December 22, 2006

  • ElectricPoetry Post: Christmas 2006: New Poems

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    FROM 2004:

    "Christmas Spiritual"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    December 21, 2004 4:58 am pst

     
    Rudimentary ruminations concerning the Holiday Spirit
    Alone this Christmas again but depression hasn't yet
    Come in the back door like Santa begging for cookies and milk
    Remembering the soft slow wait as the days turned
    And the little windows on the countdown card were opened
    Remembering the subtle sound of sleighbells
    Even though White Christmas is a dream in California
    Remembering the silent night,
    And becoming the loudest purest voice in the choir
    Memories fade with time, but gain luster brimming with Spirit
    My life becomes meager and insignificant
    When compared to those whose Holiday Spirit
    Fills the auras around them so beautifully
    My Spirit becomes underdeflated and morose
    But lifts immeasurably when confronted with
    The thoughts and deeds of others who are so caring
    I pause for prayer, perusing the Heavens for clues
    I shudder for humanity (again)
    Yet relish memories of Christmas Past
    And the Great Turkeys of memory taste even better
    When the Spirit permeates the Season.
    Elucidating emmisaries of Good Will
    Permitting me to enjoy a modicum of Family togetherness
    Even after mine disintegrated
    For these moments I am thankful and filled with Spirit
    Thoughts of good people involved with their community
    Feelings of fantastic regard and overjoyed with gladness
    Year after year the small trinkets of specialness abound
    So that now, relaxed, evenly keeled, in the port of Happiness
    My ship rests in the berth of Kindness
    Gladly celebratory, and suddenly Spiritual Again.
    May God Bless Us Each And Every One.

    FROM 2006:

    "Winter Solstice"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    Dec. 22, 2006 6:25 am pst

    The air turns bright and crackling
    As cold snaps through the clear morning
    The days have shrunk
    And the nights freeze my threadbare existence
    to the bone
    Ice forms on the windshields of wonderment
    driving through the empty streets of solitude mornings
    A draft of fresh accountability
    shears the stumbling shards of inconclusion
    and reveals short breaths of lucid reason
    as the minutes tick to darkness
    on the shortest day of the year.

    Was it ever this cold?
    Eyeing the icicles of incredible
    Feeling the ferocious frostbite of forever
    Waking to the shivering sounds of my own teeth

    Will the sun ever warm again?

    Aye, the Solstice will pass
    As always with the regularity of reason
    and the winter cold will soon coalesce into Spring.
    The seasonal snippets of winter
    Soon fade from existence
    for a while, for a short while,
    and then the sun appears,
    melting the ice and cold
    and forming new hope for another year.

    But the gentle strains of Spring's reserve
    Can never seem as sweet
    Unless revered and reviled by the Winter Storms
    Leaving crackling cold
    in the dust of memory
    for yet another year.


    "The Cancerboy Diaries: Entry the 6th"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    Dec. 22, 2006 7:06 am pst

    This was supposed to be the positive entry,
    Unwritten till today,
    but full of hope after the second
    round of chemotherapy
    ended the Cancer's stroll
    through your stomach area,
    lodging in your lymph nodes,
    and causing so many problems.
    The therapy had finally facilitated
    a full recovery,
    and all traces of the disease
    had fled your body.
    Yes, this was
    supposed to be the positive entry,
    but I failed to write it.
    We had witnessed the
    shearing of your head
    when the medicine
    caused clumps of your hair
    to disappear
    almost overnight.
    We had witnessed
    the nausea and the sickness
    as the medicine wound it's way
    through your insides
    supposedly eradicating the
    Cancer's liesurely destructive walk.
    We had finally witnessed joy
    when the second round of treatments
    ended, and the doctors
    gave you a fleeting ray of hope
    in the distance.
    Months passed,
    and the sixth entry of the Diary
    remained unwritten.
    Knowing that the
    last chapter had hopefully been written,
    the Diary stayed shut,
    and the pages,
    devoid of words of elation,
    stated blank and beackoning.
    Just as Christmas shines in
    the near distance,
    the latest doctor's visit
    bore no good tidings at all,
    and now I pull out the Diary again,
    and the glorious respite from
    pain and disease will have to
    be postponed,
    as your prognosis came back positive,
    and the Creative Cancer causes
    problems once again,
    resuming his liesurely stroll
    through your already
    wartorn shell of humanity.
    I pen these words with hesitancy
    Hope again outlasting reality
    as we brace for Round Three
    of the treatments.
    What will the outcome
    be this time
    on the Rollercoaster of Uncertainty
    ?
    Your head of hair had finally re-emerged
    and now it is doubtless that
    this forest of follicles will not be felled
    by the medicine again.
    Holiday questions
    and uncertain futures
    gaze again at your existence
    and we will
    pray again
    that Strike Three
    does not put you
    out of the ballgame for good.


    BEHIND THE POETRY: The first poem is from Christmastime, 2004, and has appeared on this blog before. The latter two poems were just now written and are being posted roughly a half hour after the last one was written. Dec. 21st was the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year, and prompted the writing of the first new poem, "Winter Solstice". Even in Southern California, it has been incredibly cold this year, breaking lots of records. The latest Cancerboy Diaries poem has been written becuase just recently my roommate Joel, the subject of the Cancerboy Diaries, was diagnosed with the disease again, and will be going through his third round of Chemotherapy. Please pray for him. A side note. I have been attempting to visit everyone I "know" on Xanga and wishing you all a Happy Christmas/Chanukah/Kwaanza/Solstice and if I haven't gotten around to you yet and you are reading this, a Happy Holiday Season to One and All. MFN.  

    GOD BLESS US EACH AND EVERY ONE.

Comments (15)

  • Cold always turns to warmth, and vice versa.

    Merry Christmas, Mike.

  • i like the winter solstice one and how it asks if it will be warm or change

  • Happy Holidays to you and Joel, Bald Mike my Friend. My heart goes out to him and you during these uncertain times and the tough tough days ahead. As of yet, I have not had a round with cancer; although, my husband has, and I now refer to him occasionally as "My Miracle." 

    I'm glad you got your share of sex as well. Can you imagine if you had waited until you were married?! Well, No sex for you buddy!

    Hugs to both of you,

    Simone

  • Great words, Mike.

    Thanks for stopping by and hope you have a great holiday season!

    Your ol' pal,
    kaz

  • Happy Messiahmas!!! :sunny:

    Michael, you words always seem to move me. I especially enjoyed "Christmas Spiritual" and will say a prayer for Joel tonight.

    May your days be merry and bright!
    Steve :spinning:

  • So sorry to hear about Joel's cancer recurrence.  You would think they could keep bad news like this until after Christmas----yet understand the need for quick action, too.  Prayers that this round will work!

    Love your profile pic!

  • Dear Mike

    First off I am sorry that you are alone this year.  Had I realized it we would certainly have found a way to get you here to celebrate with mine.  Christmas is such a huge holiday that fills my home with family and friends.  I love this time of year.  We shall have to plan for the future. 

    I shall have to find time to blog about all of the goings on.  I do hope that you find a little fairy to join you for Christmas.  Hint hint.  lol

    Secondly, my heart goes out to Joel.  I had so hoped that this round would be the one that worked.  Please tell him that my thoughts and prayers go out to him.  Tell him to never give up hope for even the hopeless have survived.  You just never know.  I hope that this will his last round and will be easier than the others.

    As usual your poetry provides those of us who are priveleged to read it a small glimpse into the complexities of your heart and soul.  Thank you as always for sharing them with us.

    Hugs
    Kat

  • RYC: Thanks Mike.
    I like Winter Solstice... the poem and the time of year. I don't know about Cancerboys... a very delicate subject for me, but a cause that needs to be explored.
    Merry Christmas to you and yours.
    Hugs, Tricia

  • My goal is to wish all my subscribers a Merry Christmas a Happy Chanukah and a Happy New year ( check all that apply).  I don't want to do the impersonal mass message thing, so happy holidays to you.

    Thank you for reading my site, it is very much appreciated.

    Much love, Laura

  • Hi Mike

    Thanks for your message , I want to wish you and yours a very merry Christmas

    hugs

    Frank

  • Hi Mike, I notice a resemblance between my Sanat picture and you?

  • Ryc: Glad you got to see the model display.:sunny: It has years of work into it.  :goodjob:My ex was obsessed with building models since childhood and was very talented.  :yes: Hopefully my son will be able to find a proper home for the awesome work that his dad put into it. :(   I know he really doesn't want to part with it he doesn't want it to get damaged when he moves out here. :wave: Anyway, Have a Joyous Holiday!!!:)

  • Felix dies Nativitatis !

    :sunny:

  • Hi Mike. Merry Christmas. I don't pray and don't believe in Jesus, but I do believe in and appreciate all the good his influence has done. Where would we be without him? Your friend Joel has my best wishes... you too, for that matter. Good heartfelt poetry!

  • But I think those additions would have helped a lot.

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