August 28, 2008

• ElectricPoetry: Some From the 80s and a New Poem

  

   

  "Untitled"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  April 20, 1980

  
  A Cool assuring wind
   streams thru my window
  The hours stack in endless rows
   of time
  Your presence only served to
   help my hinder
  By reassuring only you can
   help me rhyme

  A thought, it shudders at
   the awful lacking
  I feel when I feel
   I cannot feel you
  The days continue in their
   game of stacking
  And now as if I'm rhyming
   fast with blue.

  You're the vision I'll keep tonight
  But you'll be with me

  as it should be

  I still

  love you

  God*ammit

  and

  I look at girls lke Karen and
  Robin and I feel I can love them
  and I might even try
  but
  Catherine
  I never tried with you
  there's something special

  that I'll never feel

  but Catherine, please believe me
  A poem
  has to
  rhyme
  and
  I
  rhyme
  with
  you -

   

  "Can't Let It Be"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Thursday, May 28, 1981 11:20 a.m.

  
  I'm trying hard to understand
  The coal-black embers have already been snuffed
  The fire lived brightly for seconds
  There was magic in the moment.
  I looked in her eyes and if my
  Passion wasn't playing tricks on me
            like it has so often done in the past
  I swear I could see a little of me
  reflected.
  But she said I analyze things too much
  Just "let it be"

  I can't let it be if I don't
  know what it is.
  And I'll never know what it is
  until I sense that ultimate reflection
  And then we won't even need to care
  Because it will "be".

   

  "Afternoon Tipsy"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  August 2, 1983 2:30 p.m.

  
  My observations are poured
  into a very large champagne glass
  along with what I read
  The words bubble around the
  pictures
  until an opinion bursts at
  the edge of the glass

  The only problem
  is that I get drunk with knowledge
  in the form of observations and words

  Meanings garble unnecessarily
  Pregnant pauses for refreshment

  But to drink in excess leads one
  eventually to unconsciousness
  Pregnant pauses pass out.

   

  "Piston Love"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  May 21, 1984 5:20 p.m.

  
  Everytime they make it its just Piston Love
  Feel alive overdrive Piston Love
  Rocket jet don't come not yet
  Drop a note forget to float
  It's Piston Love

  Automatic gears turn
  Up and down oil to burn
  Lubricate no time to waste
  Every time they make it its just Piston Love

  Everyone I meet's involved in Piston Love
  Over out smile don't pout Piston Love
  Eager eyes synchronous sighs
  Look at me eyes wide with glee
  Its Piston Love

  Autoromantic gears mesh
  In and out in the flesh
  Lifescenario its the way to go
  Everyone I meet's involved with Piston Love

  What ever happened to romance?
  What ever happened to locked liquid eyes?
  Was this Piston Love or a missed chance?
  Could we ever experience shared sighs?

  I want to meet and make it with you
  Piston Love
  I want to make it up to you
  Piston Love
  I want to stop the car
  Don't want to go that far
  But everytime they make it
  It's just Piston Love.

   

  "Overused Verbiage"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  August 28, 2008 6:30a.m. pdt

  
  I love you, scream the downtrodden and despaired,
  hoping for a little love to look into their eyes
  overused and overripe
  they just won't hear those words tonight
  and so they mope
  and dare to hope
  and climb a little farther up the rope
  they dream about the love to come
  but fail to feel the love in some

  I love you, claim the uberenlightened and contented,
  in deep denial but wating for the right time and tide
  overused and overwrought
  they cannot pay and can't be bought
  and so they cling
  and try to sing
  but no love to their life can bring
  they dream about the love to come
  but fail to feel the love in some

  I love you all, I want your love
  I cry to heaven up above
  did we break up, or did we ever couple
  was love the pin that broke the bubble
  I've loved, despaired, content, surprised
  I've seen the love in other's eyes
  but never saw myself reflected
  and so with love have not detected

  overused and overdone
  love takes two and I am one
  I love you, dictate peers and pawns
  across desolate landscapes and well trimmed lawns
  I love you, I will cry from here
  and maybe someday you'll come near

  ---

  BEHIND THE POETRY: This entry contains a few poems from the decade of the eighties. More poems from the 80s are HERE on the ElectricPoetry website. "Untitled" is a later "Cathy Poem". I was still pining for the love of my life two years after writing her 60 poems during 1978. "Can't Let it Be" reflects upon Cathy, but also is influenced by Melanie, who became my girlfriend at the time. The "just let it be" reference is to the practice of "est", in which Melanie tried to get me interested. "Afternoon Tipsy" is an interesting metaphor. "Piston Love" is one of my favorites, written about the workmanlike sex which sometimes occurred during the "sexual revolution" in the late 70s and early 80s. "Overused Verbiage" is new, written just now. I'd like to point out that this year I"ve attempted to add at least one new poem to each "ElectricPoetry Post". This means I collect the poems I want to present, and then I write a new poem or two. Some of these are more inspired than others. The titular verbiage is the word "love", which is "overused and overripe". I didn't conform to any strict structure with this poem. It rhymes, but it is a playful rhyme, and I deliberately use overused words which have been written over and over forever. I don't write about love that much anymore, but lately I must admit to feelings of lonliness for female companionship. I conclude the poem with a familiar refrain, "maybe someday you'll come near." MFN/ppf

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