December 2, 2008

• ElectricPoetry Post: New updates to ElectricPoetry

  

  May of 2009 marks the 10th anniversary of my AllThingsMike website. Section by section, I intend to update the complete website by that time. After a long absence updating anything except the blog, owing to the problems I had with ftp after moving my complete site to another server in August, I am in the midst of a whirl of activity right now.

  Each Decades page and most of the Year pages on the ElectricPoetry website have been updated. New transcriptioins have been added to 1981 and 1983. There are only a dozen or so poems to transcribe and then all of the Eighties poetry will be fully posted on the internet. Some new transcriptions have also been added to the Nineties section completing all poetry for that decade.

  I’ve also added links to all the Poetry of 2008 written so far this year and added a new link to the blog’s ElectricPoetry Themed Posts. (like this one) The previous passage appears on the main page of AllThingsMike and was posted this past weekend after I did all the work. All in all, I updated or uploaded over 50 webpages. My server’s bandwidth got a real workout.

  Following are some of the new transcriptions to the ElectricPoetry website.

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  “Poetry Returns”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Thursday, May 28, 1981 12:00 noon

  I’m sitting at my table basking in the
  undying glory that all of a sudden
  I do not seem stifled and words
  are coming out – maybe the wrong
  ones – maybe they don’t make sense
  yet – but I feel like maybe
  all the unfettered poetic sense in
  me shall ejaculate all over
  the printed page and I finally
  feel at rest – The Creator is
  creating

  when

  I hear the unmistakable sound of
  a Vdub and sure enough you pull
  up outside and I see you
  and for me
  that’s enough

  I could wave
  I could say hi

  but I don’t want to
  I want you to know that just
  me sensing your presence
  caused my heart to race a
  little faster.
  And now as you read this
  you might be able to
  read my feelings as I’m writing.

  You are out of the car, upstairs,
  downstairs, back in a moment.
  I don’t catch your eye.

  And I feel
  all of a sudden
  I don’t need to.

  For me that’s a positive feeling
  for me Poetry is a positive feeling.

  You showed me a little book
  On a printed page I read

  “It is much easier to ride a
  horse in the direction he’s going.”

  I understand that
  I try to do that
  I’ve succeeded and I hope the
  horse succeeds with me.

  “Try” is not a bad word
  One should never feel one has
  accomplished all there is to accomplish

  There are always new days ahead
  And new pages in life’s little
  book to be turned.

  We are the answers to our
  questions
  We only need to communicate our fears.

  
  “Ago, Now”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  May 31, 1981 9:35 p.m.

  
  I remember when things were easier
  You can also remember, my friend
  We counted our days in inspired erratic ways
  Never thinking for a moment it would end.

  I didn’t know then I would meet you now
  I didn’t care what I would feel
  It’s hard to relate and I shake with elate
  That I found out and you became real

  You are a poetess
  Your words are your poems
  Your feelings, your gestures, your life
  I feel for you happy
  I feel you as one
  And I hope that you never have strife

  I remember when things were simpler
  You can also remember, my friend
  We experienced samedays
  but in divergent different ways
  And now I want to experience
  the love that you send

  
  “Daybreak Time”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Thursday, May 31, 1981 9:35 p.m.

  
  It’s morning now
  I feel good
  The sad flew down the
  stairway with the 20″ fan
  I’ll never throw my life away

  I lock out my own privacy
  And kick in my door
  I’m not sorry
  For what I do
  When I feel intensities strike

  Look at me as I speak
  Gaze into my eyes
  I’ve felt what you feel
  I’m just not afraid to express it.

  Been out here all night
  You say I should stop
  And straighten up my life

  I’ll agree

  Destruction

  Affection

  I love you all.

  
  “Lesson in Communication”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

  January 20, 1983 8:00 p.m.

  
  When I relate my massive musings
  Scatter tales to test misgivings
  Only wish that words which mean
  Less than the words I’m using
  Used to mean.

  I only want to say let’s get together
  Let hearts which beat erratic
  beat in tune
  Please tell me if our spare sprite thoughts
  Are even in this moment
  opportune.

  If i would only laugh
  and point the way to coupled bliss
  Erase confusion with
  One thought provoking kiss
  Might come to this

  Poems sung at midnight let the
  songs be heard anew
  Please tell me if my spare sprite
  thoughts
  Might give me cause to think of you.

  
  “Untitled”
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 
  April 2, 1992 6:22 p.m.

  
  I’m feeling
  like I’m feeling
  And I don’t know what I’m feeling

  But I’m feeling so good
  Here with you

  I’m smiling
  Yes I’m smiling
  And I do know why I’m smiling

  Cause I’m smiling so much
  Here with you

  You know, I love you
  With a passion
  Filled with force
  So strong, my heart
  Is ripped apart

  Let endings be like endings
  let us
  forge a brand new start.

  
  “The Bad Guy”
  poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  October 11, 1992 1:49 p.m.

  
  I’m shaking like a windblown leaf
  Shivering with pain.
  Head aching like a searing poker
  has been pushed through my brain

  “I’m not the Bad Guy” you scream
  And I never believed you were
  But if you want to leave
  Then I do too.

  I liked my life
  I had no regrets
  And what regrets I’ve had in my life with you
  I’ve learned to cover up.
  I’ve learned to cope with you.

  Well maybe I haven’t learned enough
  As you close the door behind you.

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  BEHIND THE POETRY: “Poetry Returns” and “Ago, Now” were written in 1981 about about Melanie, an old girlfriend who was into est and other life affirming practices. “Daybreak Time” just brought back the memory of it’s subject, when I transcribed it this past weekend. It’s a nakedly honest assessment of my drunken behavior at the time, right after I threw a box fan down the apartment stairs and locked myself out of my apartment for some crazy reason. “Lesson in Communication” from 1983 is probably the best of this bunch in structure. 1992′s “Untitled” and “The Bad Guy” were written about Pat, I transcribed a few more poems I wrote when I was with her and they can be accessed from the 1992 page but they were too depressing to post on the blog. MFN/ppf

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