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Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)

Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)by Michael DoyleCropper laid the template for rock-n-roll.Green Onions made the Soul Man cry. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay consoled our soulsAs Otis crashed and the rest of America cried.He proved that sometimes more … Continue reading

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When Rock Went To School

When Rock Went To Schoolby Michael DoyleSometimes there is thunder in a perfect mind.There in that place we have left behind.We wonder why it is that we all can’t walk away.We’re still mesmerized by the songs they used to play.Every … Continue reading

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Getting It Right

Getting It Rightby Michael DoyleSomehow, I’ve split at my seams,But I’m still holding to my dreams.All my summers have met their end.Still, all in all, you’re my forever friend.Stated in its mighty declarative,Life best lived is lived by its narrative.The … Continue reading

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Hollow Words and Climbing Trees

Hollow Words and Climbing Treesby Michael DoyleHanging out on an oak limb Beneath the canopy’s shadow,The moves we made brought us safety.Empty words ring kind of hollow.Left on their own, kids flourish.It’s the way we allow them to nourishThe decision-making … Continue reading

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Poetry Is Simple

Poetry Is Simpleby Michael DoyleShe said writing poems is simple,Just write what you want to say.Then suddenly, it’s simple,Or so the natural-born poets say.They try to give the secret away,As if it were something of the everyday.Yet, what’s missing is … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: A Guitar Is A Very Personal Extension of the Person Playing It. You Have To Be Emotionally and Spiritually Connected To Your Instrument

“A guitar is a very personal extension of the person playing it. You have to be emotionally and spiritually connected to your instrument. I’m very brutal on my instruments, but not all the time.” – Eddie Van Halen

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Bumping Up Against

Bumping Up Againstby Michael DoyleBumping up against the edgesToes reaching out over the ledgesThe quest is given up for the idealAs we learn to settle for the realThe higher grounds are out of boundsAs we seek to find further soundsThat … Continue reading

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We Manage To Stand

We Manage To Standby Michael DoyleSunset captures fear’s reflectionAs the kitten meanders in the right directionUnhungry and not seeking some timid mouseBut rather the warmth of the familiar houseOnce the hunter, now the preyThe game of life has danger in … Continue reading

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Silently Feeling

Silently Feelingby Michael Doyle In this world that shifts and shattersMiracles happen most when they don’t matterIt feels a bit like cosmic confusionBut it’s really just a humbling illusionAll these thoughts of constant intrusionCome in layers of complex conclusionsEven these … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Jazz Is the Only Music In Which the Same Note Can Be Played Night After Night But Differently Each Time

“Jazz is the only music in which the same note can be played night after night but differently each time.” – Ornette Coleman

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