Humbucker Poems
Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
Come outside
the Abbess:
"come outside
it is loud
you'll love it."
the monk is confused
...then remembers:
"are the peepers out?"
they are
with loud forest calls
oh this spring chorus
frogs thriving
in perfect woodland ponds
I love it.
Tuesday, April 18, 2023
Power
power
(or one might call it seething evil)
almost killed the tired monk
tipped him from tired to dead
killed his spirit
sent him out on the road (poetically)
working my way back to monk duties
poems and prayers
hopefully peace.
Friday, April 14, 2023
trespassing
trespassing...I guess
beat down path beside the creek
just a bit off the (city sanctioned)
recreational path
crushed domestic beer cans
pile of fortified wine bottles
cold wind over the field
gather up a few scraps and twigs
little daytime hobo fire
warming up the little dell
one perfect cedar brand
to lite my pocket pipe
a quick tug
from a silver flask
fire dies low and slow
kick over some dirt
bag up the party debris
one more whisky sip
and home
Thursday, March 23, 2023
on demons
the demons slipped out
they are out more than in...most days
today they sit huddled together
out on the edge...waiting? just watching I guess.
they look bored, a bit disgusted maybe.
sure they cycle back and poke, look for gaps,
try their old ancient tricks
I can still see them, but it is harder.
eventually they'll break off, and just leave
soon
Friday, March 17, 2023
Soda Bread Poem
Soda bread, scones,
and Guinness stew
Irish kitchen folk songs.
I pour a stout, later a red ale
then sip a Jameson...slow
think on my family
from Clare, Wexford, Antrim,
Wicklow, and Cork.
Blessings, peace and rest to you
this St. Patrick's Day.
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
Mediation from a fellow tired monk.
stop
breathe
acknowledge...
...that you are alive.
That's it.
Monday, January 23, 2023
sleeping monk
when I sleep I'm healthy
striding deep in pine forests
up and over gnarly roots
inspecting forest floor mushrooms
and high branch Ravens
when I wake
I'm sick
with "the cancer"
my very blood is rebelling
Brother John says: "Sleep is God's Medicine".
good remedy for this most tired monk.
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