July 12, 2006
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Inspiring Attitude
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Wednesday, July 14, 2004 5:40 p.m.
The bad news rifles through the day’s serenity, causing
Innumerable calamities to settle in the conscious, knowing
Nothing we can possibly do will matter in the morning
When we wake to another day filled with dire circumstance.
Depression, early warning signs are the daily tears
Which cause emotion to flow unabated as we drown our fears
Nothing we can entertain shall rid us of the inanity
As we fill our petty lives with the terrors of existence.
But the sun shines, and the clouds elicit pretty patterns.
The flowers give sweet aromas irregardless of the reasons
Boiling in our heads as we face each phase of seasons
Bubbling in our hearts as we strive to find the answers
Life seems boring, and samenesses shadow the shallow
Repetition of petty policies as our fantasies lie fallow
The bad news and the nagging inconsistencies arrive
At unbridled speeds save for our needs don’t feel alive
There are little tricks we play, to survive the day, alone
Malificent maligned muse memory gives us the answers, seeming prone
To offer experience a welcome hand, and friendship is our peace
Yet nothing we did today can bid the reaper solace
A friendly smile or a hearty laugh causes happiness
A word or a deed done without thought to oneself
Can cause the downtrodden and lonely to come down from the shelf
And open their hearts to the wonder all around them.
Inspiring Attitude arrives at opportune times,
To bid the collective grief goodbye,
And let each of us know there is a specialness
Ingrained in each mind, and heart, and hand
As the hourglass gives up it’s last grain of sand
A little joy can be spread upon the land
©MFN ElectricPoetry
This is a WayBack Post originally posted on July 14, 2004, about a month after I started posting on WhenWordsCollide on Xanga. It received four comments, one from a current reader. I saw a comment from a young girl who I enjoyed reading greatly, and I clicked on the link and her blog didn’t exist. “Shut Down By It’s Owner”. Possibly a year or so ago. It’s strange how many people you meet on the internet who eventually disappear. I’ve been at www.allthingsmike.com for over seven years. I just hope I don’t disappear any time soon. The subject of this poem came to mind after reading in the news about the train bombings in Mumbai, India. Whenever I am feeling depressed, I always can try to find the positivism inherent in life in this world. As usual, the composite above is my own, and uses my own photography in this instance. MFN
Comments (8)
What a wonderful sentiment Mike. Today has been a very good day and hopefully I was able to spread some of that good cheer. I have had my share of days where I have taken solace from others. You have an amazing insight into human nature. I am continually amazed. May the rest of your week be filled with happiness.
Kat
these poems flow well for me. i like them. my writing rather sucks lately. i still write because if you don’t you loose it. but i’d like something to flow out every once in a while that’s inspiring like these.
i read your post regarding your deleted reviews… have you messaged xanga about it? what a waste… anyhow, im sure you’ve lots more to write and in a newer fresher way even…
I’m glad you can maintain a somewhat positive attitude even when awful things are happening. Your talk of depression strikes home today. I have a tendency to get crazy and depressed at night, but it usually goes away witha good night’s sleep. Sometimes it doesn’t, and I just have to smile at the clouds.
“But the sun shines…” says it all my friend!
:sunny:
BE blessed!
Steve
Wonderful *crowd goes wild*
Thanks for the poem about the dog.
It’s well-written and really shows the character of your beloved friend. Milly was always a puppy to me, even when she slowed down a bit and mellowed out. I remember her joyful, youthful wickedness, digging under the fence to get out and frolic and romp. She’d have us chase her, let us get really close, before darting off again. She loved that game. And cheese and ‘Nilla Wafers. When we had the RV, we took her with us, walking through the woods upon our arrival. Camping trips and she knew the box of ‘Nilla Wafers would be shared equally between her and Mama. My sister and I are throwing a memorial party for her tonight 
i am bored with life. I enjoyed this poem very much, i am looking for outlets (in all the wrong places) but i just desperately want to feel. anything. happiness, pain, anger, love, gluttony, lust, anything. just to feel…