February 23, 2007
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ElectricPoetry: Poems For the New Year 2007
“Sometimes it seems that, indeed, I am merely writing the same poem again and again”………….MFN
“A Late Poem For the New Year 2007″
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
February 23, 2007 6:38 a.m. pstYet another stone in the path of existence
A brick in the wall of life’s bold persistance
Steps in what hopefully show to be paradise
Years pass and years pass with scant time to criticize
Old mantras chanted or new rules remembered
Another February disappears among the embers.Look in the mirror of remembered reality
They who return the gaze laugh at the fallacy
Even the shape of the head’s not familiar
More tis the pity, the whole image peculiar
So forget when dire memory cries out in pain
As we know it is apt to again and againCalendars ceased to appear on the walls
As pages fell faster than speeding pinballs
The careworn lines creasing the skin show dismay
A fleeting remembrance that life fasts away
A wan rollercoaster careens out of sight
Ne’er to return disappears in the night.Which means of course morning appears if on schedule
Advancing the year just one more day most faithful
Believe fill with promise, forget time’s great joke
Unburden the mind, and emerge from the yoke
Forget all life’s troubles, laugh away all life’s pains
Elbow aside life’s regrets, and polish life’s stainsSmash metaphorical mirrors and remove from the wall
Any form of reminder that time takes it’s toll
We shall live day to day, hour to hour, min to sec
Exist now in the moment, never bother to check
As the Poems for the New Year pile up in the tens
Leave the book open wide and keep ink in the pens“Poem For the New Year 2006″
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
December 31st,2005 8:48 a.m. pstI can clearly remember when yesterday held the promise of tomorrow,
And dreams were little more than hopes wrapped up in sorrow
The plan for life was written in the books of life
And chapters torn from bindings were the answers to harsh strife
I can clearly observe when the nightmares started appearing
When love and gracious living turned to fright and fearing
I locked the door to dismal doom and proclaimed love was ample
Yet looking over dusty dreams I cannot seem to find the sample
As each year dawns, the wrinkles show
Up clearer than sled tracks in snow
And mirrors stopped being friendly icons
But as years multiply let there be pleasant bygones
I face the unopened calendar with hope and substance
Opening the shrinkwrap on tomorrow from a distance
And in a week or two tomorrow becomes yesterday
And only memory’s understanding shows it’s hand in play
I write again my poem for the new year
Attempting to carve in stone a callout to my muse and seer
I stand naked to serendipity and fate, my friends and foes
And will see, as usual what this coming year shirks and shows
I resolve to pay attention to what is said and what is thought
I maintain that I will enjoy the things I have through lost time wrought
Again the minute hand of hollow substance rounds the curve
And out of harm’s way I hope my steady hand will swerve
I give a thousand thanks for life and hope, and dreams and love
For fateful fallow fickleness and God throughout and above
I stand on the mountaintop of experience and haven’t fallen yet
I said so many years ago I knew not what in life was set
And here half a century and a few years hence in life’s whirlwind
I don’t believe I’ve spent the time or sent all good will that I could send
So I turn another corner and I greet the day with a smile
And will not worry that what I don’t understand might upset me for a while
The tears will never stop falling on my cheek I fear,
And tomorrow and tomorrow I will again survive another year.The plan for life has not been set in solid stone, of this I know
And when my simple life has ended, let my thanks for this existence clearly show“Poem for the New Year 2005″
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Sunday, January 16,2005 7:50 a.m. pstReading my life like a tattered book of dreams, missing fragments overwhelm, intensify it seems
Another year, another tear, shed till the tears won’t come, and if you read between the lines, the story won’t be done.
The lines on the page, seldom mellow with age, and the mirror shows blotches and creases
Another old song, this one won’t last as long, and the memory trails till it ceasesI begin with a message, replayed in my head, undermining happiness, a portent of past dread
Alone arrival, another revival, resilient, repeated rewound, and when the mouth will open wide, out comes not a sound
Calamity and destruction are the daily interruption, and the meaning gets lost in the weather
One life comprehends, as realization descends, that understanding is the region of netherWith misdirection sublime in the extreme, I stumble towards tomorrow as if in a waking dream
Another year, another fear, falls till the brave mind wanders, and as the mind begins to fade, a fleeting sense of wonder
Will underwhelm reasons, that pass with the seasons, feeling restless and littered with doubt
The soul finds it’s voice, it just won’t have a choice, the cry starts as a silent soft shoutReviewing my year as a battered look at life, pages in the dust, and mirrors pointing at past strife
The thoughts coalesce, less or more, more or less, and sometimes thoughts spill out with ease, a hopeful sweet caress
The lines intertwine, and they’re failing to rhyme, but the mindthoughts are fertile and bursting
Another year passes, fleeting, faster, and fastest, I’m never sated for lack of the thirsting
Comments (11)
Hi Mike,
Nice; posting poems from the three past years. While there are some similarities, I have also noted progress, your “exist now in the moment” is the key. One of my older posts, on another site, was the short poem :
Suddenly the decades drop away
Catch the moment while you may
No sense adding to previous regrets by shedding more tears now. Just accept the past as a lesson to help you be where you are now. Change, tempered with hope, gives a reason for going through experience with the knowledge it brings.
Just some genreal thoughts from reading your poems.
~ Peace ~
You know I love your cadences and your strong command of the meanings of words. I love it when you find the precise word to describe what you mean to describe. At the same time, the word sounds tasty; you can roll it around in your mouth. Your poetry is a language of its own. It sound natural. Love the musical references, too. Well, bricks in the wall and such. It’s part of what you always do. Music is part of your soul, and I love it. I’m back from my trip, and “mistakes” have been on the brain. It’ll be a fun II Post when I get to it
What I have come to understand is that time is fleeting, at a rate I can hardly keep up with, I wish for spring, but I don’t because I know it will be over soon and then more time has gone by… what a conundrum. I like the poems.
Hugs, Tricia :wave:
RYC ~ I’m a bit pressed for time at the moment but regarding the video… that is one of the better and more cleaned-up versions. Even the original vhs wasn’t that good. considering the conditions it was recorded under… i’m impressed lol. But yeah… it is long. I figure most people will not watch all of it but the presentation is very powerful. thanks.
I’m glad you appreciate my comments as much as I appreciate yours. Thanks for fixing my “perennial.” (You misspelled “eyesight” “eysight” in your comment, but it was on the left side of the keyboard, so I forgive you
I did eat a lot on my trip, but I never felt that I ate to excess. One of my aunts is really thin. She works out a lot to keep her shape, but she eats like a horse (and, honestly, her face looks a little horse-ish). With all the running around, I’m sure I came out about even. I need to jump back on my New Year’s resolutions, even though I didn’t make any. Lent is like my belated New Year’s. When I told one of my uncles that I gave up soda and ice cream for Lent, he was confused. He asked if I hadn’t given up practicing Catholicism a long time ago. I had, and I told him so, even though I was happy to be back in the Church on Thursday. I told him that Lent is my abbreviated New Year’s resolution, and for some reason it’s easier for me to actually do, probably because I know that when Easter comes, that ice cream is going to taste reeeeaally good 
Peace, Mike.
We ALL write the same things over and over again…
(that’s why it’s advantageous to have an extensive vocabulary!)
RYC: The following Tarot cards refer to life beyond death: The devil The Tower, The moon, The star, The last judgement and the Universe (World)
I am writing a Tarot Life Cycle entry which will explain this better. I have a draft already but want to sleep over it before posting it….will let you know when the post is up.
‘support our troups, send them home’ couldn’t say it better myself. I’ll get back to you soon!!! (I keep thinking of the song ‘bring him home’ from ‘les miserables’ – i pray i never have to go through that – son in the AF)
Wow–I’m not only impressed with your lovely poetry, but that you wrote it so early in the morning! I couldn’t write my name that early, let alone something so eloquent and meaningful.
Word craft and the reflection it involves is an excellent way to welcome a new year.I think learning to really live in the moment because we must is one of the benefits of getting older.,
RYC Thats one spooky sounding five year old ! How we do it? She is the odd child who does not own her own computer but must use one of two in the family room which are password protected….,and she has no cell phone ,and gasp no playstation ,or TV,,although there are two in the house.She does have an ipod and a piano and a guitar and a saxaphone and plenty of art supplies .She is currently venting her frustration on the piano ….having just informed me all her friends get off my station before she does her homework to which i countered…logically start it earlier….I am a mean mean woman:),,I mean’t my space..no kids are on my station… since i don’t have one…