September 17, 2004

• TGIFexistence
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  9/17/04 5:56 a.m. pdt

  
  

  
  Life is a week, reap what ye seek
  Monday is awareness and play
  Tuesday responsibility
  Wednesday assessment
  Thursday regrets and dismay
  Friday fulfillment
  Saturday sublime realization
  Sunday life passes again
  For
  Monday looms over the horizon

  
  

   

  
  

  Blender
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  9/17/04 6:07 a.m. pdt

  
  

  
  Restless words, a thought absurd, existential pain, life’s relentless refrain,
  Coming and going, and learning, and throwing, and living, and dying, again
  Communication with liars, throwing water on fires, seething mad,
  Yet consistent with life’s early whiles
  I can’t get a handle hold, strike through and bandy, bold
  Sift through all folders of life’s myriad files
  Course crass consistency, live fast with confusion, see
  Beauty collated with kitsch on life’s large, burly piles.

  
  

  Listless moments, mind numbing torment, say it again, life’s relentless refrain,
  Up, down, and over, friends, acquaintences, lovers
  Washing with vigor, yet naught removes slighted stain
  Communication with nymphs, angels, whores, and pimps
  Grasp at irretrieveable ecstasy, and laugh at the pain
  Get up in the morning, going out without warning, tornadoes and storms,
  No storm warnings this time
  And there’s time to rest easy, breathe deep, and less queasy,
  Life will settle and soothe, life’s cacophany shalt rhyme

  
  

   

  
  

  Elegy for The Girl In Dreams 
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  9/17/04 6:27 a.m. pdt

  
  

  
  I saw you in a dream again, flowers in your hair
  Supreme splendiferous sublime sanctity of purpose
  Lounging in the evermore
  Fairies played with the ends of your golden hair
  Elves giggled at your feet
  Your breath inflated the hillocks of your breast
  As you sighed and gave me the secret to the universe
  You turned and I gazed at perfection in the
  curve of your back
  You winked and I experienced Heaven’s Smile
  The subtle brush of the fabric of raiments across your leg
  Gave me God’s Goosebumps
  We smiled together
  In the Summer of our Youth
  Your thoughts were mine,
  Beauty, soft, pure, truth
  I made a movement to turn to you,
  But the night passed quicker than I could imagine,
  And you faded from view with the morning sun
  Leaving the fairies to flutter unawares
  And the elves to gather their belongings and go

  
  

  
   

  
  

  (NOTE: These three short poems were composed within about a half hour as an Exercise in Spontaneous Poetry this morning. They only exist here right now, and haven’t even been posted on my poetry group as yet. MFN)

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