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Tag Archives: Truth
In My Darkest Times
In My Darkest Timesby Michael DoyleIn my darkest timesWhen I’m all out of rhymesYou hold me in your holy palmKeeping me safe and calmYou pulled the Savior out of His graveWith all you are and do to saveJesus, you’ve always … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Amaze, Anguish, Connect, Darkest Times, Daze, Dots, Face, Faith, Felt, Grace, Grave, Heart, Hold, Holy, Hope, Jesus, Love, Next, Open, Palm, Poetry and Poems, Possibility, Pull, Recollection, Restore, Rhymes, Safe and Calm, Save, Savior, Share, Time and Space, Trace, Truth, Wonder
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The Fight For Nobility
The Fight For Nobilityby Michael DoyleTo fight for nobilityOften causes many to loseIn life’s lack of sensibilityWhich comes though we refuseThe Spanish InquisitionHad its inglorious powerThat it used without hesitationTo rule any given hourMadmen and poetsHave much in commonEven when … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Believe, Best, Born To Die, Broken Dreams, Brutality, Cause, Common, Confuse, Cure, Dare, Death, Desire, Destination, Dreams, Fight, Fool, Give, Grasp, Hesitation, Hour, Idle Talk, Inglorious Power, Judge, Knight, Life, Live, Lived, Lose, Madmen and Poets, Mirror, Moments, Nobility, Noble and True, Plain, Poetry and Poems, Pose, Prevail, Proverbs, Question, Real, Reality, Rebuild, Refuse, Rule, Seem, Sensibility, Test, The Spanish Inquisition, Truth, Why, Youth
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Of All Things Valued
Of All Things Valuedby Michael DoyleLike pieces arranged on the chessboardThe Man from La Mancha bears his swordPrince or pawnbroker, there is trade for madnessBut only the type that perpetually leads to sadnessThe battle with evil and giants cannot compareWith … Continue reading
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Tagged Affection, All Things, Approach, Battle, Because, Believe, Best, Born, Challenge, Chess Board, Compare, Contest, Cost, Days of Old, Disillusioned, Distinguished, Emblems, Errant Knight, Eternal Brothers, Evil, Fair, Garment, Giants, Good Knight, Hem, Joined, Kiss, Language, Lost, Love, Madness, Ores, Pawnbroker, Peasants, Pieces, Poetry and Poems, Precious Sacrament, Prince, Sadness, Say, See, Stolen, Sword, The Man From La Mancha, Token, Trade, True Gold, Truth, Useless, Valued, You and Me
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Dulcinea del Toboso’s Truth
Dulcinea del Toboso’s Truthby Michael DoyleThe best gravy is the world’s hungerAnd in our dreams, we grow no youngerIn his sight, the lady’s true beautyRemoves her sins as is his knightly dutyHe’s dreamed of her as a virgin ladyAnd while … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Beauty, Belief, Best Defense, Best Gravy, Cruelties, Divert, Dreams, Dulcinea del Toboso, Groan, Heart, Heaven, Hunger, Knightly Duty, Life, Little Hurts, Madness of Life, No Selfishness, No Younger, On and On, Poetry and Poems, Pursue, Remove, Sight, Sin, Single Bone, Soft, Thought, Tough, Trace, Truly Know, Truth, Two, Virgin Lady, Way of Life, World, Youth
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To Be A Warrior
To Be A Warriorby Michael DoyleTo be a warriorThat is to say, a good warriorRequires more than the draw your bladeAnd being assured your prowess is displayedNo, it requires a reasonA reason that is good to find that seasonWhen the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Battle, Blade, Cause, Cherish, Days, Display, Due, Fights, Fine Steel, Fought, Good, Good Warrior, Greatest Kings, Heaven Above, Just, Know, Knowledge, Led, Love, Men, Poetry and Poems, Prowess, Reason, Repeat, Require, Said, Seaason, Sought, Soul, Strength, Thousand Lights, Time, True Warrior, Truth, Understood, Victory, Warrior, Win, Written, Youth
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In Our Praise
In Our Praiseby Michael DoyleThe mercy shines brightStrong in battle; setting things rightJesus rules over us allAs in in His presence, we recallThat no one has this powerThat the Lord brings every hourSeated on His holy throneReigning over us as … Continue reading
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Tagged Arms, Battle, Beat, Blessings, Bright, Days, Engage, Glory, Gratitude, Grow, Hide, Hour, Jesus, Love, Majesty, Mercy, Poetry and Poems, Power, Praise, Presence, Reign, Revel, Right, Right Attitude, Rules, Sovereignty, Street, Strong, Throne, Truth, Voices, Wide
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Thought For the Day: There Are Two Kinds of Truth: the Truth That Lights the Way and the Truth That Warms The Heart. The First of These Is Science, and the Second is Art
“There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the other or more important than … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, Chandler, Heart, Important, Independent, Inhuman, Light, Other, Raymond Thornton, Ridiculous, Science, Thought For the Day, Truth, Two Kinds, Warm, Way
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Raised Small Town
Raised Small Townby Michael DoyleI was raised all around this world, you seeBelieving in America and our cherished libertyWherever it was that my family might be foundWe stood up straight and chased truth aroundUntil we caught it by its length … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged America, Believe, Better Person, Cherish, Conceive, Deal Fairly, Duplicity, Equal Opportunity, Family, Found, Liberty, Merit and Character, Nation, Neighbors, Poetry and Poems, Poor, Prevail, Principles, Raised, Raised Up Right, Rich In Soul, Right Walk, See, Skin, Small Town, Smile, Stand, Straight, Tail, Truth, Win, World
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Thought For the Day: The Fear of Telling the Truth – Whatever That Truth May Be – That Fear Is the Most Painful Sensation of A Moral Life
“As a child I was taught that to tell the truth was often painful. As an adult I have learned that not to tell the truth is more painful, and that the fear of telling the truth — whatever the … Continue reading
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Tagged Adult, Child, Fear, June Jordan, Moral Life, More Painful, Not To Tell Truth, Painful, Sensation, Taught, Thought of the Day, Truth
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Bitter Truth Empty
Bitter Truth Emptyby Michael DoyleI come from the tribe of the dead soulSpirits lifted in the game of rock-n-rollThere is living yet to be doneIn the name of the father and the sonAnd yet, in the mirrored reflectionA sprawl spins … Continue reading
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Tagged Banality, Believe, Bitter Truth, Conviction, Creative Force, Dead, Die, Direction, Done, Dribble, Echo, Ego, Empty, Essence, Eviction, Eyes, Father, Game, Gone, History, Human Being, Lay Down, Living, Meaning, Music, Mystry, Name, New Sky, Nothing, Nothing Left To Say, Originality, Pass, Poetry and Poems, Reflection, Remorse, Reverberations, Rock-n-Roll, Shrivel, Simply, Single Shred, Something, Son, Soul, Spirt, STuck, Surprise, Tomorrow, Tribe, Truth, Urban Decay, Vacuum, Watch
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