June 27, 2013

• ElectricPoetry: Two New poems

  

  the death of old age
  poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  06/27/13
  6:07 am pdt

  morning, broken, like an old cat stevens lyric
  verdant, full, yet somehow mocking and satiric
  in past times, hurting, yearned for health and peace
  now, emerging older, wondrin’ when I’ll give up life’s lease

  scaling life’s ladder, acquiring ease with age
  life’s book won’t close yet, not finished with this page
  feeling healthy, and peaceful, and really quite young
  in years gone past, could hardly reach the next rung

  mixing metaphors, remembring lovers, whores
  waxing poetic, although with waning wobbly shores
  tides turn out, the moon goes down, birdies sing in trees
  yet birdsong quickly turns to hitchcockian cacophanies

  gaining younger purpose as I age am I?
  will losing youth arrive, no warning, as I sigh?
  lifting weighty thoughts aloft on gossamer wings
  a brand new marionette with scissors snipping at my strings

  nightfall, in summer, fades so slow with silence
  inside my head bombarding feelings collide with violence
  my breath sucks scintillating clouds of free full air
  and sometimes I just wonder what I’m doing here and there

   

   

  “Or Else”
  poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  06/27/13
  6:35 am pdt

  Ah, listen to the the gentle strains of…
  Mendelssohn? Jon Bon Jovi? Pitbull?
  open air with earbuds only you can hear

  Or,
  bombast your boombox of yore
  frightening the passersby

  Or,
  Stride along the beach,
  ignoring the sand between your toes
  marvel at the crashing waves
  waving goodbye to obstinate
  purposelessness

  Or,
  walk amongst the pillars of
  the massive mansions of malicious intent
  trying not to hear the
  voices behind the walls

  Or,
  fall fast asleep
  dreaming of tomorrows
  which never arrive

  Or,
  boot up the corrupt computers
  which byte at your
  insignificant existence
  and savor your “likes”
  like it means something

  Or,
  Ignore
  this,
  and
  embrace that which matters
  even as matter
  is obliterated with ease

  Or,

  Else one can simply smile
  it gets so easy that it sometimes hurts
  so it’s all good
  if you let it be

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  BEHIND THE POETRY: I got to wondering this morning when I’m going to start feeling old. I’m working out now on a regular basis. I’ve been eating “healthy” for almost half a decade now. My weight is pretty much where I want it. I’m building up muscle, I don’t get tired or hurt anymore. Not too many health problems. I once wrote I’d be “30 by the time I’m 60″ and I passed that benchmark this past May 1st. One of my favorite films is The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, where the titular character “ages backwards.” These thoughts that as I age I’m somewhat invincible, and feeling better than in fact I did feel during my youth, when I abused my body with drugs an alcohol and didn’t care what I looked like physically, are what prompted me to pen a couple of poems this morning. Enjoy.  MFN/ppf

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