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Looking Down on Cruise Ships

Audio Recordings, Travel / tagged Classic Literature, Crowds, Mediterranean, Odyssey, Spain / July 2, 2025 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Wide-windowed morning view
from the seventeenth floor of the W
moored on a peninsula off Barcelona

Below and to the right cruise ships five
each disgorging fifty times the number that peopled the prairie town of my youth
(and that sometimes seemed too many)

Ahead and to the east as far as eye can see
stretches Homer's wine-dark sea
where still sails the Argo and on deck - me

Elbow Room Rap

Audio Recordings, Environment, Poems about Poetry, Travel / tagged Anxiety, City Life, Claustrophobia, Congestion, Crowds / April 17, 2024 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Poems know
where they come from

My poems grew up
in the wide open spaces
soft rolling hills and prairie lakes

You can lay a word down here
in places
that no one would step on
in ten years

My poems mostly come on gentle
and soft and safe like that

But - when my poems
come to the big cities
and the buildings start leanin in
on them (and now fallin in)
and the air gets thick
with cars and people
my poems,
I say my poems, start to panic

They start to talk
in short / hard / words
they flail around in all directions
they want to be rap poems
they want to be jackhammers
they want to be machine guns
they want to be big horns

They want to
aim their decibels
at all those Jericho walls
and they want them down
they want them down
right now

THEY SAY
Gimme some space
get outta my face

THEY SAY
gimme some space
get outta my face

THEY SAY
I need my place
gotta have someplace
I need my space
gotta have some space

THEY SAY
You can’t see me
gotta turn it up

THEY SAY
you can’t hear me
gotta turn it up

MY POEMS SAY

HELP!

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Snake City

Audio Recordings / tagged Congestion, Crowds, Urban Life / April 16, 2024 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The city is a snake
cold blooded as a cobra

Bloated as a boa constrictor
with all the milling mammals
digesting in a cow-shaped blump

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Christie flaman on Light Shining on CopperJuly 12, 2025
Thank you for reading me my favorite poem of all time ,anywhere. Nothing describes the loss of someone you love…
Nancy Fierstien on Hard to Get War Poems to RhymeJune 3, 2025
Thanks for sharing this one, my friend. It packs a good punch, line after line. I'll be glad to give…
Christie flaman on Going ProMay 17, 2025
Old cowboy saying: Never a horse that couldn’t be rode, never a cowboy that couldn’t be thrown Thank you for…
Ken Christopher on Going ProMay 16, 2025
That’s pretty funny, and fun to read
Nancy Fierstien on Spring Came InMay 12, 2025
You've certainly captured these crazy times with finesse and grace, my Friend!

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