February 4th, 2004 4:39 a.m. pst
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri


"Valentestimonial"

Poem for the New Year 2004
The Outline for Existence



Last love songs sang a valentune for the ages
Many missed opportunities, many tear stained pages
Words calculatingly caressed the tenor of my soul
But there was nothing solid there to pay love's wages
And my broken body never could be made so whole.

In the beginning, when younger I felt electric
Penning youthful wisdom with a naivete eclectic
Muses gathered in the dust at my feet with purpose
I could gear up for a life of wishing frenetic
Feverish gales of love would wash over us.

Us didn't exist at all, and the years silently passed
More words than can be counted, and no love song was the last
The moon fills and wanes, and I stay in life alone
A vessel filled with life and love, emotion's iconoclast
No love was lost, no hearts were broken, save my own.

The present arrives and the lines on my face increase
Did I stop looking, I wonder, did the search for love surcease?
No, a personal note, none fulfilled, but I yearn
For Cupid's arrow to sting, and to pay love her lease
And I want to feel the ecstasy of the sting and the burn.

But now as I exist in this extreme time and tide
Simple love rhymes seem sorrowful, subtly filled with pride.
Mankind seems to have stopped loving, this isn't his behavior
The last love songs for eternal bliss seem to have died
And Cupid's arrows seem now to be what mankind needs to savor.

Last love songs sing a valentune for all time
A wish that humanity would find a common ground to share
I might find the love I crave, I might find the time to rhyme
But a global love would be a wondrous gift to share.

 


2004

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