Tag Archives: Stumble

One True Love

One True Loveby Michael DoyleIn understanding your painIt makes it quite plainYou are all that means anything to meThe worthy answer to my questions for meYou fill up my mindLike nothing else I findThese are the secrets we revealFeeling like … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Remember, We All Stumble, Every One of Us. That’s Why It’s A Comfort To Go Hand In Hand

“Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.” – Emily Kimbrough, author and broadcaster (23 Oct 1899-1989)

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Rated Pain

Rated Painby Michael DoyleSitting here tonight after the injuryI know that it won’t require surgeryBut all the same, I don’t like the painYet, asking me to rate it feels insaneThe trouble is as I stumbled and talkedIs that the path … Continue reading

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Profit and Schemes

Profit and Schemesby Michael DoyleIt’s hard to tell the differenceBetween the pursuit of profit and schemesThe wise pirate holds great reverenceFor the pirate captain’s dreamsLandlubbers hold their stockIn the mild talk of stabilityBut an adventurer holds to the talkOf betting … Continue reading

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In Prayers for My Mother

In Prayers For My Motherby Michael DoyleMy ex-wife recovers from surgery on this Mother’s DayI gave up the weekend she owed to show in some sort of wayThat I wish her to recover and want my daughters to tendTo her … Continue reading

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Worth the Turning of Attention

Worth the Turning of Attentionby Michael DoyleThe time has come and the time is nowTo remember the nation’s virtues somehowBecause when the Left has gotten out of controlThere is virtually nothing to ever consoleThe loss of some fundamental beliefsThat without … Continue reading

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Free From the Inside

Free From the Insideby Michael DoyleRemembering when I was lostThankful for how you paid the costGetting me across the great divideSetting me free from the insideYou took away my wretched prideSetting me free from the insideThree days blind until that … Continue reading

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Ways of Life Previously Chosen

Ways of Life Previously Chosenby Michael DoyleEating smoked salmon and in contemplationAbout what will be the fate of my nationI will let no untruths be varnished or toldBut insist on telling how history did unfoldI have watched the destruction of … Continue reading

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For the Win

For the Winby Michael DoyleNever give upNever give inWhen you fall downGet up againRun through the valleysKeep your head lowRun through the alleysYou didn’t even knowDodge the punchesWhenever you canThis is the rumbleThat makes you a manHold your head highAs … Continue reading

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On Which Life Depends

On Which Life Dependsby Michael DoyleWe play games aimed to pleaseAs we touch and you teaseShowing me your personal spacesAnd touching me with your tracesThese linger inside my mindYours is the touch that I’ve wanted to findI am in a … Continue reading

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