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Christmas and Its Dysfunctions
Christmas and Its Dysfunctionsby Michael DoyleLife around Christmas can be crazyThough the reasons why can feel hazyThe story of Christmas continues on and onIn versions of dreams from just beyondBut with family, it comes togetherWith every improvised verse, it just … Continue reading
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Tagged Aggravaation, Better, Beyond, Bruised Knees, Christmas, Christmas Lights, Conjunction, Crazy, Crazy Nights, Dreams, Drink, Dysfunction, Family, Fights, Glory, Guitar, Happy Christmas, Hazy, Holiday Lights, Holidays, Improvised Verse, Jesus, Kissed, Love, Missed, Open Invitation, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Romance, Sealed, Small Talk, Smile, Stars, Story, Strings, Strum, Superstar, Together, While, Window, Wounded Keys
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The Quiet Colors
The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandoned, Above Water, Aks, Bluff, Broken, Broken Cross, Call, Close, Confuse, Cross, Crucified, Damaged Control, Dead, Deep, Done, Drown, Father, Feel, From the Inside, Going On, Hang, Head, Hide, History, Inside, Job, Killing Me, Lonely, Look Into My Eyes, Mercy, Midnight Hour, Misery, No Longer Know Me, No Right To Complain, Nobody's Son, Nowhere to Hide, Overwhelm, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Pull, Pulled, Quiet Colors, Reach, Realize, Reminded, Rot, Satan, See, Soul, Sould, Stand, Strings, Strong Enough, Teeth, The Lord, Too Much, Tortured, Wrong
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First Principles: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise the Lord!
“Hallelujah! Praise God in His sanctuary. Praise Him in His mighty heavens. Praise Him for His mighty acts; Praise Him for His excellent greatness. Praise Him with the sound of the horn; Praise Him with the harp and lyre. Praise … Continue reading
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Tagged Acts, Cymbals, Dance, Everything That Has Breath, First Principles, Flute, Greatness, Hallelujah, Harp, Heavens, Horn, Lord, Lyre, Praise God, Psalm 150, Sanctuary, Sound, Strings, Tambourine
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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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Tagged Belongs, Blues, Blues Heaven, Chill, Circles, Crossroads, Crowd, Cry and Play, Curved, Day, Dig In Deep, Drawn, Etch, Every Day, Fall, Feeling, Find, Fogot, Found, Gone, Groove, Guitar, I-IV-VII, Incendiary, Living Life, Lost Mind, Loud, Memory, Mind, Moment, Night, Note, One Too Many, Play, Poetry and Poems, Question, Real Matter, Right, Room, Say, Sing, Sliding Tones, Slow Roll, Song, Soul, Sting, Strings, Tomorrow, Troubles, Tumbling Dice
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De Bussy Opening
In a review of what brought about the changes of 20th Century art music, leads to at least one conclusion. It was Beethoven and then De Bussy to blame…. 😉 De Bussy Opening by Michael Doyle Music like all of … Continue reading
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Tagged 20th Century, Action, Art, Art & Music, Articulation, Aural, Balance, Beethoven, Catalyst, Claude De Bussey, Compose, Composition, Concession, Culture, Cyclical, De Bussey, Delicacy, Depth, Development, Different, Ebb, Enlightenment, Explosive, Familiar, Flow, Fluidity, Form, Forward, Frame, Frames, French, Generation, Gentle, Ground Zero, Heed, Hero, Imagination, Implosive, Importance, Infuence, Instrumentality, Intimate, Kept, Life, Linear, Lush, Melodic, Modernism, Motif, Music, Musical, Needed, New Game, Nurture, Open, Perspective, Photograph, Phrase, Pierre Boulez, Poem, Poetry, Prelude To A Fawn, Profound, Progression, Romance, Rules, Sake, Sake of Sound, Self Confession, Self-Satisfaction, Simple, Sound, Strife, Strings, Symbolism, Syntax, Tickle, Tonal Color, Tonality, Touch, Transparency, Understood, Winds
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Sweater Weather Dues
Originally meant for December 20th, National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day! Sweater Weather Dues by Michael Romani Tell me now Was it just a trick of the light That led me somehow To see things differently that night They tell me … Continue reading
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Tagged Anticiption, Better, Celebration, Convention, Cross, Destiny, Dream, Dues, Eyes, Fit, Gone, Guitar, Happiness, Holiday, Joy, Judgment, Knit, Melody, Menaing, Mood, National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day 2019, Neck, Nervous Wreck, Night, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Rudolph, See, Smile, Soul, Strings, Surprise, Sweater, Tacky, Touch, Tradtiion, Trick of the Light, Weather
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Tis the Season of Holiday Lights
Today is not only the first day of Advent but is also the National Day of Christmas Lights. National Christmas Lights Day It is with this in mind that I offer the following poem: Tis The Season of Holiday Lights … Continue reading
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Tagged Advent, Ages, Angel, Beauty, Belong, Better Days, Bright, Bundle, Candle, Children, Chill, Christmas, December, Enchant, Excited Eyes, Eyes, Filigree, Frost, Gems, Glee, Glow, Heart, Holiday, Ice, Joy, Light, Lights, Magic, National Day of Christmas Lights, Night, Ninety-Three, One, Open, Photograph, Please, Poem, Poettry, Season, Skies, Song, Strings, Sugar Plumb, Synchronize, Warm, Wings, Winter, Wish
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Into the Night
The first kill is the hardest. It brings tears. With each kill, it gets easier. Until one day, all innocence is gone and all that’s left is not a soul but a gaping wound of sheerest evil… Into the Night … Continue reading
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Tagged Charms, Chill, Compulsive, Creature, Death, Deck of Cards, Demand, Devil's Price, Evil, Frown, Halloween, Kill, Murder, Night, Passion, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Screams, Silence, Silly Boys, Smile, Soul, Strings, Taste, Tear, Thrill, Will, Wound
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Twilight of the Gods
Twilight of the Gods by Michael Romani Lately, it’s seemed a little perverse How many goodbyes, I’ve said in verse As baby boomers meet the end of trajectory And the twilight of the gods becomes history I’m sure this … Continue reading
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Tagged Baby Boomers, Classic Rock, Complacency, Deep Purple, Disposable Pop, Electric Boots, Electric Youth, Elevator Music, Gods, Goodbyes, Heart Shaped Box, History, Legacy, Life, Malcontents, Marshall Stacks, Mortality, Mourn, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Rebels, Rocked the Nation, Strings, Time and Sentiment, Twlight of the Gods, Walls of Sound
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