November 5, 2004
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Yellow Ribbons
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Friday, November 5, 2004 6:04 a.m. pst
Seems like yellow ribbons never fade
Time will fear the misbegotten passions of the evil few
Repetitions of disgrace and wanton tears upon my face
As serenity gazes over the ragged landscape of lost purpose
Seems like ancient wars are never won
Delegates of destiny eschew the raging tides of malificence
Repetitions of horror and a dirty mirror of what’s in store or
Only bad memories which never seem to go away
Seems like sadness sifts through sands of time
Irregular bursts of bad news, beheadings, humanity blown to bits
Sorrowful distant dirges call with painful plaintive urges
As peace drizzles on the pavement mixed with blood
Seems like yellow ribbons never fade
A score and five years ago, and new ribbons can’t replace
The scars on burnt out oak trees, gazing upwards toward the sun
Repetitions of disgrace brings salty tears upon my face
As serenity passes out the back door of humanity’s disgrace
(NOTE: This is the 25th anniversary of the beginning of the Iran Hostage Crisis. MFN)
Comments (5)
Oh, that is so heartfelt, Michael. I get so overwhelmed all the time nearly because of how things are in the world today. I’m super sensitive beyond words! It competely drains me sometimes. I just can’t express myself in words of poetry like you can though. You have a great gift of expression.
Hope you have a great weekend despite how things went this week……
Hugs!
Shara
“Repetitions of disgrace brings salty tears upon my face
As serenity passes out the back door of humanity’s disgrace”
this poem needs to be on the Featured section of xanga…for it holds such truths
Thank you Mike for the priviledge
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brilliant mike, just brilliant…and by the way, i’m doing just dandy..thanks!!!
This poem is a truly sad commentary on our world and I strongly agree with what you have portrayed so very well. “As peace drizzles on the pavement mixed with blood” is such a strong image and reminds me why it is so important to try my best to live life as unselfishly as possible, to try my best to leave a positive mark on the world around me even though I sometimes feel like giving up when I hear about the horrors that our self-centered and greedy world can provide. Gandhi once said something to the effect that I have to reflect the change in myself that I want to see in the world and yet I think I can hardly make a difference by myself. This is a sad and powerful poem. Thanks. I wish I could write as well as you.
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