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Friday, August 28, 2020

If I could tell you.. W.H Auden

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.


Monday, August 24, 2020

On Winds of Sleep

On winds of sleep, in pillow ships,
I sail outside the mind,
in waters lost to those awake,
impossible to find.

I ply the boundless sea of dreams
with canvas tightly sewn.
Beyond the realm of consciousness
I navigate alone--

to harbor on the leeward side
of enigmatic thought,
where magic lives to show me things
reality forgot.


~Dean Neighbors~




Sunday, August 23, 2020

The Udder Truth

 "A cow is of the bovine ilk;

one end moo the other milk." ~ Ogden Nash ~

Born to give us cheese and butter,
usefulness that’s keen and utter,
milking cows is such a treat…
takes a sit and grabs a teat,
aim the stream and hit the bucket,
skim the cream. With any luck it
pleased you when I made that rhyme.
I’d rather do this anytime
than milk a cow as in my youth.
They smell, and that’s the udder truth