Tag Archives: Stranger

Like Souls Rising From the Dead

Like Souls Rising From the Deadby Michael DoyleHidden symbols press the conscienceAnd then denies the separation of scienceFrom the spirituality of all things trueThis is independent of a fearful point of viewMorals only tend to get in the wayOf moments … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Bosom of America Is Open To Receive Not Only the Opulent and Respectable Stranger, but the Oppressed and Persecuted

“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted … if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” —George Washington (1783)

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Things of Sisterhood Observed In Nashville

Things of Sisterhood Observed in Nashvilleby Michael DoyleA resplendent marble temple sits in full scaleIn Centennial Park, centering beautiful NashvilleWith Athena’s legendary wisdom in its representationAs a timely reminder of the city’s due stationBuilt in thanksgiving for this modern Athens’ … Continue reading

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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The Mothman Cometh

The Mothman Comethby Michael DoyleGraceful yet frighteningI saw him by lightening With two red eyes glaringI couldn’t help staringPleading his wild eyed mysteryA part of West Virginian historyThis mysterious sort of beingThat the moonlight might bringA chilling whisper finds its … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Bosom of America Is Open To Receive Not Only the Opulent and Respectable Stranger, But the Oppressed and Persecuted of All Nations and Religions

“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted of all Nations and Religions … if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” – … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Bosom of America Is Open To Receive Not Only the Opulent and Respectable Stranger, But the Oppressed and Persecuted

“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted … if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” – George Washington (1783)

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In Accordance With His Will

Based on the sermon that I listened to here: In Accordance With His Willby Michael Doyle From my lips, I proclaim your praiseAs I do in all of my passing daysCrying out with joy and gladnessPrayer helps me escape this … Continue reading

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Stirred Up In Recipe

Stirred Up In Recipeby Michael DoyleIt is hard to be ecstaticAbout a man who acts erraticNor is there a thrill in Bernie’s weekendThat gives anyone a reason to pretendThat we have any reason left to be reverentAbout just choosing something … Continue reading

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The Slow Crawl

The Slow Crawlby Michael DoylePushing past the slow crawl of another dayEdged to darkness and I begin to prayTo a god that I feel unsure ofBut who has a sense of humor disguised as loveDeath is a way out of … Continue reading

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