December 20, 2012

• The Poetry of 2012

  

  My ElectricPoetry Website was created in 1999 to showcase my poetry. Chronologically arranged by decade, year, and date, I pretty much stopped adding pages in 2010, instead adding a link to my the ElectricPoetry tag on my Xanga blog. Since it's the end of the year, I'm collecting all the poetry I've written this year in one place, in this entry. 

   

  In 2012 I wrote 7 poems. As the year dawned, I proclaimed it would be my best so far. However, I've suffered possibly more depression and less positive energy this year, particularly during the terrible times which have wracked the world and my psyche. I'm facing 2013 in a more positive place. I'm still (hopelessly, and forever) single. Just last night I shed tears again, asking the Universe why I have never seemed to gain comradeship with my fellow man, and find a partner. In 2011, I actively searched, and I socialized, but the group in which I eventually found myself was too full of younger folks who possibly used me (and my place) as a haven from their own lives with parents or strict housemates instead of offering me companionship and solace. The last friend I made in our mobile home park passed away two months ago. Two friends from the past also passed into the Universal Consciousness during this year. The carnage which (still) wracks the world upsets me and bothers me greatly. As the Christmas season occurs, I'm more apt to remember that on the 26th it's the 8th anniversary of a tidal wave that wiped out over 3000 people in Thailand. Still I plan to remain optimistic that both humankind and my own life will prosper and I will hopefully write more hopeful poetry next year. Michael F. Nyiri, the Electric Poet 

   

  "Circular Psychosis: Lackluster in Loneliness"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  03/23/12 5:11 p.m pdt

  When will companionship come?
  Why does love leave me alone?
  What ancient allure must these brittle bones bear?
  If affairs of the heart still exist I want some.

  How often must questions present?
  Is pure past all I'll ever remember?
  My "girl in dreams" disappeared and dire straights
  Replaced my climbing hopes with descent.

  I remain folly's fool with a smile.
  Age, wisdom and health hardly matter
  If when I ask questions I just talk to myself
  My life matters no whit all the while.

  The tears dried dire decades ago
  Past friends reside six feet below
  How often must questions present the dire straights
  While cold doubt replaces warm blood flow.

  I scream with no meanings again.
  Why does love leave me alone?
  I'll proclaim I am happy, hale, hearty and how
  If affairs of the heart still exist through the pain.

  The words drop disgusted, deluded,
  At the feet of the foolish in time
  What ancient allure could this hole in my heart
  Be decided, denuded, alluded?

  I walk out of the room railing at nothing in particular,
  As the myriad masses attempt to console me,
  Then, nodding affirmation, and bravely attempting a smile,
  I turn my back again,
  wipe the dry tears from my face,
  And face the night,
  Knowing at least,
  That a new day
  awaits
  tomorrow.

  I'll straighten my back
  Happy tunes I will hum,
  But tell me, Oh Lord
  When will companionship come?

  "Schizm"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  03/23/12 5:40 p.m. pdt

  Out of time
  Out of mind
  Overcoming obstacles
  Leaving memory behind
  Writing the same words
  Believing insane words
  Obliterating
  Obfuscation
  For the station master
  Writing
  Wrangling
  Forever forgetting fealty
  Are the ramifications
  Ready for the
  last supper?
  And have I had my fill of
  fulfillment?
  Did enlightened souls
  search for sanity
  while the cities burned
  and the butter churned
  and the words
  whirled down the
  drain of disgusting drivel
  I'm not done yet
  I've only begun to fight
  flatulent foolishness forever
  The clock stopped
  And I took a minute to think about
  what I'd been doing.
  Wait a minute
  Those sixty seconds of serenity
  Slay dragons of dialogue
  with the denizens
  of dilapidation

   

  "Around and Around Again"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  5:48 p.m. pdt

  Life was never simple, and simple pleasures never defined my life
  Making friends was easy, but easy friendships never really mattered.
  Driving fast on the highway of circumstance
  Allowing dirty windows to cloud reason,
  And without a map to any destination
  Used to bely bragging rights to oblivion.

  Now, as age creaks it's wrinkled head,
  smiling, cackling, bellowing in glee,
  The reasons pale beside the journey
  Reason was never simply pleasurable
  Pleasure never reasoned with lucid lagresse.

  Existence matters, as long as matter exists.
  Words still get in the way of the meanings,
  And meaningless mutterings hardly matter at all.
  Life was never a simple journey,
  The roadsigns got muddy and fell off their signposts
  I'm still driving fast
  And I'm still embellishing the journey,
  Even as the road gets longer
  and more perilous
  And the roadmap flys out the window of willing wonder

  Turn right at righteousness
  Or perhaps left in libidinous licentiousness
  Or maybe even stop for a moment
  And admire the circumstances
  which have put me here again

  And again.

  "Assessment Again"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  May 13th, 2012, 1:18 p.m. pdt (begin)
  May 14th, 2012, 6:42 a.m. pdt (conclude)

  The longer we inhabit our world
  The more hours, days, years clocked into our personal odometer
  The shorter our attention span
  The leaner our understanding
  The more we make attempts to catch up
  The horizon just keeps receding in the distance

  Memories so ancient
  Purpose so isolated
  Advice and lessons remorph into questions and mistakes
  As years creep unheeded into calendar existence
  Wisdom shines her lamp on the balding head of melancholy
  And laughs because we're forgetting what advice wisdom brings
  and only ask questions in return

  We don't want to make any more stupid mistakes
  Life wasn't going to be easy, we knew that
  But at least something was supposed to get easier,
  Wasn't it?

  Moreso the questions disappear yet remain,
  like an overused metaphor
  Elegaic diatribes, intelligent assessments
  Simply txt on the touchscreen of life
  I wish I could remember when I became disposable
  Culturally inadequate
  Unable to communicate
  Choked to perfection
  by a world I didn't create
  and hardly understood

  Did the inhabitants change?
  Or just multiply till they ceased to make sense?
  Did memory stay intact?
  Or did it slightly slip into shallower waters
  now evaporating

  No wonder wisdom maintains that at some point
  It's easier to close one's eyes and accept the inevitable
  I've been pondering the end since the beginning
  Typing the same thoughts into eternity
  And reading those same thoughts
  written by the scribes of lost memories past
  penned as they too
  approached the assessments of purposeless ponderings

  The cycle certainly ceases in serentity
  And on the other side of the door we'll perceive our perfection
  As I will terminally write, and as those before me wrote so long ago
  When their infinities stretched father than the horizon
  and before the sun sank forever into metaphor's ocean

   

  "A Dark Night is Slowly Rising"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  7/20/12 6:24am pdt

  Awaking to the morning
  After a night of clear, bright dreams
  We never know what to expect anymore
  As Father Sun rises around the world

  Terrible news instantaneously presented
  As soon as we tap our touchscreens alight
  Connected calamity indented
  Terror happens right here in plain sight

  Can a day ever pass without strife?
  Can a night soothe in safe slumber again?
  Or did days and nights always bear burdens
  Of bad news, bad taste, evil sin?

  Something is dreadfully wrong
  Something so powerfullly strong
  A strong wind is blowing
  And no one is knowing
  The terror is lasting how long

  Controls and restraints not the answer
  The righteous will pray to the sky
  But the evil ingrained in our nature
  Causes us to ask the eternal why

  I shudder for humanity again
  To the Universal Consciousness I pray
  The day's just beginning for this simple soul
  But it's a mystery and common sense may stray

  If we awake, we are safe so it seems,
  We breathe, perhaps a sigh,
  As we cry, and others die
  Terror lurks in both shadows and light
  And it hurts as it screams,
  As calamity sets in it's sight

  The evil in our nature turns the common
  insane
  The quiet kids and the bullied
  The intelligent and the sullied
  Has it always been like this?
  Perhaps it has.
  Instant news cycles compound
  terror's message,
  And that message is loud and clear.
  What do we as a society do here?

  And are we a society,
  Or a bunch of conflicted souls without direction
  Or somebody to listen to our problems?

  Evil begins as misdirection, misapprehension
  Mistakes of mammoth proportions
  And grief stricken collateral residue

  Once the trigger is pulled
  Once the mind sheds all common sense
  Once the other voices start to babble
  All is lost for those involved
  (And oftentimes the victims are innocent)

  The smoke clears
  As it always does
  And we open the door and begin the day
  And as always for humanity I pray

  "Softening the Edges"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  8:15p.m. pdt August 15, 2012

  on edge again

  powerful prickly

  never know why
  and it hurts

  precise painful perilous brittle cutting seething
  agony searing the temples
  pricking purveyors of the impossible
  ripping serenity from the hinges of my sanity

  why do I feel this way why
  ?
  what is wrong today
  ?
  it's hot
  yes
  it's stifling

  but I have an air conditioned soul, don't I
  ?

  I'm the electric poet aren't I
  ?
  rescuing wisps of emotion from the abyss
  no.....don't talk to me
  don't bother me
  my soul SCREAMS...
  get out of my way
  damn it hurts so much

  but then,

  too slowly to be sudden
  a cloud, and then another
  appear on the horizon of possibility
  questions fade with father Sol
  as He slowly disappears
  beneath the line of trees rimming my painful brain

  and I relax

  finally
  awestruck with the passing of circumstance
  aware and awake and alive again

  the questions become answers

  if

  only

  for a moment

  I don't care about past prickly painful power
  I only care about impending solace
  as the crescent of the baby moon appears
  and Mother Earth begins her rest for the night
  under a blanket of pink pulcrhitude

  goodnight my demons

  hopefully I shall not meet you on the morrow
  and the pink will soothe sensing sure
  and serenity will prevail again
  as she is
  and
  as she has
  during my yesterdays

  and tonight

  in the pink

   

  "Deadly Family Matters"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  10/26/12 7:45 a.m. pdt

  Human life so precious
  Every person special and sublime
  Whether by love or accident,
  families grow.

  Hopefully love
  replaces accidental circumstance
  and
  in time
  both love and the family grow fuller
  If not always together,
  at least together in spirit and celebration.
  Anger, allegiance, arduous times
  Togetherness, happy times and smiles

  People matter
  Family matters
  Although
  The matters of some families give us pause
  We are shocked and saddened
  surely sickened by sanquine reports
  of shootings and slicings and shallow graves

  A grave report of
  the state of humanity
  when family matters
  don't seem to matter to some
  And the heinous harrowing
  hollow horrible misgivings
  of seemingly normal people
  cause pain to all
  when they turn on their families
  or on the families of others

  We are all alone
  And yet we are all family
  For those who anger too quickly
  For those in so much pain
  the only solution seems to
  reign pain on others;
  For those about to claim
  that nothing really matters
  please take pause
  before taking matters into
  your shaking hands.

  Family matters
  to me
  to you
  to all

  12/12/12
  (a poem for all of humankind a week before (yet another) reported apocalypse) Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 12/12/12 6:30am pst

   

  if the world were to end i sure wouldn't
  and neither would you or would you
  you may believe in rapture, enlightenment or you didn't
  you may think that nothing you hear is really true

  you may have your questions and yearnings
  you may have regrets and recourse
  but as you have lived you've been learning
  no cosmic occurrence bends personal force

  the universe is bigger than the both of us
  we have faith cause we weren't meant to understand
  we while away our hours with depression or bliss
  we either shake our fist or extend a waiting hand

  the earth is just a ball of geology
  think of it as home away from home
  it'll stick around, it will be us who depart
  but the universal mindset maintains cosmic energy to roam

  If this spinning orb were to stop spinning
  If the gravity of this situation were to suddenly disappear
  If all of humanity fell off of the earth
  what a really strange end to such a wonderful year
  i began proclaiming this year to be the best one
  still i'm in debt but it's shrinking
  i'm getting older but who isn't?
  i'm grateful and alive i'm thinking

  i'm celebrating both the past and all possible futures
  the solstice always brings warmth through the cold
  my hand is forever extended to humanity
  as the endless story is never completely told

  the mayans stopped engraving their
  calendar i'm thinking
  simply cause they ran out of stone
  a solstice is a good place
  they were winking
  as they put away their tools and went home

  i'm home here on my planet this morning
  and who knows i may be buried some time tonight
  as the planets align, and we count nonexistent time
  we are universally together in our seeming plight

  and as the sun sets wherever

  i bid you goodnight

  (the new sun will rise tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and if the universe is willing so will i
  and so will we all, except of course those of us who won't)

   

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