Tagged Beginning, Best Days, Best Ways, Breaks, Change, Civility, Control, Critical Step, Declare, Graveyard, Habits, Harvest, Haunted Chords, Just Society, Know Myself, Laugh, Long Gone, Mindset, Personal Development, Personal Virtue, Poetry and Poems, Self-Aware, self-improvement, Soul, Substance, Think On, Thoughts and Habits, Wisdom
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Through the Son
Through the Sonby Michael DoyleThere’s something in my attitudeIt’s heard in my love and gratitudeOn my knees, I am prayingOn my lips, I am sayingHallelujah, for all my healingThere is grace in all I’m feelingHere in all my daysI keep … Continue reading
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Tagged Attitude, Belong, Dark and Light, Days, Death to Life, Deliver, Divine, Done, Feel, Gift, Glory, Grace, Gratitude, Greater Things, Hallelujah, Heal, Heard, Heart, Jesus, King, Knees, Lift Up, Lips, Living, My Love, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Pray, Rewrote, Right, Say, Signs, Sing, Song, Soul, Story, Through Jesus, Through The Son, Wonder, Wonders, Words
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Second Chance Poker
Second Chance Pokerby Michael DoyleYou don’t truly knowWhat it’s like to live hollowHaving nowhere to goLiving in a jail cell’s shadowClinging to who you used to beSilently hoping for your dignityFeeling like your honor is goneIs this life worth going … Continue reading
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Tagged Blood, Chase, Cling, Comedy, Dignity, Disguise, Disintegration, Eyes, Fire, Grief, Hollow, Imagination, Indignation, Innocence, Jail, Killer, Life, Mud, Noose, Poetry and Poems, Poker, Relief, Rolling Up, Second Chance, Sorrow, Soul, Tears, Time, Tomorrow, Tragedy, Violence
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