August 25, 2004

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  “The Inner Peace”

  
  

  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

  
  

  Friday, February 13th, 2004 4:50 p.m.pst
  (an exercise in spontaneous poetry 2 of 9)

  I shall always be at ease
  When I exercise the inner peace
  So stop and ponder this
  Now I will say

  
  

  Though the hurt and pain do last
  ‘Tis a shame to dwell in pasts
  The inner peace will slowly ease
  The pain away

  
  

  
  I always can rely on inner peace
  For inner peace it lies upon my soul
  Inside and out Inside and out
  Hallelujah shout it out
  I always can rely on inner peace

  
  

  
  Oh glory be on high,
  that heavenly prayer is answered nigh
  Only badly planned perversions
  Play their tune

  
  

  You can blatantly believe
  Or your wanton past retrieve
  The inner peace will disregard
  this morass soon

  
  

  
  I always can rely on inner peace
  For inner peace it lies upon my soul
  Inside and out Inside and out
  Hallelujah shout it out
  I always can rely on inner peace
  

  
  

  I shall always be at ease
  Each time I feel the inner peace
  No matter how much
  I might want to scream

  
  

  There’s one thing age can teach
  When your grasp exceeds your reach
  You just hold on
  And call for inner peace.

  
  

  
  (refrain, sing along now!)
  I always can rely on inner peace
  For inner peace it lies upon my soul
  Inside and out Inside and out
  Hallelujah shout it out
  I always can rely on inner peace

  
  

   

  
  

  “Hourly Reflection”

  
  

  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

  
  

  Saturday, June 12th, 2004 9:01 a.m. pdt

  
  

  Looking into the mirror of time
  Reflecting past emotions too harshly
  Forgetting experience for awhile
  As memory’s lies wash like soothing wishes
  Across the seeming desert of my life’s beach
  Pounding waters as headaches
  Cresting waves as hurdles
  Splashing sacrifice as realization

  
  

  Looking past the mirror of thought
  Reflecting present tenseness too painfully
  Forgetting memory for a while
  As reality’s truths rain like needles and pins
  Across the seeming nakedness of my life’s pincushion
  Slicing pain as purpose
  Searing cuts as serenity
  Gaping holes as wells of touching peace
  Hopeless pain as realization

  
  

  Looking away from the mirror for a moment
  Gazing intently at the water and the sky
  Breathing the fire and the air
  Walking away to exist for another hour
  In hourly reflection
  Of the mirror of time

  
  

   

  
  

  These poems are both rather recent, having been written this year. The first “The Inner Peace” was one of nine poems written in a row in February in an exercise I call “An Exercise in Spontaneous Poetry.” It is the 2nd of 9 poems written in that afternoon. The other eight are accessible through the 2004 link on my ElectricPoetry website. The pain has “turned the corner” and I can at least get in the car and drive to work, which is where I’m headed right now. I got back yesterday, and it’s been too slow, with few new orders, so wasn’t that difficult to get back in the swing of things. There is no strength whatsoever in my left hand and arm (It feels weird even to type cause I can’t feel the keys under my left hand) and for the time being at least, I do  not have to perform torque tests on the panels. I’ve got an appointment with a nerve specialist (a neurologist) on Friday morning to take an “NCS” test. I’ve talked to a lot of folks at work and have gotten lots of advice, including getting accupuncture and seeing a chiropractor. For now, I’m going to do what my doctor recommends. Well, time to go now. It’s nice to be “doing things” again. I do have an Olympic themed series of “art” to create and present and hope to get a chance to do that tonight, and get some new images here on the Xanga. Cancerboy is going in for his 10th Chemotherapy series today, and had to have a “pick line” inserted in his right arm, sort of a “portable IV” so the doctors don’t have to find a vein each time they give him the treatment. He’s still doing well, and hasnt’ gotten sick yet, even after this many treatments. I joked to him that our bathroom is beginning to look like a doctor’s office or nurse’s station with all the guaze, medicine, and what have you littering the sink and shelves. I’m looking forward to a better week next week, and hopefully I will be able to get out and about this weekend. We had some wonderful weather last weekend, but I “missed” most of it from flat on my back in my bed!  Also, this last for this post. I’m thinking of creating a “Jukebox page” on my site to list the various musical pieces I post weekly or bi-weekly. I’m trying to go for an eclectic mix which hasn’t yet included any “current” music, but will, in time. Later this week, maybe tonight, I will be streaming a song called “Harmonize” from a forgotten musical comedy from 1954 called “Athena” with lead vocal by Jane Powell.  I found an easy way to record the sound and picture tracks from the Tivo into my new digital videocamera, which will allow me to download them into the computer for file manipulation. The Olympics series, which will be short, with only about a half a dozen images, will be taken from Tivo’d stills as well.

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