April 2019 – Neil Meili

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Tony Campisi

Audio Recordings / tagged Austin, jazz month, Music, Saxophone / April 30, 2019 / 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

Traveling Under Cautions Against

Travel / tagged Faith / April 29, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Crowded places where people with grievances real or scriptures make their point with bombs and such draw circles of safety if you must and trust the angels that you trust death may not be the foe we've feared but injury hurts, and the deaths of others

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

Robins Haiku

Haiku, Nature / tagged Birds, Poetry Month, Spring / April 26, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The Canadian League of Poets is promoting #PoemInYourPocketDay. Hope this little one brightens your day.

The robins are back
red of breast and blue of egg
spring in every step

Alberta Air

Audio Recordings, Nature, Ranch Life / April 24, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

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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

The Old Blue Planet / Blue Roan

Audio Recordings, Cowboy Poetry, Environment / April 22, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Happy Earth Day

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Resurrection

Personal Growth, String Too Short To Save / tagged Easter, Hope / April 21, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

step one remove the stone

Jerusalem and Other Travels

Audio Recordings, Travel / April 20, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

I wake in the night
in a prison of my making
rattling the bars of might have been
and should and should not have done

Unable to escape I pace and I wait

For Buddha to melt the illusion

Or for Jesus to open the door
with sweet forgiveness

Or God to at least send along
a minor prophet with
a file in a cake

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