For
several years, starting in 1967, I have written reams of verse,
then tucked them all away in volumes which have only been read
by a select few. Beginning in May of 1999, on my 46th birthday,
I began a Poetry section on my webpage, AllThingsMike,
which then evolved into the original ElectricPoetry
website in 2000. In January of 2004, I "published"
the current edition of this website, a more ambitious undertaking,
which, as this new Millennium evolves, is truly attempting to
chart "a life in verse" as was my intention in the
beginning.
Poetry is the lifeblood of my humanity, words which pour from
me like the water of life. By hereby posting this tome on the
internet, I copyright all words, and I would be thrilled to
hear from anyone who wishes to use a phrase or complete poem
on their website as an inspiration, as long as they put a link
back to this site on the page.
The collection now spans some forty years, and is listed chronologically
with each decade divided into years, and each year's worth of
poetry listed by Title and Date, which is a link if the poem
is online. New transcriptions are stamped with their posting
date. Someday, I hope to have series and cross referencing available.
Some of this exists throughout the site.
All current efforts, which are written on a computer keyboard
these days, are being posted, and there are links to the many
introductions I have written for the several "volumes"
of my verse on paper. The archives are growing as time allows.
If there is an interest, I hope eventually to offer my poetry
books for sale over the internet.
For now, anyway, whilst the site still stands, and for as long
as I can maintain the payments to keep it there,, I hereby dedicate
this website to artistic expression, and the broad canvas of
webcreativity.
A moment is a lifetime filled with wonder and passion
A lifetime is a moment in existence
We are all one, and one of the things which keep us sane is
our ability to love.
I love you all, and my heart beats a ringing song.
I reach out to touch humanity, and bask in the heavenly glow
of humanity's face.
Thanks for listening.
Michael
F. Nyiri
, poet 1999 (rev. 11/27/08)
November
2008 : Decades and Year page updates
In preparation
for the AllThingsMike 10
year anniversary in May of 2009, plus the fact that my
email address has been changed and I haven't updated this
site in such a long time, I have gone through the decades pages
and all the year pages for the
Eighties, Nineties, and
Aughts. A lot of these pages
had to have major overhauls, simplifying the HTML coding. This
site was one of the first I designed using Dreamweaver back
in 2004 and I've learned a lot since then, so the updates on
all pages are necessary. There is now a link on most of the
sidebars to the Blog's ElectricPoetry
Tag section, which lists ElectricPoetry themed posts in
descending order on my blog.
Introduction
Section contains Introductions to all the original "Volumes"
The 1972
Introduction to The Poetry of Michael F. Nyiri
Poetry, A Loosely Constructed Essay
Written
by MIchael F. Nyiri at 19 years of age in 1972.
When two
people meet, they notice only that outer covering called the
"skin" and only a "pinch" of personality.
They fail to realize that the one standing across from them
is not a walking doll, but a human being with fears, hopes,
achievements, and failures, a paradox on two legs, a ,map of
life. We so seldom think of others, we say we do, but we feel
sorry for ourselves even more so. The casual passerby who asks
for the time is as much a person as we are, yet we fail to realize
this. He has porobably fallen in and out of love, witnessed
tragedy, and pulled through an accident barely alive also.
The poet
accomplishes two things in this world of people. He writes about
himself and others. Writing about life is difficult, but it
forces others to realize people are "here', they are living,
they are alive.
No poet
is perfect. They all try very hard, though. A poem is a thought
or an emotion, expressed through the eyes of the poet. Some
poems are written in a month, a year, others in a moment. Poems
diagram a small bit of life. Each poem is a heartbeat on an
oscilliscope. Each poem is a small part of a great whole.
The poet
can only be biased. He can't help it. Even though he may try,
he only "knows" himself. He only tries to write about
others, and the poem only proclaims what he thought at the time
he wrote it.
This collection
spans a few years. When the poet is extremely young, he hardly
knows his own feelings. The poems are merely versed stories,
most with no content other than entertainment.
The poems
grow in insight with time. Some are bad only because they are
not understood. No poem is really good if it tries to imitate
a moment in life. The poet is extremely fortunate if people
understand what he feebly attempts to say.
A poem
may or may not rhyme, it may or may not have punctuation, or
strict meters. What it does have is one feeling or thought,
one bit of mind of the poet.
A poem
is only a group of words. They may be constructed in any number
of ways, but they only try ot convey, to communicate with others
one facet of life.
Whether
they succeed is up to life itself.
MFN 1972
