Tag Archives: Life

Lessons From Alcestis

Lessons From Alcestisby Michael DoyleAlcestis was the fairest of daughtersMuch beloved by Pelias, her fatherSo too loved by her husband, AdmetusAnd of her son, the warrior EumelusFearing that death might come to soonMade Admetus err in bringing love to ruinFor … Continue reading

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Active Intellect

Active Intellectby Michael DoyleWoke is an attack on accountabilityIt has nothing to do with predictabilityBut instead, an attack on the human soulThe methodology of this is wicked controlLife is meant to be a partnershipAnd not a thing of one-sided worshipThe … Continue reading

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A Servant of His People

A Servant of His Peopleby Michael DoyleMy hat is off to Volodymyr ZelenskyAs with his courage, he steps into historyHe has consistently proven his fitnessAs the heroic man becomes a remarkable witnessOnce a comedian who commanded laughterHe has proven himself … Continue reading

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Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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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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Thought For the Day: Mistakes Are Part of the Dues That One Pays For A Full Life

“Mistakes are part of the dues that one pays for a full life.” -Sophia Loren, actress (b. 1934)

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First Principles: A Good Moral Character Is the First Essential In Mankind…You Should Endeavor Not Only To Be Learned But Virtuous

“[A] good moral character is the first essential in a man, and that the habits contracted at your age are generally indelible, and your conduct here may stamp your character through life. It is therefore highly important that you should … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The More Sand That Has Escaped From the Hourglass of Our Life, the Clearer We Should See Through It

“The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.” -Jean-Paul Sartre, writer and philosopher (1905-1980)

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A Mix Inside the Mix

A Mix Inside the Mixby Pure Love and Michael Romani Look inside the mirrorWhat you see is only surfaceTo believe it is to be in errorAnd only see the face Inside every line is the traceOf a life lived in … Continue reading

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