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Rule Britannica

Nostalgia, Remembering / July 23, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Mostly musty now
Google-buried deep in library stacks
and garage sale ‘take it for a dollar’ boxes

Generations denied the pleasure
of sitting with a volume
rich and heavy to the hand

And knowing you could know
everything there was to know
about whatever started with an M
through whatever started with an O

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Small Town Grief

Remembering / tagged Death, Media Overload, Small Town / July 17, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

When a boy in our school died
from a word we could say but not spell
it was the only death to count

There was no tv to diminish by compare
and spread our grief so thin
it would not cover him

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Diary

Remembering / tagged Secrets / June 27, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

If I’d had a diary
I could have called it Dear

\And told it all the stories
that no-one cared to hear

April in Austin

Audio Recordings, Environment, Haiku, Nature, Nostalgia, Remembering / tagged Laurel / April 23, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

After the rain
mountain laurel become
lilacs of childhood

War Wounds

Personal Growth, Remembering / February 2, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Seven Years

Audio Recordings, Relationships, Remembering / January 30, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Lovers and true friends
are mirrors where we see
the better parts of you and me

Death
the mirror breaker
these reflections interrupt

And many there are who choose
to follow the sparkling shards
before the seven years is up

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Holocaust in the New Millennium

Remembering / tagged Concentration Camp, War / January 27, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

This is the age of the coming of age
of the children

The children
of those who fed the fires
and of those who fed the flames

And we
who are the children of neither
are the children of both

And this may be the last time
this can be healed in time

Or are we to have a new calendar
so much like the old
where 2000 pages are torn off
and the pinup remains the same

Already 60 years A.D. (Anno Dachau)
still counting still counting still counting

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