September 30, 2005

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  "Helping the Fallen Angel"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  1972

  
  

  I don't know
  Where the angel is
  Where the angel has gone
  You and I both
  Running through the world
  Lifting a piece of cardboard

  
  

  Angel?

  
  

  Are you the fallen angel
  Climbing toward the ladder
  Huh?

  
  

  Who gave you to me
  I wonder was it God
  ...and can I help you

  
  

  Back you go
  ...never more a fallen angel
  And through it now I know
  Who I am and where the angel is

  
  

   

  
  

  "Last Time I'll Ever Think About Her, I'll Bet"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  1972

  
  

  
  Someone says he has to leave her now
  The sh*t on bathroom walls are
  About as bad as that in the toilet
  An auto cruising could so easily
  Lose control
  God is there in her little 10c bible
  But what use is there
  Now
  Hope flew away so easily this afternoon
  Tears
  & more tears
  But they ain't really coming from her eyes
  Someone wrote a letter but the
    stamp was rightsideup
  For once and last time: she cried too
  And sent it back
  Dirt on the ground with crawling vermin
  TV's on the blink
  God took his bible back to the store
  Her pen puts him in her hand
  And she writes another one of
    those damn poems
  Cause no one's there even
  This time to tell her how true
    it is

  
  

   

  
  

  
  "and the PARTY begins"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  1972

  
  

  
  Sit in the corner
  Avoiding eyes
  Then you see her
  She is sitting alone in the corner too.
  Records playing
  Strobes burning
  Everybody'sdrinkingandhaving"fun"
  She and you could be together

  
  

  "Hello," you know you're drunk
  But boy you say to yourself
    Isn't she cute
  "Hi" she returns and you know what that
  means so you throw her a kiss
  and she returns that'
  and the PARTY begins for you

  
  

  Lying there in her lap
  and everybodyelse in theplace
  is lying there in her lap
  And you tell her you love her
  And everybodyandhisbrother tells her
  They love her too

  
  

  And she says "I love everybody."
  The door closes and some guy says
  "Goodbye"
  You get in your V-dub and drive away
  And you didn't even get her address.

  
  

   

  
  

  
  "Last Time I'll Ever Think About Her, I'll Bet...Part Two"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Jan. 24, 1973

  
  

  
  I
  Hungry eyes, yes that's how I'll describe them
  Hungry eyes searching, that's the word,
  Searching for attention.
  Attention in the form of friendship
  Hungry eyes searching for attention
  In the form of friendship.
  Hungry eyes.

  
  

  II
  God was there in her little 10c Bible,
  But when the bookstore closed He went home too.
  God can't help her when she needs Him.
  But wait
  I'll bet God made her a match-
  God was always such a good matchmaker
  Just look at the great lovers of history
  And Donna will make such a fine one.

  
  

  III
  Donna, oh Donna, l'll always remember
  Those hungry, hungry eyes of yours
  Grasping so firmly to your lovemate
  And I think all you wanted was friendship.
  Yes, dear. Friendship costs highly
  And I'd say you paid a fair price
  You thought he'd be faithful,
  At least.

  
  

  IV
  He'd always been the class martyr-
  He was so religious
  Giving you dreams like it was
  Nothing.
  He left you stranded with empty dreams
  What could fill those dreams.

  
  

  V
  Was it my fault, Donna, that I
  came by your side in your hour of
  need. I mean, after all, I wanted
  to be your friend. Good friends
  are scarce. I never cared for
  you in the way you thought he
  did.
  Was it wrong of me? I got sick
  of your weekly love letters. I
  got tired of your hungry eyes.
  I'm human, Donna, and now I
  cry to you - even though you'll never
  hear me. I told you awful things
  to get you off my back. I didn't
  want a parasite - but you're human,
  and I never realized it.

  
  

  VI
  You're sensitive
  And you probably forgave me
  But I'm sorry
  I don't want to think about you
  I don't want you
  I've got my own problems.
  But I always understood you
  And I backed away when you needed me
  I realize it now
  But it's far too late.

  
  

  
  "Reasons"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  June 23, 1973 10:00 p.m.

  
  

  
  Affections
  Reflecting pasts with mirrors toward the future
  Humming forgotten tunes
  Meet a nice girl gut don't know what to say
  Hi!
  Will I ever see you again?

  
  

  Times erase a lover's last squint
  Into the ever closing door of darkness
  "Goodbye remember to write huh?"
  And they didn't even copy down the address

  
  

  Passing old men on the streetcorners
  While they gaze into repressed expressions
  One wonders why the world exists.

  
  

  My dog barks at a passing car
  A door is closing somewhere
  Empty glasses are all that remain
  of last night's party

  
  

  Tell me all you can in a minute
  Give me your life to cherish.
  It isn't just that I feel an
  Affection
  A direction
  We continually betray our love for need
  I saw you and wondered what it
  would be like if we could be
  together.

  
  

  Can we -
  Will we ever -
  Is life separated by 45 miles
  Is space a door closed on liking someone.

  
  

  Heartbeats will synchonize
  With people across the world we
  Don't even know

  
  

  Millions of individuals are out there
   And each is a world of laughter
   And tears and dreams....
  and
  If I met you on the street I
  would wonder what you're like

  
  

  Give me the chance to find out.

  
  

   

  
  

  "Questions: Parties"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Aug. 5, 1973 10:30 p.m.

  
  

   

  
  

  I hear melodious strains of music
  While watching dances to break the box.
  A young girl touches her lover's cheek
  And maestros drink to their health.
  A rock and roll oldie fills the
  smoke-consumed cubicle
  We smell a melange of odors
  Music mellows throngs one moment
  Then rips everyone our of their senses again.

  
  

  While dreams crumple up like yesterday's newspaper
  A type of music fills the room
  Any type of music
  Music and people spell a party

  
  

  Glass-filled imagery sitting on nonexistant
  ledges walking through a maze of legs
  Notice all the girls who sit with four-
  mixed-drinks talking to the walls

  
  

  I sense with all my soul a person over there
  She talks with me a while then I remember
  that tomorrow it will all be over and
  I may not see her again...
  When you're under, everyone is so happy
  And everyone is so eager to be friendly
  But how will she interpret my advances
  Do I realize that behind that pretty
  face is a living human being

  
  

  Forty seven people are having a good time
  And while we try like hell
  We know we're only giving a good show
  Because I know I'm wond'ring what
  Each look she gives is hiding
  What are her secrets?
  Will I ever know?

  
  

  Every party attended holds a couple dozen
  You don't know -
  And if she's among them you contemplate
  Whether or not you can really get close.

  
  

  Will she be like last time?
  Will I evern know?

  
  

  What will she be thinking
  Does she know I'd just like to be with her
  I'll bet she thinks
  "He's just giving me a line"
  Is what we say the truth
  Do we believe in truth at all like that
  which people learn in Sunday School at seven

  
  

  If my Vdub is gassed up I cold take her
  away from all these faces in this cubicle
  And away alone I could know her -
  But does she want to be known
  Or is she a face at a party
  And will I ever know?

  
  

  
  "Before the Heartaches"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Aug. 9, 1973 1:00 a.m.

  
  

   

  
  

  When she smiles a warmth engulfs
  The valleys - people smile to know she's there
  When she laughs young lovers know it
  And I feel that time is dancing through despair

  
  

  I can laugh, but then who hears me
  If she laughs and she is near me
  I can face the broken dreams without a care

  
  

  When the world wakes up each morning -
  I can hear her calling nature to her side
  When she smiles upon her lovers they all know
  She can be only nature's bride

  
  

  If I laugh, I try to show it
  When she laughs, everyone knows it
  She was light while never ever having tried

  
  

  If she were mellow
  I'd like to say
  You are the best thing that has
  happened today

  
  

  If she were with me
  I'd say hello
  Wherever you will take me
  I'll go

  
  

  And all the time I try to convey
  All the nice things I really want to say
  I find I stumble like a schoolboy with a crush
  If she'd accept me, I'd probably blush.

  
  

  I know I love the moment's creature
  And I wish I were a teacher
  But we find someone we'd worship
  for life.

  
  

  If only I didn't care for tradition
  If only she liked me only for what I am
  My poems would be light
  Like this one tries to be
  If only I didn't give a damn.

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  I just took the photo for the header tonight, right as the sun set, right before the rains started coming down. Hopefully they will last, and hopefully they will put out the fires up in the hills. MFN
  

  
  

  

  
  

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