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Humbucker Poems: October 2014
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Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk. Tuesday, October 28, 2014. Wishing she was here. On this bench seat. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Humbucker Poems: dealing with demons
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Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk. Saturday, June 20, 2015. Dreaming of lacing one. Right off his mocking face. My Algonquin elder friend. Said: "that is an energy, a dark energy,. That you don't want to mess with.". My Muslim friends say: "ignore that jinn. Don't whisper its name". My Pastor says: "pray". Pick up my rake. June 20, 2015 at 10:49 AM. I know, kiddo. The mocking face is what gets me. No remorse. No awareness. Enjoying the spotlight. Sick. June 21, 2015 at 8:34 AM. The panoramic advice ...
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Humbucker Poems: May 2015
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Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk. Saturday, May 30, 2015. B string is slipping. Too many high end bends. Tune it up tight. Strum out those familiar chords. Capo down to reach those notes. But the song is empty. Friday, May 29, 2015. Into that sweet part. Tweak the speakers up. Pull out my guitar. Foot stomps the floor. Imagining a ragged bass. Or Tom's old plank. Singing voice soaring out. Over the dinner dishes. These are some of the key songs for reference:. I'm pretty addicted to Shovels and Rope.
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Humbucker Poems: January 2015
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Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk. Friday, January 30, 2015. 155 songs to go. On through the night. Thursday, January 29, 2015. With one eye closed. Then hot steady flame. Burn away the dust. Wednesday, January 28, 2015. In a slow, sputtering. Layers the winter robes. Saturday, January 24, 2015. The high snow line. Over the rock ledge. And dead spot hums. The strong FM signal. Wednesday, January 21, 2015. Toques, tonsures, and truckers hats. For traditional trucker hat. Old monk robes falling.
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Humbucker Poems: April 2015
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Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk. Thursday, April 30, 2015. From old monk bones. Monday, April 27, 2015. Last truck backs in. Past full back alley. Saturday, April 25, 2015. Bar stool beer pitcher. Song titles yelled out. As the last tune ends. Singer leans in close. Thursday, April 23, 2015. Temple dog in spring. To a full run. Down to the pond. Monday, April 20, 2015. Ode to lost poems. In my midnight mind. Thursday, April 2, 2015. Ringing the first bell. As rigs roll out. Over frozen leaf piles.
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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 5/1/13 - 6/1/13
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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Saturday, May 11, 2013. I'm not just some. You can fit into. I won't just work. You put me in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). St Albert, Alberta, Canada. View my complete profile. The Ogre's Poetry Den.
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Humbucker Poems: b string lament
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Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk. Saturday, May 30, 2015. B string is slipping. Too many high end bends. Tune it up tight. Strum out those familiar chords. Capo down to reach those notes. But the song is empty. May 31, 2015 at 7:23 AM. The last lines reveal the truth, without emotions nothing matters. May 31, 2015 at 7:27 AM. Maybe thats why the guitar is broken.a song needs a you to be played to. May 31, 2015 at 7:52 AM. May 31, 2015 at 7:53 AM. May 31, 2015 at 8:17 AM. May 31, 2015 at 10:24 AM.
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human paradox: September 2014
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For believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters. Saturday, September 13, 2014. Before we are just skeletons. Cottage sun blasts overhead,. A cool wind behind,. I am standing on the riverbed,. Casting out my line,. Maybe get a bite from another cold summer,. Maybe get a bite from a lost love,. Sink down deep to the bottom,. It's trial by fire,. No salvation from above,. The future is blasting overhead,.