Tag Archives: Hand

Surrendered To the Knife

Surrendered To the Knifeby Michael DoyleOnce you’ve surrendered to the knifeYour silent pleas won’t save your lifeThis, then, is the solemn price paidFor the best-laid plans never madeThis is what it is to be done with mankindTo take the bitter … Continue reading

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What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?

What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?by Michael DoyleWith a touch of her handHe finds happiness againWith her look, he understandsWhat he is meant to ascertainHer walking beside himMakes his sight less dimAs he opens his heart to seeHer … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: One Cannot Hire A Hand; the Whole Man Always Comes With It

“One cannot hire a hand; the whole man always comes with it.” – Peter Drucker, management consultant, professor, and writer (19 Nov 1909-2005)

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In This Dance

In This Danceby Michael DoyleEven rivers know to ramble slowlyThe end comes soon enoughIf in the end, this world knows meSomeday, that will be enoughIn the interrupted dream shades of the nightI wander alone through this twilightBreathless as the thoughts … Continue reading

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Like Souls Rising From the Dead

Like Souls Rising From the Deadby Michael DoyleHidden symbols press the conscienceAnd then denies the separation of scienceFrom the spirituality of all things trueThis is independent of a fearful point of viewMorals only tend to get in the wayOf moments … Continue reading

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First Principles: As Parents, We Can Have No Joy, Knowing That This Government Is…Running the Next Generation Into Debt

“As parents, we can have no joy, knowing that this government is not sufficiently lasting to ensure any thing which we may bequeath to posterity: And by a plain method of argument, as we are running the next generation into … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Love Is Like Quicksilver In the Hand. Leave the Fingers Open and It Stays. Clutch It, and It Darts Away

“Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.” -Dorothy Parker, author (22 Aug 1893-1967)

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Don’t Play With Fire In the Dark

Don’t Play With Fire In the Darkby Michael Doyle The edge of the cliff beckons meWhispering my name dangerouslyIs it taunting the edgeOf a lonely soul on the ledge A reasoned soul knows its contextWhen all the dots fail to … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It’s Best To Give While Your Hand Is Still Warm

“It’s best to give while your hand is still warm.” – Philip Roth, novelist (19 Mar 1933-2018)

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Midnight Reflections

Midnight Reflectionsby Michael DoyleSending I love you echoes across the canyon wallInto the frigid air of this late fallThinking to myself that you were once so nearNow gasping at the thought that you might disappearThe distance is no further than … Continue reading

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