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Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Blues

Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Bluesby Michael DoyleWith the pressure of coal refractiveIn a life hard lived and extractiveA diamond’s aspects glitter in their huesThe Bronx Bull lived his blackened bluesWhen out of the ring, his prowess was as abusiveAs his desire … Continue reading →

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The Morning Only Brings Bad

The Morning Only Brings Badby Michael DoyleFor some, the morning only brings badThese are those who are persistently sadIndulging only those things that will kill themAs if they missed the call of life’s good hymnInstead, they hear nonstop voices in … Continue reading →

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The Path of Generosity

The Path of Generosityby Michael DoyleStanding on a mountain of epiphanyStill, wondering what might come for meThis is no moment of bumper-sticker fameSome of the things happening are a shameReaching out for all the unreachedBringing the resources so that the … Continue reading →

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I’m Not the Kind of Father

I’m Not the Kind of Fatherby Michael DoyleI’m not the kind of fatherWho can spend a lot of moneyHowever much I love my daughtersMy ex thinks this is funnyShe complains about the money she spendsDespite the child support givenAnd I … Continue reading →

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Jeering At the Past

Jeering At the Pastby Michael DoyleToo often, society burns with fireForgetting virtue for forms of desireProgression is found in cinders burningAll of the lessons, we keep relearningBrigands scoff at things of the pastLaughing at those things that didn’t lastAnd believing … Continue reading →

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Talk of Grace

Talk of Graceby Michael DoyleIt is all of us, the body of peopleFound under God’s holy steepleThat makes us wonder about graceUndeserved in favor, yet we know our placeClearly, His church is most attractiveWhere grace is found and is most … Continue reading →

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Puer Aeternus

Puer Aeternusby Michael DoyleIt seems that from out of nowhere subtleThere’s an argument that has no rebuttalThat all of my desire for the highest riskHas passed my logic by walking tall and briskMy life had always been fairly straight and … Continue reading →

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Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruitby Michael DoyleLove of witchcraft presents the evidenceThat the ability to influence is no coincidenceAs they open up evil, door by doorAnd find a craven audience wanting moreThe portal to desires some wish to exploreOpen up to all, beginning … Continue reading →

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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 →

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To Yet Believe

To Yet Believeby Michael DoyleConfused by shadowsWe wonder at what we knowTo the heavens and to belowWe feint at what we might knowPerhaps spoken dreamsAre our best questsThe impossible, so it seemsGives us our best testsTo fight to right the … Continue reading →

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