BONDING
PATTERNS
(Voice Dialogue)
Although
it may
not be apparent to you
the
non apparent
parent in you
is
more than
apparent to me
Although
to be
perfectly fair
it's
not likely
I'll mess with a hair
as
long as you're
taking good care
But
when it gets
too big for its thighs
when
it starts to
guilt and to criticize
Something
will
change in a blink of our eyes
and
it'll be
fighting with something its size
Even
though it may
not be apparent to me
I'm
gonna go
running to the parent in me
If I
tell my Dad
he'll have something to say
and
if I
tell my Mom
there'll be hell to pay
Imago Love
And
there shall come forth
a new way to love
And the turtle
shall lie down with the lion
And the claw
shall be in the closet
and the shell upon the shelf
And the wound
of the child will lead them
home to the promised land
Neil Meili 2003
When the Storms Came
When
the storms
came
and
I started them
I hid
When
the storms
came
and
you started
them I ran
When
the storms
came
and
the world
started them
I
ran to you and
hid
A. Neil
Meili 2002
Becoming
only one rule applies
Nothing hard may be taken
Nothing hard may be taken
For she must first become liquid
and only then light
Nothing hard may be taken
By Neil Meili 2002
Big Boys
The
deep sadness
The
red anger
place
The
hang on tight
we
may
end up in the
next county passion
All
hidden behind
the great wall of control
That
terrible land
where I locked
The
little boy who
could cry
And
if I open the
door to one of these
Will
they come
bursting out
And
with what
years
of built up force behind them
I
know big boys
don’t cry
I
don’t remember
why
Would
they die?
by Neil Meili
Sometimes
I'm
strong enough
to
fight the other
man and win
Sometimes
I'm
strong enough
to
keep all my
feelings in
Sometimes
I'm
strong enough
that
I don't get
to play
Sometimes
I'm
strong enough
to
push your love
away
Sometimes,
yes
sometimes, I think
I'm
only as weak
as my strongest link
by Neil Meili
Narcissus
stared
into the water till he died
Locked
into the
image of his pride
Trying
to embrace
it made it fly
Teardrops
spoil it
if he’d cry
No
thirst would
make him think
To
soil it with
his lips to drink
Self
love was not
the nymph’s dire curse
But
love of image
which is much much worse.
by Neil Meili
(poem for neil)
Aircraft
pilot,cowboy poet
Realtor,performance poet
Healer,haiku poet
Canadian/Texan poet
Bi-cultural biped poet
Laughing ,joyfilled happy poet.
Another cycle round the sun-
another lifetime in one lifeline!
May it be longer than your poems
Always with a twist
in the last
line.
THOM the World Poet ~ April 25,2003