April 22, 2006
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ElectricPoetry: Spontaneous Poetry
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 anewWake to a wonder and wish for excellence
Train your eyes on the prize of passion
And embellish your existence
every waking momentGet out of bed and
breakfast on the beauty of our world
Even when the rainclouds gather
the downpour gives sustenance to the EarthBehind every cloud,
the cliche trumpets
lie silver linings and love:
lusciouness and lavish wonderDon’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 blightShe holds a candle in the dark
illuminating cold and stark
When ere she walks, to hark
The desolate becomes a parkShe 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 hairShe 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 forsoothShe 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. pdtHidden 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 cleanTime 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.
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.