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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

September Rain


Well










I’m crazy for other reasons
but I so love a storm
from here inside my comfort zone
with coffee, safe and warm.

And I believe in kiss for kiss
instead of tit for tat,
that dreams are love’s reality,
can you imagine that?

That words are tools of verity;
that verse extends our scope,
the heart’s a harbor built for love,
the soul, a well of hope.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Ashes to Ashes


Let’s trace our paths back near conception
more precisely, a moment before.
At the start we’re the clay of perfection
to be shaped as we transit life’s door.

God will shape us as homo erectus
but our minds are left blank as a stare.
Apparently, God must expect us
to learn from the world while we’re there,

We begin by distinguishing classes
gaining clues from the creatures most near.
Those who feed us and powder our asses
and the “others”, whose worth is unclear.

Soon, we’ll ponder our ultimate purpose
but, for now, we’re content with our role
until cousins or siblings usurp us,
we rule all our world, on the whole.

Life’s reality tends, then, to shock us
when the self-serving rivals appear
first to poke us, to prod and then mock us
with clandestine kicks to our rear.

If we live through the toddler phases
we, with school’s paradoxes, make war.
We conform, don façades of teen crazes
then we graduate, lost, as before.

Come careers and a marriage and babies,
a child to distort all our own.
Though our mind is of questions and maybes
our disguises are settled in stone.

It’s the clueless now leading the clueless
a parade that is endlessly long.
“Dear, don’t look at the homeless and shoe less,
learn to do as I do to get on.”

We all choose our refuge, our haven,
a bias, religion or chore.
and then, sure as Edgar Poe’s Raven,
we begin to hatch versions of yore.

“If only my parents had taught me
better habits and sticking to goals,
but they loved siblings more and forgot me
thus my life full of questions and holes.”

“More to blame are my teachers and bosses
my government, husband (or wife)
but for them I’d not be counting losses
I’d be warm and content with my life.”

Ah, at last, comes the moment for leaving
and we give up our life with a sigh,
as the relatives count the ones grieving
and your money while faking a cry.

Thus our universe spins to the minute,
once again the primordial ball,,
with a bang, spills the contents within it
and “She” starts reconstructing it all.

Yes, a capital “She”, I must tell you
that the news about God is quite large.
Just before your departure for hell you
should know that Pandora’s in charge.












































Monday, July 23, 2018

Wander

My mind will often wander
to how my life was spent
from birth... from morn to evening,
to how I came and went

Then, for a breath, I wonder
before my time is gone
how much was pre-determined…
how much was mine alone?

Unconsciously I measure
my journeys starts and ends
the steps that I have taken
the distance from my friends.


~Dean Neighbors







vital is my journey
each weary measure ends
with steps I might have taken
and distance from my friends.


Unconsciously I measure
my journeys starts and ends
with steps that I have taken
and distance from my friends.



Relentlessly I journey
as It weighs upon my mind
that my wisdom is before me
while my youth is left behind.

Catch the wind...Donovan

Catch the Wind
In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty
I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind
To feel you all around me
And to take your hand
Along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
When sundown pales the sky
I want to hide a while
Behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find
For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing
T'would make me sing
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Diddy di dee dee diddy diddy
Diddy diddy diddy dee dee dee
When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind
For standin' in your heart
Is where I want to be
And long to be
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind
Songwriters: Donovan Leitch
Catch the Wind lyrics © Peermusic Publish

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Ooze and OZ




Of good we need so little sign
accepting what we’re told.
With ease do “evil” we assign.
to ugly girls and bold.
Though “wicked” was but part her name,
'twas from the west she flew.
And Glinda wrongly placed the blame,
for, surely, Glinda knew
no Kansas girl of innocence”
of “pure and simple thought”
would flee beyond the munchkin fence
with shoes she hadn’t bought.
Oh evil is as evil does
and wicked’s often seen
in those depicted less than good
upon the silver screen.
Twas Dorothy, of foreign birth,
who flattened Wicked’s kin
and, proving strong beyond her girth,
skipped off to kill again.
With water, have you heard the news,
she sealed our Wicked’s doom
and, not content with stealing shoes,
escaped with Wicked’s broom.


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The farmer’s daughter turned to bad;
this theme I’ll oft repeat.
There’s proof, abundant, to be had;
It’s there, upon her feet.
The Munchkin cops were fat and lax;
they toddled, swift, away.
Ignoring, clear, house dropping, facts--
they let her get away.


"...and her little dog too".



~ © 2004 By: W.D.Neighbors ~

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Summer Morn

The future lies unwritten on
the blankest, blankest page.
I’m born today and, safe to say,
on track to boundless age.

At anchor in a harbor on
the leeward side of time,
engaged in making love to verse,
in making beauty rhyme--

my heart has placed before my eyes
what Gods of hope have borne,
a well of sweet serenity--
and love like summer morn.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Once upon an Island

For my daughter......


A traveler in time...
and a dabbler in rhyme
encountered one another
on the shore.

When the dabbler, in awe,
touched the traveler he saw...
he was, helplessly, in love
forevermore..


Said the tinkerer in lore

to the child he did  adore,

“you're the sweet and lovely

apple of my eye."



A traveler in time...
and a dabbler in rhyme
encountered one another

on an Isle.

When the dabbler, in awe,
touched the traveler he saw,
he fell, helplessly, in love
forevermore..

And this tale was meant to be
for the little one, you see,
was the sweet and lovely
apple of his eye.

Um…...IS the sweet and lovely
apple of his eye.

Happy birthday, Angel…. (aaaaaand the card came true)





This requires some explanation. My daughter, Angela, was born on the island of Guam while I was stationed there with the US Navy. Guam is on the east side of the international date. Angie was born Jul 3rd......but it was still July 2nd in the US....... since she celebrates it (from her home in iowa) on Jul 3rd......I tease her that her birthday has actually already passed...since it's July 4th at the place of her birth.... so she is theTime traveler...get it??? Well, I guess you had to be there.  I, of course, am the dabbler in mediocre Rhyme. Oh....and in her birthday card I promised her a poem.

~Dean Neighbors ~ Jul 3, 2018