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Why the Collectors Aren’t Collecting my Comic Book Collection

Nostalgia / tagged Childhood, Siblings / September 25, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Peanut butter
bacon, candy and mud

Roll em up fold em up
lug them everywhere love

and brothers

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I Shaman

Personal Growth / tagged Healing, Potential / September 23, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Once again I touch
and pull back from my Shaman self
The thinning veil becomes
once again a curtain and a wall

And what if the wall should fall

Could I face the demands
people might place on me for their healing
– the responsibility for my own
Could I resist using powers for personal gain
breaking the balls of traitorous pals
or poking pins in political dolls

Perhaps I will think about this again tomorrow
for as Scarlet says “Tomorrow is another day”

And tomorrow is Tuesday
and tonight is Monday Night Football

Shaman’s Stick

Audio Recordings, Personal Growth / tagged Healing, Spirituality / September 22, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

When dead Shamans spirits
pick a new Shaman to carry the stick
they always start by making them sick

In every tribe in the natural world
they whisper and press the same old trick
you’re gonna be sick till you pick up the stick
you’re gonna be sick till you pick up the stick

Pick up the stick or your relative’s dead
pick up the stick or you stay in your bed
you’re gonna be sick till you pick up the stick
you’re gonna be sick till you pick up the stick

Life won’t be easy if you pick up the stick
life won’t be easy if you lay down the stick

You can’t teach a dead Shaman any new trick
so most times it pays to just pick up the stick
you’re gonna be sick till you pick up the stick
you heal the sick when you pick up the stick

Sacred Dance

Audio Recordings, Personal Growth, Uncategorized / tagged Africa, Healing / September 21, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The Bushmen of the Kalahari
dance all night in a circle
dance a calf-deep trench in the sand

In a circle around the circle
sit those in need of a healing

And because it is a sacred dance
any dancer at any time may step
out of the dance and do the healing
and then return to the dance again

Knowing without knowing
that everyone is a healer sometimes
everyone needs a healing sometimes

You just keep dancing

Image by kolibri5 from Pixabay

All That Plastic

Environment, Nature / tagged Climate Change, evolution, Pollution / September 20, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

This whole leaving the ocean
experiment seems to be in trouble

If it wasn't for everything
we've done to it since we left
we might consider going back

Windmill Farms

Environment / September 19, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

How many will it take to keep this thing in the air

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Personal Growth / tagged Depression, Joy, Mid-Life Crisis, serendipity / September 18, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Halfway through our life’s journey
I woke to find myself within a dark wood
- Dante Alighieri The Divine Comedy

Heavy of body and soul
things to do and things undone

Head down and plod of foot
the sands of Santa Monica
at the age of Dante in his dive

What’s this beyond the foam
five dolphins parallel in play

I walk, they pace my pace
I turn they turn with my return

Complete the mile to coax a smile
seven layers Dante upside down

Every Poem is a Poem of Hope

Poems about Poetry / September 17, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Your head may be in the oven tomorrow today you are still writing
Hear me Help me
with some belief the bottle will get to shore in time

The Sadness of Arborists

Nature / September 16, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Knowing that
next year
their trees

will be trying
to grow leaves

on phantom limbs

Dedicated to Sophia (Austin live oak) Beautiful, grand, and older than the USA

Bob Mud in Austin

Uncategorized / September 15, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Bob paints in mud Brush tickles the earth she needed a laugh

Mud sculpture by Australian artist Bob Mud adorning Sophia (a beautiful old oak tree in South Austin)

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