December 25, 2005
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"Christmas Card I"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
©1971 (18 years old)
Snow is glittering on the ground
Deers are happy, food they've found
Children watch the tree brought round
And Christmas is round the corner.
Stars are shining brighter tonight
Gleaming far with their heavenly light
The world becomes such a pretty sight
When Christmas is round the corner.
"Christmas Card II"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
©1971 (18 years old)
The Lord looks down
Upon His Creation
The beautiful Child
His eyes are shining
Heart is joyful
Hands are mild
God is waiting
His Son will grow
To free the world
"Christmas Card III"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
©1971 (18 years old)
Radiance becomes unfolded
On the day when Christ
Became
How the heralds sing their praises
We shall do the
Very same
"Christmas Card IV"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
©1971 (18 years old)
Christmas is white
Snow fell on the mountains
All through the night
Christmas is green
The house smells luscious
When the tree's brought in
Christmas is blue
The sky is brilliant
Through and through
Christmas is red
Memories recounting glory
Of the One who bled
Christmas is love
And we will worship
Our God above
"A Christmas Poem"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
© December 1972
Merry Christmas...
During the holiday,
We look upon the vast expanse
Which we have called life
Everybody recites jingle bells
While in their hearts rests a dirge
But isn't it great we can face the
Holidays with blithe spirit?
Happy is really only a word
But we'll treat it as an experience
At least until Christmas is over.
It's too bad Santa Claus died
When we grew up
Because that forlorn Christmas tree
Will never have the presents it did
When we were young
No matter how insignificant they were.
At this time of year
We wish vehemently to be closer
To other people
So we can all enjoy the Christmas feast
together.
But we won't be--really...
So I'll eat my dinner
And look at my tree
And think of you
And of the world
Hallelujah!
"The Christmas Dream"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
© December 24, 1978 12:15 p.m.
Listen to the happy children
Ecstatic voices
Open the door and smile
Listen to some music
Write a poem
My world
Sleighbells in the mind
A wonderful large tree
Adorned with love
Quite a few people
Endowed with spirit
Your world
I long for your world
"Untitled"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
© December 27, 1982 5:10 p.m.
A bright beacon of hope shines off the
shimmering shrinkwrap adorning a new
package of lined but unworded writing
paper.
A new year, replete with with same
beacon, always shines into my head
with the urge to write, & let that
writing contain Urgent messages to
The world at large.
By & by I have questioned myself while
deluding my existence and knowing
how I could rise above my anxieties.
I might have accomplished this.
If the accomplishment can be borne
into the written word then a
true accomplishment will have been made.
Let's see now.........
where to begin.
The last poem isn't really a "Christmas poem" but it was written on Dec. 27th, 1982, as part of a "post Christmas" spontaneous poetry exercise. Merry Christmas to all my Xanga readers and friends, once again, and may your day be filled with wonder and kindness. MFN 12/25/05
Comments (21)
Merry Christmas, Mike.
Merry Christmas, Mike.
hey mike, i hope your christmas is a good one. i think the best christmas is the one that takes place in our imagination. only good things happen there and we're not alone. i like all your poems, especially "a christmas poem". take care, charlie
:heartbeat:Merry Christmas!:heartbeat:
Merry Christmas, Mike!! I hope you are having a wonderful day!! I enjoyed your poems, as usual!! I just finished updating my post, when you commented ... so I have to fill you in on another Christmas miracle. Two years ago, my parents gave me two envelopes of money for my sons. I swore I put them in one of my bags, but later the envelopes were nowhere to be found. I thought they were long lost ... probably gone with the trash. I even accused my mom of not really giving the envelopes to me (shame on me!) Today, my niece was opening her gift from me when she pulls out two envelopes from the gift bag ... it was the money from two years ago!! I'm just lucky that my niece got that particular recycled gift bag rather than someone else!! Needless to say, my boys are thrilled ... Thanks for your continued friendship and I look forward to many more comments throughout the new year!! Love, Alicia
Your poems remind me of childhood dreams. Christmas is always nice for Children. We grow up way too fast.
i watched a show last night that reminded me of you. There were references to "toys of the past" in the sitcom. A specific fortune telling toy which was like the 8 ball but different was used.
hope you had a great day, a merry christmas.
You have a magical way with words! Many blessings to you. I hope your Christmas was wonderful and joyous and filled with special memories both new and old.
My beautiful mother...^^^ I love her to bits.
I was just looking at your profile pic and thinking "Hmm...he'd make a nice Jolly Ol' Saint Nick". You could recite your poetry to little children who'd sit in your lap. :giggle::lol:
How did you celebrate your Xmas? I'm going to be so old in 3 hours. Bye bye youth, hello menopause!
Oh oops...when I said my beautiful mother, I was pointing at DaBombMom615. :heartbeat:
Hi Mike,
Your poetry is wonderful, as usual. I hope that you had a very wonderful Christmas.
Nancy
:sunny:Merry Christmas Mike...Thank you for these words..and your presence in blogworld in general!
Dear Mike,
It was great spending time with you this day. I truly enjoyed my time out, and actually once home I ended up going to sleep ... go figure.
As for your poems, I like the images used in some of them ... yet it is true that during these times we tend to yearn for a certain closeness that doesn't seem to exist. But, like they said at the Mass ... the Christmas spirit should be a year round thing, and not put away with the tree and decorations!
Love,
Liz :littlekiss:
Merry Christmas Mike. Hope you had a wonderful day.
Kat
I like the "post" Christmas one best! But as always - they are all wonderful!
Merry Christmas Mike. Your poetry is light hearted and I do appreciate that. As for "Christmas IV, our Christmas is green, red poinsettias, red hollyberries and a blue sky. No white snow for us. When we lived "up north" the snow was usually grey and dirty or...icy. It was pretty when it first fell but the beauty of the fresh fallen snow soon deterioated.
:sunny:
I kept my promise and read The Christmas Story, a few blogs down. No time to read the cards this morning. You'll know why when you read my other comment. Season's Greetings to you and Liz.
Christmas
Christmas is a tree,
topped by a star,
Christmas is a candle
sending light out far,
Christmas is Santa
with his bag of toys,
Christmas is many
other Christmas joys.
ketja
Oh, yeah I forgot, I wrote that poem when I was nine.
ketja
To my attention the whole thing you utter can be extraordinary
boy birth announcements | honda dealers | pain relief for dogs
So we saved our money and started our business not knowing where it would go or whether it would work out.