Tag Archives: Lips

Thought For the Day: The Hands That Help Are Better Far Than Lips That Pray. Love Is the Ever Gleaming Star That Leads the Way

“The hands that help are better far / Than lips that pray. / Love is the ever gleaming star / That leads the way, / That shines, not on vague worlds of bliss, / But on a paradise in this.” … Continue reading

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First Kiss

First Kissby Michael DoyleRemembering back on the magicFound waiting for the first kissThat led to heartbreak, something tragicBut that moment felt like blissThat moment, for the moment, felt like blissThing back on the magicFound in waiting for the first touchThat … Continue reading

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First Principles: Every Child In America Should Be Acquainted With His Own Country

“Every child in America should be acquainted with his own country. He should read books that furnish him with ideas that will be useful to him in life and practice. As soon as he opens his lips, he should rehearse … Continue reading

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Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)

Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)by Michael DoyleShe was born a New England girlWith dreams of her own and the leaves in a whirlEvery fall, she knew comfort in her seasonAnd he knew that she made sense beyond … Continue reading

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In Accordance With His Will

Based on the sermon that I listened to here: In Accordance With His Willby Michael Doyle From my lips, I proclaim your praiseAs I do in all of my passing daysCrying out with joy and gladnessPrayer helps me escape this … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Pray That I Keep My Tongue From Evil and My Lips From Deceitful Speech

“Beautiful One, I am grateful for my life and I want to see good days, so I pray that I keep my tongue from evil and my lips from deceitful speech. Let the words that I use be transparent and … Continue reading

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An Intellectual Conversation

An Intellectual Conversationby Michael DoyleI asked you to speak your beautiful mindUnsuspecting of all the wonders I might findBut knowing that I would love just to talkWho knew that talk would grow into our walkI asked you to kiss me … Continue reading

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In Dream’s Shadow

Sort of a word play on a Celtic adventure of romance, magic and dreams. In Dream’s Shadow by Michael Doyle Drowning in your spell My secrets to reveal Fallen to blade you wield I suddenly find, I yield To sleep … Continue reading

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Checking My To-Dos

A little something that was kind of fun to come up with on my guitar: Checking My To-Dos by Michael Doyle Checking my to-dos Off of my list Brushing by your lips That needed kissed Baby, don’t you cry We’re … Continue reading

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Sailing An Impersonal Apocalypse

I heard an interesting global reading of Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.  From this contrasted with the pandemic lockdown came: Sailing An Impersonal Apocalypse by Michael Doyle As is the way of many a hero’s journey Enduring the … Continue reading

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