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Tag Archives: Truth
With An Inept Jab
With An Inept Jabby Michael DoyleWith an inept Parkinson jabPutin attempts to plantThe false flag of a bioweapons labAs part of his hateful rantClaiming Ukraine as part of his empireBasing this as birthright of the RusBut such a claim has … Continue reading
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Tagged Abuse, Base, Bioweapons Lab, Birth Pains, Birthright, Calling Out, Choice, Claim, Danger, Empire, Escalation, Expire, Extremist, False Flag, False News, Fought, Freedom, Grains, Hateful, Historical, Independence, Inept, Jab, Legacy, Life, Mother Russia, No Explanation, Parkinson's, Plains, Plant, Poetry and Poems, Putin, Rant, Rise, Sad, Sought, Strain, Tartar, Territory, Test, The Fight Is On, The West, The Will, Transcendence, Truth, Tyrant, Ukraine, Vain Attempt, Views, Voice, World, World War III
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There Is A Dream
There Is A Dreamby Michael DoyleThere is a dreamInside our reflectionA silent sort of screamThat escapes the world’s detectionA world that no one else can seeIn an answer in search of questionsThat we won’t ask in possibilityA mirrored echo of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Answer, Believer, Better, Build, Choice, Defiance, Destination, Detection, Dignify, Dream, Echo, Escape, Form, Found, Ground, Grow, Hearts, Hesitation, Investigation, Keep, Minds, Mirror, Mysteries, Open, Poetry and Poems, Possibility, Power, Question, Reach Beyond, Reality, Reflection, Render, Revealed, Roads, Scream, See, Selves, Silent, Singular, Splendor, Tether, Tomorrow, Trap, Travel, Truth, Unaware, Unravel, Voice, Wishes, World
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Parasitic Pathogens
Parasitic Pathogensby Michael DoyleParasitic pathogensEffect our societyWhether it’s the lunacy Of the politically correctOr the social constructionThat derives from mass anxietyOf tribalistic social identityDiversity, identity, and equityEach seeks allegiance to its ideologyBad ideas escape the laboratoryWe should never surrender to … Continue reading
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Tagged Allegiance, Anxiety, De Minimis, Diversity, Epistemology, Equity, Identity, Ideology, Lies, Lunacy, Noise, Nomological, Parasitic Pathogens, Poetry and Poems, Politically Correct, Post-Modernism, Reason, Satire, Social Construction, Social Identity, Society, Steady March, Surrender, Tabula Rasa, Tribal, Truth, Universal Truths, Woke
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Wedded To A Narrative
Wedded To A Narrativeby Michael DoyleWedded to a narrativeWe forget the slavery of todayCivil rights racketeersDo little to nothingTo ease the world’s tearsThere are incentives to embraceTruths forgotten without traceCombatting the great reset takes voiceTo stand together, we are the … Continue reading
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Tagged Battle, Boom, Civil Rights, Commonsense, Data, Done, Doom, Doomsayer's, Economic Liberty, Elsewhere, Embrace, Equality of Opportunity, Equity, Failed Marxism, False, False Narrative, Free Market Policies, Great Reset, Ignore, Incentives, Majority, Morning's Tide, Narrative, Optimism, Poetry and Poems, Prophets, Race-Based, Racketeers, Rise, Sham, Slavery, Social Policy, Socialism, Stand Together, Tears, Technocrats, Today, Truth, Vacuum, Voice, We, Wed, Wokeness, Won, Work, Working Class
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Inseparable
Inseparableby Michael DoyleA black orphanGrown to be an honest intellectualChild of the Jim Crow SouthHe sought after what’s effectualEmancipation is what makes America uniqueThe 1619 ProjectIs one of breathtaking ignoranceSlavery does notAnd did not bring prosperityAnd the fight against this … Continue reading
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Tagged America, Backward, Better, Black Orphan, Blame, Bravery, Breathtaking Ignorance, Child, Effectual, Emancipation, Fight, Fingers, First Step, Forward, Future, Honest Intellectual, Inseparable, Intellectual Honesty, Jim Crow South, Joint Legacy, Married, Outlier, Poetry and Poems, Popularity, Prosperity, Reality, Reconcile, Rhetoric, Slavery, Solutions, Sought, The 1619 Project, Together, Truth, Unique, Worse
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As To Heaven, Our Hands Raise
As To Heaven, Our Hands Raiseby Michael DoyleIn our Christian legacyJesus is our first priorityHe is before all other thingsAnd He is for whom we singIn the beginning was the WordBefore any other thought occurredUntil He came to dwell among … Continue reading
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Tagged All Belongs To Him, Before All Things, Beginning, Catalyst, Center, Christian Legacy, Comfortable, Compass, Difference, Dwell, Every Other Part, Eyes, Glorify Him, Glory, Grace and Mercy, Hands, Heart, Heaven, His Purpose, History, Hymn, Jesus, Know, Look, Love, Mean, Nowhere Else, Page and the Book, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Priority, Raise, Reverence, Routine, Sing, Surprise, The First and the Last, The Lord, Thought, Treasure, Truth, Word
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Cicero Speaks On Becoming Older
Cicero Speaks On Becoming Olderby Michael DoyleLife passes through many a stageUntil calumniating in old ageIt’s a folly to hold this in despiseWe’d be better off to open our eyesCicero offers us his philosopher’s lookIn his writing of many a … Continue reading
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Tagged Assassination, Assert, Assumption, Body, Cherished, Cicero, Clarity, Collective Wisdom, Constitutional Hall, Counsel, Despise, Die, Different, Education, Effective, Elder, Elocution, Ends of History, Essay, Estate, Eternity, Experience, Eyes, Fail, Fair Prize, Farm, Folly, Franklin, Freedom, Good Book, Grandparent, Guide, Hands, Heed, History, Ides of March, Immortality, Indignation, Infirmity, Inner Beauty, Integrity, Justice, Kingdom, Law, Leadership, Life, Life's Lessons, Loss, Meditate, Mental Abilities, Mental Faculty, Moments, Moral Duty, Observation, Offer, Old Age, Older, Open, Opportunity, Oratory, Phaedo, Philosopher, Plato, Pleasure, Poetry and Poems, Profound, Quality of Life, Reason, Sacred Ground, Sage, Sensual Pleasures, Sharp, Stage, Sweet Surprise, Teach, Throat, Tides, Time and Again, Triumph, Truth, Tyranny, Use, Useless, Valuable, Versed, Why, Wiser, Wonder, Write, Young
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Whatever Our Circumstances Now
Whatever Our Circumstances Nowby Michael DoyleThanks given in every circumstanceNo matter the truth of the happenstanceThere’s a joyful noise to raiseAs we join together in our praiseSing our song as we rejoice togetherRedeemed by His grace, life is betterLike prisoners … Continue reading
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Tagged Breath, Circumstances, Communion, Cup, Embrace, Faithful, Family, Forgiven, Free, God, Goodness, Grace, Happenstance, His Love, Joyful Noise, Liberty, Lord, Loved, Mercy, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Race, Raise, Redeem, Rejoice, Reunion, Runners, Song, Surrender, Truth
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