December 22, 2006

• ElectricPoetry Post: Christmas 2006: New Poems

  

  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.

  

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