February 14, 2012

• Valentine's Day Wayback Post (from 2007)

  

  "After the Last Love Songs"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  © January 4, 1974 9:45 p.m.

  
  Yes, some can turn to everybody else,
  Pretending they're extremely extroverted,
  masking all their hopes in return for a date,
  But as I gaze upon
  all the young girls
  With their inward smiles and
  locked-up diaries, I find I'm looking for an open
  book-
  Not a page on Saturday night,
  But a novel to peruse with my existence.
  I will find her someday
  But until that time I'll keep trying,
  Wistfully writing my last love songs to her
  And hoping someday she'll pick one up
  and read

  

  "Valentune"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  © February 3, 1979 3:05 p.m.  (newly transcribed)

  Let me sing for you a valentune
  In hopes to win your heart
  Erase all past disappointments
  And make a brand new start

  Hear me, sweet young angel
  Love so pure and fair
  Let my song enrapture
  As it travels everywhere

  Simple gifts of kindness
  We oft forget, I fear
  And I forgot your kindness
  With the path I chose to steer

  How sad, in light of memory
  That I tried to blight your presence
  But even smiles which hurt me
  Express a warm transcendence

  I will sing my valentune
  In hopes to win your heart
  I wish to be made whole again
  No more remain a lonely part

  My voice will ring the heavens
  My words will wake the world
  And I shall not stop singing
  Till love's valentune's fulfilled

  

  "Chance Encounter"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  © February 21, 1979 5:45 p.m. (newly transcribed)

  Will empty waking hours compense
  the evening's satisfaction?
  Can one measure feeling through
  a physical attraction?
  Are we interrupting life for small
  But lyrical distractions?
  And does the echo far surpass the moment?

  Two chance encounters script the pages
  of a passion play
  The separation bars itself behind
  the doors by day
  And must I wait for some bright future
  door to open way
  Or may I touch you once again tonight?

  Comics laugh the tears away but tears drop
  just the same
  All the lonely people cry just who
  are we to blame
  Poets wish to fall for love but
  do not know her name
  And does one kiss ease pressure on the soul?

  One chance encounter taught me what
  I might have left to give
  Two chance encounters prove I have
  some more life left to live
  And I'm filled with wonder - whence the
  third encounter arrives
  And this time will it be
  again by chance?

  

  "Valentine's Mantra"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  © February 9th, 2006 4:50 a.m. pst

  
  Always alone and reflective, silent amongst bliss
  I glimpse The Spectre of Lovers standing blowing a kiss
  I arise to respond, but my care melts away
  And simple serene sadness puts a stamp on my day

  The time spent with false hopes races anew
  No destitute feelings, as the days turn so blue
  No soulmates or lovers appear at the fore
  And I never believe that I'll live loving more

  Then a year or two passes, finally happiness reigns
  I can hold her and love her, my emotion bears gain
  Many thanks for her kisses, unadulterated glee
  She crawls in my life with unabashed sincerity

  I know not if love is a life lived forever
  If The Spectre of Lovers leaves emotion to sever
  the ties of terrible times taken from living
  Or if love begins slowly, impressed with our giving

  My love once scattered cleanly and surely away
  But twas coddled by circumstance, returning this day
  And growing to fullness, with gladness sublime
  Exhaling pure feelings, back and forth throughout time

  In the past, alone, waiting, but never found love
  Looking throughout lifetimes, below and above
  But love found me wanting, and kissed softly my cheek
  Now I thank her most sweetly, through passionate weeks

  The past is a sieve through which memory fades
  The pains and the sadness cut clean with time's blades
  But the flowers which bud and bloom bright on the vine
  Tell me repeatedly now you are my Valentine

  ---

  BEHIND THE POETRY: It is Valentine's Day , after all, and I've been writing Valentine's Day and love poetry for a long time. Here are a few that have been shown here on the blog before. The illustrations are from my Lovesearch section on my website, where I detail my two year long internet search for love. The image of me as the "white knight" with the horse is one of my earlier composites, and if clicked, brings up the original size. I think it's one of my more impressive pieces. One of the themes in a lot of poems is "after the last love song", a phrase which shows up in roughly a dozen poems. This is only the second to use the phrase, from 1974. I was "only" 21 years old, and I still think this is one of my better efforts. Interesting note. In today's world of computers, the internet and blogs, I doubt if there are a lot of girls whose diaries are "locked up" anymore. I love the word "Valentune" which I'm pretty sure I made up. (This poem on my 2006 entry comes up 5th in a Google search.) The word has shown up in a number of my poems. "Chance Encounter" was written for a neighbor girl I felt I loved back when I was 26. Two times she had "dropped by" and the poem wonders if she does so again, is it by chance, or decreed by kismet? The final poem is last year's (2006) Valentine's Day poem, and appeared here on the blog soon after it was written. Below: The 2008 Valentine's Day poem. 

  Another Depressing Valentine's Poem
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  Valentine's Day, February 14th, 2008, 4:25pm pst

  
  Well here I am alone another Valentine's Day.
  I'm sort of glad it's overcast, and clouds are in the way.
  For years I hoped and waited for the girl in dreams to come.
  I polished up my life and blew my horn and thumped my drum.
  She never came around, I don't know why nor understand.
  She must exist I tell myself as I extend my hand.

  Yes, here it is again, a meal for one, a day for tears.
  Another poor sad situation like it's been for years and years.
  Are you still out there muse, and are you young and pure
  Or are you old like me, and still alone without a cure?
  Will we ever meet as fate allows in dreams and books?
  Or do we fail to see each other with our glancing looks.

  Another day for hearts and flowers don't you know
  Another cause for celebration of the love we grow
  But since I never knew you and you failed to come to me
  I really can't explore a love with just sincerity
  And so I sit here, pen in hand, attempt a meager smile
  I'll say I'm still awaiting you as I have been all this while.

  Well here I am alone another Valentine's Day
  I'm sort of glad it's overcast, and clouds are in the way.
  I've looked at clouds from both sides now, they are not what they seem
  And if you love me as I love, then this must be a dream.
  I'll close my eyes, and brave the rain, and blow a gentle kiss
  And crawl into my bed alone, as ever come to this.

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