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Whispory

Personal Growth, Relationships / tagged History, Whispers / June 22, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The wallpaper old and the pattern most holding up walls that would surely fall if anyone heard what was almost said

L’oeuf

Relationships / June 19, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Love in Tennis
Sometimes
It was sunny side up

More often
it was scrambled

But it was never
going to be
over easy

Father’s Poem

Audio Recordings, Relationships / June 16, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

My father’s poems
did not come down to us on paper

He was eight years old when his mother died
his youngest brother not yet three

They say he adopted the care
of the sweet sad child
and told him a story each night

Night after night after night
new stories he made up each night

And he would gather him up in the story
and hold him there
until he slept

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Hermits Notwithstanding

Relationships / June 6, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Hermits notwithstanding
we are linkage craving critters

No matter how burned our tentacle tips
we cool them a while and reach out again

for people like you to balm ease the pain

Fishing with Father

Relationships / May 28, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Fishing with father
you may catch his attention
deepest fish in lake

Reed Between the Lions

Audio Recordings, Relationships / May 27, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

My mother’s will was always
stronger than my won’t

My father’s won’t was always
stronger than my will

Caretaker soft or Cowboy strong

How quick I learned to change my face
to face the faces that I faced

I can still spin that mirror now so you
can see the face you want to see

But neither you nor I will know
which one is me

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Rekindled

Audio Recordings, Relationships / May 25, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Babies
bright smiles
that warmed and seared your heart

Long banked
in photo album embers

One
grandchild’s grin
and you’re ablaze again

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Pulling Pipe

Cattle, Poems about Poetry, Ranch Life, Relationships / May 14, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Trouble down the well

and me, my dad, and my brothers
are Texas roughnecks

pulling spinning and stacking pipe
pipe and rod and “Careful dammit!
If you drop that rod the well is shot”

We’re Red Adair, fighting a fire
we’re wet and muddy and cold and mad
and we’ve got to get it done by dark

The gold down there’s not black but red
an iron rich sea hiding away
from the pulling power of the prairie sun

Looking back fifty years from a poet’s perch

I pull, spin and stack
metaphor and meaning

Back then it was just men
doing what they had to do

and white-faced cattle waiting

Sunday Afternoon

Audio Recordings, Relationships, Travel / tagged Connection / April 28, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

It was a Sunday afternoon
about a year ago today
I couldn’t sit, I couldn’t stand
I just knew I couldn’t stay
So I took off for Toronto
fifteen hundred miles away

Two days of boring meetings
couldn’t stand to have one more
didn’t know where I needed to be
but it wasn’t here I knew for sure
So I grabbed a train to Windsor
and Detroit which lies next door

Outside spring was springing
and calling more and more
and I’d get to see some country
that I’d never seen before

Oh, the sheep were soft upon the land
and there was magic in the day
as I sipped my rum and cola
and rhymed couplets all the way

Checked in on Wednesday
wondering what to do
maybe I could try to call
a good old friend or two
There was a man I’d met in Banff

just three weeks before
a man of love and wisdom
that I’d like to see once more
And a lady of my poems
that I’d seen just twice before
thirty minutes in an airport
and two hours on the shore

He was busy in a meeting
she answered on first try
she had booked off work
without knowing why

And when I told her
that I was in her town
she said “I’ve got a story
and I’ll be right down”

It seems that her grand dad
who had raised her as a child
had died not long ago
and the grief had drove her wild

The family all were fighting
for the pennies on his eyes
and there was no one there
to hear her heartfelt cries

So she ran from that hospital
not knowing what to do
and stood on the highest hill
alone is a sky of blue
And loudly called my name
“Please come, please, I need you”

When I asked had she made this cry
and had I come real soon
“Oh it wasn’t very long ago
just Sunday afternoon”

April 4 a.m.

Farm, Ranch Life, Relationships / April 27, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Spring rain
on my father’s grave
The urge to get up
and into the fields again

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