December 13, 2007

  • ElectricPoetry: Some New Poems

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    “Marking Time”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    December 13, 2007 6:06 a.m. pst


    Meandering moments bring such wondrous joy
    A crashing wave against the shore
    Sunlit gardenias with smiling petals
    Fitful starlings chirping with abandon
    The grinning face of a stranger

    Moments which register with fleeting yet reverent memory
    Ready to be summoned to the forever

    These moments can cause pain to flee
    And morose dalliance to disappear
    And in time, they too will be gone
    Because they are only moments in time
    Tricking our observance with their timeless wings

    Uneventful seconds tick with purpose
    Yet our purpose seems sometimes stifling
    Or swept away with boredom’s broomstick
    Random special moments amass past preciousness
    Becoming errant reminders of fleeting lives

    We forget each special moment as it flies by with ease
    And rarely does sweet recollection seem to matter

    Moment after moment lasting long into our existence
    Collecting the terrific, the tremulous and the trite times indefinitely
    Each specific juncture becoming forgotten in the mix of time
    Until all become weak silent conscious reminders of mortality
    And we tend to forget the moments and can’t remember their certain distinction

    Fleeting moments cease the rushing tide of our lifetimes
    If only for a moment, or else we’re only marking time

     

    “The Returning of Christmas in Southern California”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    December 13, 2007 6:32 a.m. pst


    A million little white lights strung along countless eaves
    Icicled pretenders twinkling in the dark
    Inflatable Santas riding Harleys and wearing flip flops
    Giant snow globes resting on  brown green lawns
    Christmas trees fashioned from plastic and steel
    Heavenly angels looking skyward into cloudless blue

    Here and there an almost forgotten Nativity scene
    Dusted off and displayed, even with the nicks
    on the Baby Jesus’ body
    And Melchior, the slightly leaning Magi
    almost toppling into the styrofoam pillars

    Eighty dollar douglas firs peeking from
    plate glass windows in the McMansions,
    draped with designer decorations
    bought in mass from the local Costco
    Under which piles of boxes from
    WalMart and Target and Kohls
    make ready to be opened on Christmas Day

    Outside in the cold clear night
    the partially bundled homeless patrol the streets
    collecting cans and bottles from the
    mismatched trash cans on the curb
    For them Christmas is just another day

    And on that day,
    Thousands of Razor scooters and new bicycles
    careen onto the freshly slurried macadam
    on countless Southern California streets
    and the smiles on the children seem genuine
    If only for a moment.

    Then the sun falls into the horizon,
    The broken toys and the dying Eighty dollar firs
    are collected by the side of the road
    with the mismatched trash cans on the curb
    and the partially bundled homeless
    continue their patrol unabated
    as Christmas Carols fade into the darkness for another year

     

    “The Christmas Dream”  
    a Cathy poem
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    December 24, 1978 12:15 p.m

     

    Listen to the happy children
    Ecstatic voices
    Open the door and smile
    Listen to the same music
    Write a poem
    My world

    Sleighbells in the mind
    A wonderful large tree
    Adorned with love
    Quite a few people
    Endowed with spirit
    Your world

    I long for your world

     


    “Christmas Spiritual “
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 
    December 21, 2004 : 4:58 a.m. 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.


    BEHIND THE POETRY:  The first two are brand new. I just wrote them about an hour ago. I hope the message in “Marking Time” is a positive one for most readers. So often time seems to go by so fast, we seldom think of time passing as a series of eventful moments. Sorry for the somewhat dour tone of “The Returning of Christmas in Southern California”. I can’t help but notice the juxtaposition of all the decorated “McMansions” with no hint of humanity at all, who are hidden behind closed doors, while the only people on the scene are those who cannot enjoy the holiday at all. The third selection is a “Cathy poem” from 1978, and the last is from a particularly poem heavy year, 2004, and is a bit more hopeful in spirit. Happy Holidays from AllThingsMike. MFN/ppf.

Comments (16)

  • You always write beautiful poems, Michael.  I’ve never been able to write poetry.  For some reason, I’ve always had trouble expressing myself in words to say exactly what I want to say.  Hope you have a Merry Christmas over there!  (((Hugs)))

    P.S.  Totally cute profile picture, too!  Love the Christmas theme!

  • Lovin your profile pic as well Mike…
    Your last poem here seems to be my fav.
    I read the first two earlier today…and they
    both fit my mood of the season, I think because each of these two
    are reflective of life and time we are living now.
    The Cathy poem…however short…is quite reflective in a huge way.
    “Happy Holidays Dear Mike”

  • ::pounce:: There you are! You know, it’s been so long since we talked! You and Pearl are my first two Xanga friends quite a few years ago now! I know you dislike it when people come in here, leave a comment about some RYC somewhere and not mention anything about your blog entry (See? I remember!) and forgive me my friend for that is what I am going to do tonight… better that then not stopping by at all.. no? It’s been a busy day and I am not done yet and tomorrow I am leaving town for the weekend with the tribe so… forgive me for stomping on a pet peeve of yours but I had to come give you a hug! I looked for a mini that had the clouds you so love but not cheap flowers will have to do, they grow under the clouds so that counts right? Hope all is going well with you and I will come back early next week and catch up on all of Mike’s World then.

    hugs, and sunshine behind clouds, and all good things to you!
    Brightest Blessings
    me a.k.a ~*~Wren~*~

  • Great themed profile pic, and the presents of poetry.

    Merry Christmas, Mike!

  • Your poetry is always awesome

    take care,
    libby

    ryc.  thank you

  • Hey Michael!

    I love the poetry, as always! Especially good reading are the Christmas ones. Thanks for sharing your gift, and your thoughts with us.

    Steve :sunny:

  • Mike…….I really like “Marking Time”   very good…..RYC: I will burn a CD of everything in my audioblog and get it out to you on monday. You can credit me as Randy Van Otterloo………..van is not my middle name, last name is two words. I’m sure you knew that, but I need to make sure because in the past my name has been butchered like a cheap steer!

  • thanks for the nice comment you left me

  • “Marking Time” meandered a bit too much for me. I guess that was partly the point of it. Oh, Maybe not… well, maybe it’s my ADD.

    I liked “The Returning of Christmas in Southern California” a lot. Icicled pretenders was my favorite imagery, but I also liked how you paired wealth and stinginess,
    Eighty dollar douglas firs peeking from
    plate glass windows in the McMansions,
    draped with designer decorations
    bought in mass from the local Costco
    Under which piles of boxes from
    WalMart and Target and Kohls

    along with the usual wealth and poverty,
    Outside in the cold clear night
    the partially bundled homeless patrol the streets
    collecting cans and bottles from the
    mismatched trash cans on the curb
    For them Christmas is just another day
    .

    “The Christmas Dream” — The last line says it all.

    “Christmas Spiritual” — I love the line Memories fade with time, but gain luster brimming with Spirit. How insightful. I think the lines that start with My life becomes meager and insignificant and end with Feelings of fantastic regard and overjoyed with gladness would be more poignant if they were more imagery and less telling. The final 3 lines are an excellent ending.

    :goodjob:

    God bless you, too!

  • Your Christmas poems make me heart sick for sunshine…, we have had a week of dreariness, but sun is promised for tomorrow. I am sorry I haven’t been around much… after this week, I will be off for two whole weeks, and I am hoping to catch up. I love your Santa profile pic. I hope you have wonderful California holiday season.
    Hugs, Tricia

  • Hey Michael! :sunny:

    I just came back by and reread “Christmas Spiritual.” As I read it, I get the feeling of sitting in a dimly lit jazz club, with some light “Christmas jazz” playing, and see you sitting on a stool, dressed as you are in the profile pic. It’s a smoky room, so I hold my breath, and listen intently as I sip my coffee. Thanks for taking me there!

    BE blessed!
    Steve :spinning:

  • I adore the first two poems…nice work!!!

  • As usual Mike, your work is really good! I really liked the 2nd one, the return of Christmas to So. Cal. On a side note, you should never apologize for your work as you did pertaining to this poem. So what if it’s dour as you say? I thought it was very well crafted and carried a powerful message!

    Take care of you
    :hugs:
    ~*~Wren~*~

  • I love your blog! Check out mine? Don’t forget to comment! Come see all my thoughts, hopes, dreams, and opinions! And tell your friends on xanga, so they can comment too. Thanks!
    –poetrhyme

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