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Alden Nowlan’s Beard

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry / December 13, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The beard of Alden Nowlan
is a Maritimes beard

A Nova Scotia beard
and a New Brunswick Beard

A beard wind-thinned
and pain gurled

With a beard like that
best not sleep on the rocky ground

Well before morn it would grow into
what it grew out of

Oh to Neruda

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry, Relationships / tagged Chile, Love, Patriotism, sensuality / December 12, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Oh Pablo you rise up
from a land, long as a woman's back

And you have loved your land
as you would love a woman
and you have loved women as you loved
your land

Every rock and shoal of their coastlines
every mood of their tides

You have caressed them
with your mind and your heart
and your hands

And you have received the treasures
that must always rise up
from their endless depths
to meet such a touch

Missing Leonard

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry / tagged Grief / December 11, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Leonard Cohen is gone
He doesn't call, he doesn't write

So huddle with me now
fellow worshipers and weepers

Huddle with me now
round the poem and the song
and listen for the breadcrumbs
and the hint of old perfume

that speak of other ways to God
that through the holes
in Jesus and the goddess

For Irving Layton

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry / tagged Art & Artists, Creativity, Expression, Identity, Music / December 10, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

For Irving Layton and his rhythmic authority

Canada is a country now
said Tom Thomson and The Group of Seven
and we don't have to paint like England

Layton's poetry says the same
although with fewer rocks and trees
and been known to swear at times
as part of the morning wake up call

Leonard Cohen learned at his knee
and we now can sing our Hallelujah

The Elephant Room Remembers

Audio Recordings / tagged Jazz, Music / December 9, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Jazz is a rumble of river rocks
rolling their neighbors smooth

Layer upon
layer of music and smoke
filling porous limestone pores
built Austin icon night by night

Scrape some off with a swizzle stick
and use it in that tequila martini

Call me
in the morning tell me about your dreams

Tony Campisi Plays Jazz at The Elephant Room

Audio Recordings / tagged Emotion, Music / December 8, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Tony Campisi plays Jazz
on an old tenor sax
notes you can't play on a new

Brass as rich as stone walls
in an old world church
soaked in a thousand years
of Latin mass

Tony Campisi plays Jazz
and somebody's cryin, somebody's dyin,
somebody's fallin in love - right now

Grace in Austin

Audio Recordings, Travel / tagged Africa, Elegance, Poise / December 7, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Young slim and beautiful
she crosses 6th street
where no crosswalk is
into a darkened doorway

No one moves like that
who has not in her life or genes
carried a basket across the savannah
filled with eggs without a crack
or water without a wave

Saturday Night in Austin

Audio Recordings, Travel / tagged Fun, Happiness, Joy, Music, Willie Nelson / December 6, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

There's something about country music
that gets you feeling two inches taller
and all the gals are prettier up there too

I don't think it's just the boots
or Lone Star on tap at the Broken Spoke
that's got everybody in the place
feeling like they got there on Willie's bus

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Grocery Shopping in Austin

Audio Recordings, Haiku / tagged Joy, Music, Texas / December 5, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

It's Saturday night
and Central Market music
Austin still Austin

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Don’t Slam The …

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Home / December 4, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

A screen door hangs
between screened porch
and indoors in our Austin home

As such it is of little use
in keeping flying pests at bay

but the creaky creak it squeaks
brings back summers on the farm
and woe be to he who does it harm

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pat psooy on Saturday Night in AustinDecember 6, 2025
Kinda like that better than the shining lights of Vegas
Pamela on Grocery Shopping in AustinDecember 5, 2025
Hi Neil! And Neil is still Neil! Hoping to see you and Dorsey in the new year. My poems have…
Nancy Fierstien on Don’t Judge A House By Its CoverDecember 3, 2025
Another terse verse way to capture the way I feel about living under a blue tin roof for almost 30…
Iudita Harlan on Longing for FamilyNovember 26, 2025
Neil Lovely poem. Sending love to you and Darcy. Iudita
Nancy Fierstien on Eyes of FriendsNovember 6, 2025
Lovin' this one, line after line!

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