December 3, 2004
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“Psalms to a Different God”
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
December 2nd 2004 5:12 a.m. pst
WE are all alone together
Either practicing love for our BROTHERS and SISTERS
Or trying to kill THEM
WE are saddled with responsibilities
These WE sometimes ignore
And sometimes WE rarely speak
To the PEOPLE next door
Huddled in HUMANITY with or without a clue
Lifting OUR arms heavenward
WE pray
In the name of Jesus, Allah, Buddha, and Zeus
Mother Gaia, and the many Bacchuses of mispent youth
WE turn to YOU, whoever YOU may be
But sometimes the questions aren’t answered, YOU see
WE are in this TOGETHER
Can WE take the time to talk
To iron out OUR differences
To spout OUR philosophies in the light
of reason
As WE pray to our Gods for answers
The answer lies not in the question
The answer lies not in the pleading
The answer lies not in
OUR Psalms to Different Gods
The answer lies in OURSELVES
And it always has
Through time immemorial
And into the future of humankind
I may thank MY God
YOU may thank YOURS
But let’s practice the love OUR Gods preach
And let’s not let OUR differences stop US
Or else there will be NO ONE left to
Sing HIS praises
Whomever HE may be
When WE are all gone from existence
Because WE didn’t listen with OUR hearts
“The Cancerboy Diaries: Entry the 3rd”
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
December 3, 2004 5:11 a.m. pst
It’s all over now, or is it?
That’s the questions on our minds this week
The last week of the treatments
Knock wood
I know I can’t believe it’s been as long
As it has been, this waiting
With you seemingly the same
Little change
Same habits,
Except of course the sleepiness that
arrives a couple of hours after each injection
And now those injections,
for all intense intents and purpose
Are succeeding in eradication
Or so we hope again and won’t know
Until that fateful doctor’s visit on the ninth
Your stamina remained, as did those bad habits
The cigarette smoke still swirls above your head
The beer bottles still pile up on the sideboard
(although you’ve been forced to drink them warm
because of the treatment’s drawbacks)
The pills and the pills to counteract the other pills
Thankfully you have not had to suffer much
The Picc line in your arm,
An answer to the bruising that could have
Spread thanks to the loss of platelets
Which served to clot your blood in better times
Failed and spit the saline solution
So they removed it last week
It made you look like a Frankenstien monster
With a permanent vein in your arm dangling
Now the Picc line is removed
As in hopes so is the cancer
But no one knows
Or they’re not telling yet.
(NOTE: The first and second Cancerboy Diaries poems (written for my roommate Joel, who just finished his chemotherapy treatments and is waiting for the “answer” on whether he is cured or not, can be read by clicking on the links. MFN)
Comments (7)
When I read the “Psalms’ above, I interjected immediately upon reading what my heart found missing:
Or else there will be NO ONE left to
Sing HIS praises
Whomever SHE may be
heh :goodjob:
amen and amen.
Enjoyed my visit to your site very much.:sunny:
Psalms to a Different God is heavy man. . . . speaks to me.
Best of all to Cancerboy.
The second is my favourite, a lovely piece cleverly done
Powerful writing. Hope your friend is getting good news. My friend who is undergoing chemo this winter, had another tragedy this week. Today I attended the funeral of her elderly mother. She died suddenly. We never know how much we can endure until we are called on to do it.
Thanks for the Howdy Doody info. I will check around and see if I can find more definite information. Cyn
Thank you so much for your comment on my xanga…..I tend to let little things get me down….and I can’t keep doing that….because there are so many good things to go along with those bad things….thank you for helping me see that. Take care.
Two excellent poems, Mike. Although the first one really spoke to me in volumes, the second one truely hit home for me. Well done.
Peace.