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Bluesman On the Corner – Drew Martin Writes
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I write. I create. It's that simple, yet so much more complex. Poetry, fiction, non-fiction, reviews. Bluesman On the Corner. Posted by Drew Martin. June 17, 2015. April 30, 2016. Got an old, dusty 6-string. Walkin’ down the line. Whenever I break a string. I replace it with fishin’ twine. No one wants to pay. To hear my fractured rhyme. Might be livin’ low on life. But I ain’t doin’ time. Find me sittin’ on the corner. By the ol’ hotel. Watchin’ all the people pass. Hear the stories they have to tell.
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Yo, car! Wazzup! | Holdover Hippie
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I was comfortable in the 60s so I just decided to stay. Why I’m Here? Lemons to Lemonade (and other skills I haven’t mastered) – For my dream reader →. January 7, 2015. My car talks to me. Really. I’m not talking about the Navigation Bitch in my dashboard who refuses to let me find my own shortcuts (or more cosmically speaking – my own path). NB: As soon as possible make a legal U-turn. Me: Yeah, right! NB repeats: As soon as possible make a legal U-turn. The text message that he had just sent me was on ...
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Holdover Hippie
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I was comfortable in the 60s so I just decided to stay. May 23, 2015. I bought a Jawbone – the little one that I can hook on a pocket or (more likely) on my bra – you know… the cheap one. And why did I buy said device? The way I figure it, no matter how discouraging it may be to actually quantify my current physical…. um… shape? 8230; I can’t get better until I know where I am. Well, I guess I can get better, but how the hell will I know? That’s why I bought the Jawbone! Not happening, Bucko! So… I...
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Lemons to Lemonade (and other skills I haven’t mastered) – For my dream reader | Holdover Hippie
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I was comfortable in the 60s so I just decided to stay. Project: Helping Hand →. Lemons to Lemonade (and other skills I haven’t mastered) – For my dream reader. January 18, 2015. The task for today is to write to your dream reader. Not easy! I was going to choose God because He knows exactly who I am and loves me anyway. BUT… He’s already fully aware (and often discouraged) by what’s in my head so I’ll cut him a break on this one. SO… who’s the (un)lucky target? My grandmother drew the short straw! When ...
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About | Holdover Hippie
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I was comfortable in the 60s so I just decided to stay. What the hell is a holdover hippie? I’m jane… and what I refer to as a holdover hippie. I am, as John Denver once wrote – “older than the sky”. I loved the barefoot freedom of the 60’s, Bob Dylan, music with a message, the sound of guitars, encouragement of self-expression. I’ve never been very good at coloring or living inside the lines (although I sure have tried). I’m in love with life, my family, music, song lyrics, books, Santa Claus, med...
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At loss for words in summer. | The inquisitive hen.
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Poetry, prose and whatever you're having yourself. At loss for words in summer. Asymp; 8 Comments. A while ago i wrote of how. I was filled with words. But something has happened since then. It’s my heart that’s full. My brain has emptied). I no longer want to speak. Since summer has arrived. Instead I want to leave those jumbled words behind. Haphazardly in soft purple ditches. Where rushes whisper by lonely lakes and white bog cotton shyly dips. Her wispy head among rows of darkened turf. Matilda Maric...
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Something new. – EYEframed
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What have you framed. June 28, 2015. August 29, 2015. Some people say don’t judge me. I say tell me. This is me wondering why I see things as I do, why, and why do you think I see it this way. Ireland2day.according to my lens. Family man, Irish man, guitar man, lover of nature, science, football, photography and interesting things! View all posts by ireland2day.according to my lens. 2 thoughts on “Something new.”. Ireland2day.according to my lens. June 29, 2015 at 8:44 am. Thanks for checking it out!
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stephpep56 | The inquisitive hen.
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Poetry, prose and whatever you're having yourself. Keeping my eyes on their toes. Asymp; 2 Comments. I have a favorite walk not far from where I live that never disappoints.The sand track, running parallel to the beach, appears mundane initially but on closer inspection, throws up such treasures that it keeps me ‘on my toes’ or rather keeps my eyes on their toes (If such a thing is possible.). Everything on my morning walk. Ask the skeleton of the wild carrot. Why it stops me in my tracks,. Now wicklow i...
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On Judging. | The inquisitive hen.
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Poetry, prose and whatever you're having yourself. Asymp; Leave a comment. I can be hard on myself and judgemental too. Berating myself when I fall down on my writing or painting. The last year has been one of the busiest I remember (I count my year from spring to spring) It has been filled to the brim. I wonder how it went so fast and I ponder over what I achieved. Then it occurs to me, how silly! As the tide doesn’t measure. Or judge the grains of sand it covers. I look back over the year. A nordic jou...
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On Words | The inquisitive hen.
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Poetry, prose and whatever you're having yourself. Asymp; Leave a comment. I occurred to me this morning. It is lucky I love words. I am filled to the brim with them. Even as I wake they are up before me. At night I go to sleep before them). And as quickly as I spit them out. I fill up with more. So I have two blogs on the go. I plaster words on paper, type them on my laptop. And still they come. I would have thought I’d have run out by now. Maybe I should meditate instead. Larr; Previous post. After all...