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Best Poems Written by Donald Meikle

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Note To a Lady In Waiting

The white charger's belly is bloated with hay
The helmet helm's rusted quite shut
The tack room door hinges are tearing away
The leather's un oiled  and dry
The lance is still good
It is bracing the fence
but  I traded the sword for a pen
I am presently seeking a page
So if you're still waiting
and anticipating 
A Lochinvar ending of sorts
I shall purchase wild oats for the horse
I recall how to sow them of course
With hardly a shred of remorse

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Running Tide

Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny  skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back

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Cat Proud

A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
and yet
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams 
have just begun
paws atingle purrs  aloud 
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can be

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Summer (Cameo)

Summer 



Sabra 
chocolate orange 
Singing taste of tupelo mead 
memories 
still tease and test my thirsty tongue 
I stand in chocolate mint 
Alone

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Pillosonic

The Night Mare dances 
Behind eyes of a dreamer 
Fretfully on chords

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Welsh Rill

old saw

scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts of flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid hymn of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant scream of tortured winds
belie the curse of can't

What matters ought to those who fought
and died that I be here
to stand beneath a blazing sky
and gaze upon the Western sea

moments of reflective thought
pondered on expressed and caught
to feed an ever growing need
To dig and rap and plant a seed
That blossoms in another mind
Repeated as the finest kind
to be forever sowing seed
To seed 
And time to spend with thee

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In Adda Quit

Feelings
expressed in words of endearment
A cheek stroking breeze on a hot Summer day
Cool of tile floor to walking bare feet
The squeeze of a hand.
A quick little hug
Tentative brushing the hair from your face
Following that with a tender embrace
Hoping you're hearing what I haven't said
and that it's some comfort to you instead
Trying to find words 
in your moment of need
Is all I can think of to do
Maybe tomorrow I'll know what to say
I wish I could do it today

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Clan Call

Tearing gusts of highland winds dim the sound of pipes
No one knows and no one sees and no one sets it right, 
Heavy hearted sadness carries, other souls who went ahead, 
Ghosts of kindred spirits living now or living dead, 
Running through the gorse and heather wishing for a horse to ride, 
Disregarding wind and weather, Grim, the reaper by my side. 
Places I would rather see.... Home's still where I yearn t' be, 
I'll never have you there with me... 'tis lost...
both love
and pride





Jonji ‘s dance within my mind
and well within the ken o’ men
I just prepped the canvas

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Cafe Selections

Fish madam?
Price Edwards a Welsh man taught me how to poach eggs fish and rabbits
The recipe for  poached eggs is  universal
Poached perch is.....Take fillets and cheeks saute in butter with a dash of mead
Poached trout........Wrap in aluminum foil with herbs.. throw in small fire
Poached rabbit.....Debone saute in olive oiland butter...add mushrooms and  leek

Poached venison I’ve never tried

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Grunt's Garden

So thoughtfully busily going to the tomb
Were you enamored with words from the womb
Verbally gurgling did you succumb
Or did it come later in life
Likened to lightning spelling you under
Suddenly there before hearing the thunder
Rapidly vapidly words in your head
Were ringing and clamoring yet to be said

At work in your garden editing hedge 
Trimming  unwanted excess 
It smacks of sedition this growing ambition
To put plants in orderly rowed inhibition
Sun reaching in silent distress

The beauty of discipline held up to view
In close captivated submission
In ranks and in rows uniformly disposed 
Earthbound and holding attention
Yet openly Stubbornly free  
They continue to grow.
To Flander's field poppies
And crosses akin
They are harvests of memory to reap
Promises planted to keep