November 4, 2004
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Uncertain (Future) History
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Thursday, November 4th, 2004 4:51 a.m. pst
Trembling with a shudder that has lasted for centuries
Choking with the lies told over time
Advancing fears and fallacies fool everyone, but no one
Seems to care, and yet they do, but what can one
Accomplish in return?
In past history, mankind would band together
In the past our tribes would seem to keep us safe
But these same tribes would war and fight
Kill and maim for what they thought was right
And safety is just a word after all
Apocalyptic challenges
Challenging since birthright holds us prisoner
Even Biblical and Legendary Stories
Predict our end in no Uncertain terms
And so Uncertainty is embedded in the conscious
And the unconscious mind rebels
But as before what can one
Accomplish in return?
Awaking, as in rebirth each morn
The mind will take a minute to register
That everything is the same, yet
nothing is the same, and yet
Sameness is the watchword of Uncertainty
Then when Uncertain Calamaties occur
It seems as if they have always happened
And I, for one, can never remain Certain
That Uncertainty is quite the Reason for Existence
After all.
These roiling times Will Certain End
In some future history round the bend
Mighty demons shalt we all surely fend
And with our hands our clothing rend
But hope is Universally sublime
Though Uncertain that life will never rhyme
Waiting and wishing for an end to this crime
Solid Certain Future History will take time
Comments (2)
“Awaking, as in rebirth each morn
The mind will take a minute to register
That everything is the same, yet
nothing is the same”
you know Mike these lines seemed to wake me up to what you are saying here.
I as well fret and wonder of our world and I know as a species we shall move on to reveal that we are capable of survival against all odds .I sometimes think that Man shall destroy himself.
I’ve heard said, in a million different ways, that the only certainty in life is change itself. This is another thought provoking and well written poem. Of course I am just a beginner with no real education on the topic of poetry but I love how your writing catches my attention and imagination all the way through to the end and leaves full of my own thoughts, questions and feelings. Being inexperienced, I feel a bit odd offering criticism but I’ll give it a shot anyway. It seems the poem says everything it needs too and concludes very nicely at the end of the second verse. The last two verses seem either unnecessary or do not quite fit with the rest of it. But I like this poem, especially the first two verses, very much. Thanks!