Tag Archives: Souls

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?by Michael DoyleThe teenaged yearsOf Saturday night solitudeWas a parade of smiles and tearsAnd many dramasWaiting to intrudeInto the happiness that cameAnd that provided the frameIn moments of ShakespeareThat kept us awakeMaking us braver than our … Continue reading

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Looking For Words

Looking For Wordsby Michael DoyleI see you looking for wordsBut more than the wordsYou want to read the actionsThat bleed like a rose with satisfactionMaking a difference, plain to seeTo live, love, and dream is to beOne with this universal … Continue reading

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Land Hold

Land Holdby Michael DoyleThe land holds its historyThe heart has its mysteryHeld generations in a familyIt’s the passing of love steadilyFrom generation to generationThe way of society’s inclinationAs we simply pass it onResisting that it ever be tornBut kept instead … Continue reading

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Nihilistic Stumble Grumble

Nihilistic Stumble Grumbleby Michael DoyleLife in all its historiesIs filled with a million mysteriesThings that might have gone betterWritten and unwritten, letter by letterWe find ourselves filling up the holesTrying to bring comfort to our soulsStepping in an avalanche pulling … Continue reading

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Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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As If Nothing Else Matters

As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading

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Planting Churches

Planting Churchesby Michael DoyleAs we look around on these troubled daysWe’re living through chaosIn a million different waysWe’re wishing for the innocenceWe once knew in times beforeWhen godly people lived as in in His presenceNow it seems life moves in … Continue reading

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Loraxby Michael DoyleHats off to Betty WhiteWho although not always rightDid voice for the Sneedville treesAnd against polluting factoriesThere’s something for the glitz that’s not forgotThe importance of trees over parking lotsBeauty there is to … Continue reading

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We’re Going To Make It

We’re Going To Make Itby Michael DoyleWhatever today’s bit of sorrowKeep holding on for tomorrowNot giving in to the gray skiesUntil you see the bright sunriseThat will greet your dreamsHeld together now taped at the seamsIn a world that even … Continue reading

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With Contented Sigh

With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading

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