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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 Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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Traverse City Blues

Traverse City Bluesby Michael DoyleIt comes about every now and thenWhen a soul feels lost and needs some zenThen is the time to hit the roadAnd ease the tension looking to explodeThe thing is that seven hoursSnaking through construction soursEven … Continue reading

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Club Handy

Club Handyby Michael DoyleEvery showman is a tricksterA sophisticated and tragically hipsterLeaving the girls with smiles on their facesMoving them deeply with his tracesIt’s a carnival of scamPutting on the ritualistic glamWith bated breath ready to flyAs heartbreak paints the … Continue reading

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In the I-IV-VII

In the II IV VIIby Michael Doyle In the I IV VIII just might playMy way to blues heavenBut I wouldn’t want to really say. It’s just another moment in this dayTroubles found and troubles goneNo real matter to how … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Had the Blues Because I Had No Shoes Until Upon the Street, I Met A Man Who Had No Feet

“I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.” – Denis Waitley

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Social Media Blues

Social Media Bluesby Michael DoyleIt’s really kind of funnyAbout this social media sceneIt really kind of bugs meHow all these geniuses want to vent their spleenWeren’t these guys the same onesWho sat in back, claiming they were street smartAdmiring oil … Continue reading

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Cinderella of the Pacific

A friend of mine invented a 5 line form of poetry in honor of Cinco de Mayo this year. At a short form poetry workshop tonight, I turned this into five verses of this and wrote the following in recollection … Continue reading

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In Gratitude For Santa’s Spirit

In Gratitude For Santa’s Spiritby Michael Doyle”Dear Santa”, that’s how it all beganSealed with love as only a child canWhat he wanted most of all was familyThat and a meaningful Christmas treeHe grew up endlessly chasing a little cheerIn the … Continue reading

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Shorebreak Blues

Shorebreak Bluesby Michael DoyleOut there on my hideaway, ride the bayI spend my moments in my casual wayHere to surf not to observe or talkI watch the waves crash on Jackpot RockI feel Autumn come creeping in Dreaming in my … Continue reading

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