Tag Archives: Troubles

I Am More Than

I Am More Thanby Michael DoyleSomewhere beneath the scratches and dust Is the man who has survived life’s bust.Though sometimes coiled up and hissing,I am well aware of the things I’m missing.I am more than this collection of bones.I know … Continue reading

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Troubles In the Real World

Troubles In the Real Worldby Michael DoyleSometimes, the law gets in the wayThe way of what passes for justiceIt isn’t as it should beBut it is simply what it is Sometimes, life fills up our daysFills up our days in … Continue reading

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In the End (We Die Alone)

In the End (We Die Alone)by Michael DoyleHarsh words are toldSometimes quietly, sometimes boldThere are a million ways to live your yearsBut it’s best when you free your fearsAnte up to stay in the gameWhatever happened or who is to … Continue reading

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How, Then, Should I Live?

How Then Should I Live?by Michael DoyleI look around this world with troubles to seeAnd I wonder to myself how then should I be?There are troubles all around – enough to seeThe need is here everywhere for another way to … Continue reading

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An Albatross Weighs Me Down

An Albatross Weighs Me Downby Michael DoyleOnce again, I stand reminded of a weightThat my days are numbered and have a dateOn which no more effort will be to my gainI push forward that my life is not in vainIt … Continue reading

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Self-Stirred To Capability

Self-Stirred To Capabilityby Michael DoyleStepping up to live and serveI walk in more blessings than I deserveIn this faith, I grow and growLiving more love than I might knowGuilt and innocence is our cultureLitigious in nature is what we nurtureCaught … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Most People Are Mirrors, Reflecting Moods and Emotions of the Times; Few Are Windows Bringing Light to Bear On the Dark Corners

“Most people are mirrors, reflecting the moods and emotions of the times; few are windows, bringing light to bear on the dark corners where troubles fester. The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.” -Sydney J. Harris, … Continue reading

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In the I-IV-VII

In the II IV VIIby Michael Doyle In the I IV VIII just might playMy way to blues heavenBut I wouldn’t want to really say. It’s just another moment in this dayTroubles found and troubles goneNo real matter to how … Continue reading

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Muted In Discovery

Muted In Discoveryby Michael DoyleMuted, frightened screamOverheard on the data streamStill recovering from Covid isolationUnable to leave the habitationFiltering fragments in questionFeelings born in their hesitationCrimes hint at interpretationThere is something lost in this conceptionThinking in terms of last exclusionThere … 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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