Thursday,
May 28, 1981 5:50 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Unadulterated Reverie"
Names which have no abstract relationship
to
each other than the collectivism of experience.
Saturday Jim ate a bad sandwich
John got a job
I felt it was mentally impossible to go
back to mine - ah, life...
We're all heading down a road (what
a cliche)
And signposts in the distance cannot be read
So we listen with interest to what
the rubber faced gas station attendant said
And we travel forward boldly
'Kissed by the
Ever-reluctant muse, he
Views his love as an absolute
Inspiration in him is a machine
Never letting up, keeping him afloat.
Lifting him beyond the highest criticisms
Yet keeping his feet rooted to Earth
The deft muse sparks his very
Life as he makes his mark on the
Evermore."
A gathering of Friendz once forgotten
And always remembered
"Just as he thought he might
have
Answered his question of life
Minions hold him back
Embracing
Solitude once more
Whence a muse calls him to her side
'Zwounds, he cries,
"Alas" and he hinds another friend
Blessed are they who care.
Every word in his book
Lives brightly in my eye."
An open space on a darkened night
Memory in a blackout
Words whispered without knowing
But always true
"Mustered into reality by incredible
courage
Erhard seminars training notwithstanding
Lives a muse by her own right
Alive, warm, understanding
No one can tell her what
Is not already known to her
Everything is experience
Wise beyond her conceptions
Illuminated by a vast desire
Life guided by smiles
Love conquered by maturity
Inspiration
As I gaze in her eyes
My reflection is
Smiling."
Kevin asked me if I remembered how
to smile.
I do, Dear Lord,
and thank you.
Michael F. Nyiri, "the electric poet in everybody's lives lives on"
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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