April 22, 2006

  • ElectricPoetry: Spontaneous Poetry

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    Occasionally throughout my life I have composed series of poems I call “Spontaneous Poetry”. Either I will compose mulitple poems in one sitting, as I just did this morning, or if I am struck by the muse throughout one day, I might write throughout the day. In 2004 I wrote 9 pieces in just over 90 minutes. This morning, I only wrote four poems, but I might write more later, if the muse strikes. The “ElectricPoetry” headline image above is actually three different photographs, all my own, composited together in the Picture Publisher program, and some of the image uses the “wood carve” feature in the program.  MFN

    “Immediate Elation”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    ©  Saturday, April 22, 6:30 a.m. pdt


    Arise to meet the sunshine swallowing the
    secrets and seditions of the day before
    Each ray smothers all our previous problems
    Each hope beams and beakons anew

    Wake to a wonder and wish for excellence
    Train your eyes on the prize of passion
    And embellish your existence
    every waking moment

    Get out of bed and
    breakfast on the beauty of our world
    Even when the rainclouds gather
    the downpour gives sustenance to the Earth

    Behind every cloud,
    the cliche trumpets
    lie silver linings and love:
    lusciouness and lavish wonder

    Don’t waste the day with dismal
    doom and garish gloom
    when the sun and clouds
    carry the seeds of satisfaction

     

    “New Breath of Fresh Air”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    © Saturday, April 22, 6:50 a.m. pdt


    I am born each morning
    stretching from the womb of contigency
    alerting my soul to new possibilities
    and encouraging adventure
    Every moment is a gift
    wrapped in anticipation and desire
    Each second is precious,
    pulling me along on the
    rollercoaster of responsiveness
    I am walking through a dream
    filled with friendship and fire
    burning the existing elations
    into new experience
    Breathing with lungs
    gasping for purpose
    and finding peace

     

    “Desire in Detritus”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    © Saturday, April 22, 6:57 a.m. pdt


    She walks in beauty, like the night
    embracing sadness, giving sight
    Erasing each small suff’ring plight
    and showering love o’er stench and blight

    She holds a candle in the dark
    illuminating cold and stark
    When ere she walks, to hark
    The desolate becomes a park

    She reminds us of the life we share
    where golden sunlight streaks the air
    and warmth and love do tender there
    along the wisps of long dark hair

    She holds our gaze up to the sky
    with wondrous clouds, to breathe a sigh.
    Apart our dismal doom to ply
    and send our dreams to soar so high.

    She folds the gentle twill of truth
    rememb’ring thoughts lost long from youth
    Forthright, full, from which we sleuth
    She cures our ills alike forsooth

    She strides the universe alone
    and gentle precious life atone
    Till all the cinders that have blown
    into our minds and hearts are known

     

    “Elusive Longing Comes to Rest Eventually”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    © Saturday, April 22, 7:21 a.m. pdt

    Hidden away from the farthest reaches of realization
    The muse declines to display emotion
    although emotion has fueled her reverie for decades.
    Tears, trysts, and terrifying troubles
    track a life of sensitive desirability
    as she holds back the curtain of inevitability
    and demonstrates perseity.

    I have listened to her rants endlessly
    and sometimes collect her musing into words
    set down in space for all eternity.
    Words disguising lonliness and losing
    Words shrouding subtle solace and a
    sense of security.
    She breathes the sigh of the sullen
    Then she teaches the tender
    terpsichories of time to her audience.

    I sometimes have to close my ears
    paying respect to her solitude.
    Serenely accepting my fate
    and attempting to accept this acceptance.

    Longing for the sanctity of a life
    absent from perversity and retribution
    filled to the brim with happiness and satisfaction,
    an existence coupled with the love of
    a good woman.

    This I have found, and lost, and found again:
    as the wheels of life turn and the
    words and thoughts of the muse disappear
    into the ether
    and memory washes us clean

    Time is nonexistant until
    one looks in the mirror and sighs
    Breathing the truth, and dispelling the lies
    The muse appears, laughs, and
    in time silently dies
    But with elusive longing
    coming to rest, at last
    the heart slowly crumples and cries

Comments (16)

  • I like ‘Desire in Detritus’. It’s a nice twist on Byron’s, ‘She walks in beauty’

  • I’ve never read Byron’s ‘She Walks in Beauty,’ but I’m sure it is what Silverthorn says. I like all your poems, but the one that was really catching was ‘New Breath of Fresh Air.’ Very nice.
    Hope all is well.
    peace out and take care.
    autumn

  • Dear Readers,

    This is a link to Lord Byron’s poem, “She Walks in Beauty”,  which is the inspiration for “Desire in Detritus”.
    Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool

  • Love “Immediate Elation” and don’t know how you can write so many poems in such a short time.  It takes me all day to write a 3,000 word non-fiction article.  Naked on Xanga these days?  Hmmmm, that’s a concept!

  • How can you write that much in such a short time.  I like Immediate Elation.  You have quite a flare for writing. Judi

  • Some very uplifting work (although you make it seem like childsplay) here. It’s plain to see you woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. :sunny:

  • Hi Mike, loved the poetry.  Great way to begin my day this morning by reading it :)    Thanks for the comment on my site.  Yes, lonliness was a sad poem.  I, like you, much prefer uplifting and encouraging ones.  Every once in awhile, a sad one comes out !  Have a wonderful day!!:sunny:

  • :heartbeat: poetry in the morning- what a perfect way to start the day!

  • You are a very brave man to go naked on xanga!

  • Hi Mike!!  I know it’s been a while since I’ve visited … but I didn’t forget about you!!  I loved your naked picture!!  I’m proud to say that I’ve been on the FC list just about every one of my latest entries … it’s so exciting for me.  And, I didn’t have to pose nude to get on it!!  I just had to be my inane, perverted self!!  Wow, your Fishcam sounds very awesome.  I really enjoy seeing where people come from … I’m glad when people visit!!  You sure wrote a lot of poems in your lifetime!!  You must have written thousands??  Keep writing, Mike!!  Have a great Sunday!!:wave:

  • My favorite was the last one, Elusive Longing. For some reason that one spoke to me. You are an outstanding writer, I am lucky if I can get one blog out in a day and hope it is articulate. RYC: I read all my commnets and I try very hard to respond to each and every one. I think that is the most flattering comment I have ever gotten to date. Thank you so much. One blog ( and I actually really like this person ) was comparing flagging to Hitler. I really think that is not only paranoid, but way over the top. I was actually a little offended since I am Jewish. I am not sure where this rampant extreem fear is coming from? It leaves me very confused. Being annoyed is one thing, thinking flagging is a bad idea, okay fine, but freaking out to the point of Big Brother and Hitler etc… woah, calm down people. Yes, Xanga is clearly trying to be as popular as My Space. They lost a lot of kids in the last year. This is the perfect opportunity to get them back. I personally wish all the teens would stay at My Space, but I guess there is room for all of us here. Again, thank you. I think you might have made my week. Oh and as far as my current post, yes, I would feel sorry for him too, but he was very nasty, and that was uncalled for. At least learn enough English to do your job.

  • I love your poetry about morning, about rebirth. “New Breath” is my favorite just because of that sentiment. Reborn each morning – it is the way I see it. I don’t know what was wrong with me last night as I was going to bed – I just felt very irritable and I think that in the spaces between sleep and wake I started hallucinating or engaging in nonsensical logic. This morning brought something fresh and wonderful. I had to go to work briefly, and it was a good excuse to be up early and moving. Now I’ve cleaned half the apartment and am listening to the Beatles. Continue to have a blessed day

  • re: active x- i still am getting it when i visit here, and sometimes i can stay and sometimes it closes IE… never know for sure. sigh! we were commenting at the same time this am which made me grin! can’t wait to see yr video blog!

  • I love all your poems, expecially the last one. :shysmile: It’s absolutely beautiful, Mike. Thanks so much for your lovely comments on my previous blogs. I really appreciated everything you had to say on them. I’m sorry I’ve not kept up with the Internet Island current topics for discussion. I’m not very good with all that!

    Ohhhh and I saw you naked in the post underneath! Well… all revealed but for a strategically placed paper. :wink: I’m on the mend from my throat infection slowly, but not quite recovered yet. I took today off work as my job involves speaking pretty well non-stop for my five hour shift.

    I have been reading your posts, but work hours sometimes get in the way of my leaving the indepth comments and attention your posts deserve. All the best to you, Mike! :wave:

  • Enjoyed all the poems.  ryc:  Xanga won’t let me change my name-lol.

  • Hello Mike,

    I really enjoyed “Immediate Elation”, optimisim is something everyone should aspire to.  Your words capture the excitement of greeting a new day with a flair.  When the day is over, it is gone, never to return, so every day should be treated as an Immediate Elation.  Great work, Ill be back.

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