My Mother's Hands
The photographs were taken by Paul Lynch and Susie Wright.
At ninety three, a photograph of my mothers hands was used to decorate the "2009 The Blue Mountain Food Services calendar" a seniors calendar in... – by Neil McLeod | 103 Views added 6 years ago
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Please... – by Neil McLeod | 6 Views added 9 years ago
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Solar Furnace
(Left to their own devices young boys can be cruel rascals; strings attached to cats tails is an example. The solar furnace kept us amused for... – by Neil McLeod | 6 Views added 9 years ago
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Prosperity and Adversity - for Hiri
In prosperity our friends know us In adversity we know our friends
John Churton... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 9 years ago
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The Growing TreesWhen I was a younger man, I looked out of the windowWell established conifersLevel with a tiled roof Gazing through the glass.As those years come and pass.Crowns stark again the sky.My life is passing... – by Neil McLeod | 7 Views added 9 years ago
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Getting Wings
For A.J. Ramseyer and Evan Garcia at their Eagle Court of Honor
May 3rd 2014, 2pm, Village... – by Neil McLeod | 5 Views added 9 years ago
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Midnight at... – by Neil McLeod | 5 Views added 9 years ago
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From Platform To Smoke
I stand 'tween the rails looking back at the gate
With lips pursed I swallow and choke,
And I thank God that I'm still standing alive
Not going from platform to... – by Neil McLeod | 0 Views added 9 years ago
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That Dinner in Venice
The question that started it rolling,
Was, “If I would care to recall,
A most notable dining experience,
That I could relate to them... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 9 years ago
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Lest We... – by Neil McLeod | 18 Views added 9 years ago
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The Publican's Parrot
A lament for an African Grey
“Never spoil a good tale for the sake of the truth,”
My grandfather often would say,
“For a message is better delivered in style.”
He would add in his West Highland... – by Neil McLeod | 0 Views added 9 years ago
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Somewhere
Somewhere, in that distant blue-belled glade,
Rain-kissed and softened to enrich the sweet earth,
His ashes were scattered.
When last I saw him, thin and frail
We briefly planned to meet again.
He would speak... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 9 years ago
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Tortoise Toe-Jam
A tortoise, as every one knows,
Takes his home with him where ere he goes.
And he's terribly strong and can take you along
But you have to watch out for your... – by Neil McLeod | 5 Views added 9 years ago
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To a Poet - To you who scribe the precious lines preserving time and... – by Neil McLeod | 3 Views added 9 years ago
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Wisdom Teeth... – by Neil McLeod | 3 Views added 10 years ago
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Chimes for the Blue and White
For Oliver my son at... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 10 years ago
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The Dry Fly
To the Tune “There Was A Lad” - by Robert Burns
I'll tell a tale of Jim the fly
He was nae bricht, he was nae wry,
His fate it came as nae surprise
For drinking a the... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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Betrayal
He discovered his wife had two timed him with one of her firm's members after sixteen years of giving everything up for... – by Neil McLeod | 15 Views added 10 years ago
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Googleman an answer for the Moon... – by Neil McLeod | 2 Views added 10 years ago
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SPOON WORLD
Spoons are freaky things,
They turn you upside down
Make you look so strange
Like Cyrano, Pinochio,
Everything's upside... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 10 years ago
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Before Thanksgiving
For David
Look I'm sorry it's been so long
It was before Thanksgiving,
But we've had so much on our minds,
I've had to make a... – by Neil McLeod | 7 Views added 10 years ago
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THE... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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COOL... – by Neil McLeod | 7 Views added 10 years ago
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The Knock On The Door
Notification of death of serviceman to loved ones and next of kin is a painful... – by Neil McLeod | 5 Views added 10 years ago
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Heavenly Tea
My mother, God bless her, who has now passed on, would unconsciously sip tea from which ever cup was closest to... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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Blue sky every day
In sunny Los Angeles,
We are... – by Neil McLeod | 209 Views added 10 years ago
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503 Service Unavailable
No server is available to handle this request.
To 503 I am not amenable
I'm simple sick and tired of being on my best.
I've thought I should be patient
Give other poets a chance
I waited then pressed enter
And did my little... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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Dr Benjamin
Dr. Aurthur M.D. on the door,
You probably missed it before,
Because on the way in
Your sight was so dim,
You could only just make out the... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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His Last Hanukkah
Sam Lippman, a patient for 25 years, died after falling backwards on the first night at age eighty... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 10 years ago
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Haiku for... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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Wajinga
Wajinga, we're mad about Kenya,
The country, the people, the game.
The mossies have bitten us too many times,
We'll none of us be quite the... – by Neil McLeod | 5 Views added 10 years ago
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The Chief's Gift
Mr. Cowan was the banker at Head Office in the City,
Dame Flora was the patron and the Chief,
I was a Guy's student and the fortunate recipient
Of the Alfred Rycroft Traveling... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 10 years ago
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Mango
I know where the mangos grow
Down beside the sea,
Heavy, ripe and sticky skinned,
Hanging on a tree;
Shading out the coastline
Down Mombasa way,
Every time I taste one
In my mind I... – by Neil McLeod | 13 Views added 10 years ago
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Cloves
Set in the Indian Ocean,
Off the African coast, but not far,
There's a fertile oasis surrounded by sea-
The Island of... – by Neil McLeod | 9 Views added 10 years ago
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Col. J. W. Mills 1981 - 2001
A story for my friend Mike Mills about his father a golfer whose children grew up as golf lovers. Like their father, they absolutely loved to play Pebble Beach. Col Mills was a Marine Ace pilot at Guadalcanal. He... – by Neil McLeod | 3 Views added 11 years ago
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Losing My Wheels
Ernest William Johnson - at 93, asked his son if he was coming home for Christmas. He used an expression to convey how his body was beginning to fail, he said "the wheels are falling off Son". Well my friend, Alan Johnson told me... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 11 years ago
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Waiting For Geppetto
Geppetto the carpenter, Pinocchio's famed father- For Francoise whose daughter Maelise dances ballet with our daughter Maran, and whose sad chair went to Doctor McLeod's... – by Neil McLeod | 4 Views added 11 years ago
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Sitting amongst a group of people on a Saturday night
and contemplating a festive mood across the sea in a
tropical land.
The din of people talking
and f*g smoke in my... – by Neil McLeod | 2 Views added 11 years ago
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The first prayer for Our Lady of Seven Sorrows, in the oratory at Seven Hills Ranch, was offered up on November 26th 2011 and took the form of two hymns in plainchant, the Ave Maria, and the Salve Regina. The builders and ranch masters halted as... – by Neil McLeod | 2 Views added 11 years ago
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To Beelzebub and his chums
Go all those who wont floss, the bums,
Now they're wailing and weeping
And flaying and leaping
And gnashing away on their... – by Neil McLeod | 0 Views added 11 years ago
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Take me down to the water again
I long to walk on the sand.
Walk me down to the water's edge,
Come dear, give me your hand.
Ease me along in my walker
Until I can go no more.
Watch me wheel to the sandy edge,
Then walk me down to the... – by Neil McLeod | 0 Views added 11 years ago
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BRINGING THE CLAN BACK TO DUNVEGAN
(This is long, its an accumulation poem like the house that Jack built. If you can not handle it just choose another poem to review - and leave this one be. Thank... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 11 years ago
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For my son who fell asleep Holding a knightly pose.
Here lies Sir Oliver ensconced
His knightly dignity preserved
In comfort couched upon his stuffed sarcophagus
When sleep bent down and closed his... – by Neil McLeod | 2 Views added 11 years ago
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You've got to see it
To believe it
The dirt and grime
And the towering monuments
And the poverty behind.
You've got to see the chaos
In the money world
And struggle for existence
And the holes in the... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 11 years ago
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I rise
In the morning
See skies
In the morning,
And there
With the dawning
Are you.
Coffee
Vapours drifting
Set
My mind drifting
And
The thought lifting
Comes... – by Neil McLeod | 2 Views added 11 years ago
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I'm excited 'cause I'm leaving,
I'm going away
To a new land over the sea.
To where the people may be different
And the culture too,
Well that's what I'm going to... – by Neil McLeod | 10 Views added 11 years ago
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This is a memory of summertime midnight bathing
The party is done,
Yet four tense bodies,
Pricked by the wind's sharp sting,
Prepare to take the... – by Neil McLeod | 6 Views added 11 years ago
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Mrs. Galina B.
Mrs. Galina Berezovsky was our Russian piano teacher here in Hollywood and now West Los... – by Neil McLeod | 1 View added 11 years ago
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A little bit of pot in a canvas bag
And a wallet full of notes and a piece of rag,
A tooth brush and comb and a letter pack
And a bit of paper with a number on the back,
And a crisp old sheet from a writing pad
Is a folded memory and a poem so sad,... – by Neil McLeod | 8 Views added 11 years ago
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Dusty chinks, caverns and pale walls,
Life once enclosed has gone from your halls,
And now below parapets pitted and brown
Hollow blank crypts are staring down.
By flying buttresses they are shored
Their socketed senses now are... – by Neil McLeod | 7 Views added 11 years ago
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Mrs. Galina B.
Mrs. Galina Berezovsky is our Russian piano teacher here in... – by Neil McLeod | 20 Views added 12 years ago
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