October 19, 2004

• From 1971:

  
  

  “Rushing On By”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri  © 1971

  
  

  Hey Love, look at me
  Show me where to turn
  Point me to the right direction
  Give me time to learn
  Hey, Love, don’t rush on by
  Talk with me awhile
  Tell me the secrets of admiration
  Show me who likes my smile
  Hey Love, there you go
  Passing me by once more
  Leaving me again to lonliness
  Closing tight your door.

  
  

   From 1983:

  
  

  “Passion Play”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri © Feb.7, 1983 4:50pm

  
  

  ACT ONE

  
  

  Karen, are you carin’ for me?
  Is this a remote possibility?
  Diane, did the plan fade away?
  Did you forget what we promised on that day?
  Cathy, can you hear me through the years?
  Or would you ever wipe away the tears?

  
  

  It’s over: Act One of the Passion Play
  The critics were divided on that day
  There was a signal set for summoning the crew
  Better get ready for Act Two.

  
  

  ACT TWO

  
  

  Sweetheart, I’m not streetsmart any more
  Let the janitors just wipe away the floor
  Honey, hand me down my walking shoes
  I’m always this way when I’m feeling the blues.
  Listen, I’m not pissin’ way my pride
  But all the lovers’ left locked up inside

  
  

  It’s over: Act Two of the Passion Play
  The tone’s so sad the customers shouldn’t pay
  Open up the doors, let ‘em in for free
  Open up the curtain for Act Three

  
  

  ACT THREE

  
  

  Kathryn, were you running out of time?
  Was loving you that big of a crime?
  Donna, did it dawn on me at all
  I should have been at your beck and call?
  Emma, you were a dilemma on my mind
  I hope you got what you were trying to find.

  
  

  It’s over: Act Three of the Passion Play
  It’ll run thirty years if it runs a day
  I’ll sit back and won’t put up a fight
  And the play will close after tonight.
   
  From 1992:

  
  

  
  “The White Horse Breaks Free”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyir i© February 24, 1992 9:30 a.m. (A Pat Poem)

  
  

  I feel unbridled passion
  Gallop fiercely, yeilding naught
  Hurtling me toward bliss and fusion
  Riding on and can’t be caught
  Slipping free from consciousness
  Into a bright white void
  Mixing pain and happiness
  A sharp brief moment overjoyed.

  
  

  I don’t know how to act sometimes
  When faced with feelings dug as deep
  As yours, and when I focus find
  The crevice wide and steep.
  So open up and swallow me
  I’ll switch off conscious thought
  And for that moment passion
  Gallops feely, yeilding naught

  
  

  She rides a wild free stallion
  Never saddled, never broken
  Never would she yield, nor stand
  For shallow love’s lost token
  I will ride with passion
  Fill deep feelings full with me
  And for that sharp brief moment
  Feel ecstasy’s eternity.

  
  

  
  

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  NOTES: With the posting of these three poems today, I have now posted 51 of my poems on Xanga since I began this endeavor on Memorial Day of this year. I always seem to get more comments on the poetry posts than on other posts, so in case any readers still do not know this, all the poetry you read on this Xanga blog is available on my ElectricPoetry website, organized in chronological order. Frankly, I haven’t transcribed any poems for a couple of months, because I haven’t been spending a lot of time on my computer at home, but there are still about 450 poems on the site, which is broken down by decade and year, with a list of each year’s poems. The individual poems have been supplied links if they have been transcribed. I run a Poetry group on Yahoo, also called ElectricPoetry, and although I comment on each poet’s work, I rarely post anything I’ve written over there because I already have posted most of the stuff that’s on my website. I’m still writing, but I only write poetry when inspiration hits. I don’t attempt to “write a poem a day” as I’ve seen on some Xanga blogs. I feel I repeat my themes enough as it is. This year has been especially prolific for me…over 45 poems and counting. Last year I wrote only 8 pieces. In 2002 only 6. So it’s a good year for inspiration, some of which has been provided by the many people on my group, other groups, and on Xanga, who have read, commented, and enjoyed what I feebly attempt to say in nothing but words. My gracious thanks, and if you wish to read more of my words, please visit ElectricPoetry, and spend a few hours. There is a guestbook element on the site, and links to the first “blog”, the ElectricPoetry Diary, and to the original ElectricPoetry website, which was spun off from AllThingsMike in 2000. MFN

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