February 23, 1987 12:00 noon Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Poem for the New Year 1987

Don't get nervous chart the waters take your time
Eliminate wasted perusals and bad rhymes
The life that we live here's no crime
And no one promised a future sublime.

Hey, my friend, I'm so pent up and tense
I've tried but I can't jump the fence
Concentrate and I feel so intense
Hit the steel but I can't make a dent.

A wonder, I wonder, will wander along
To hold me, usurp me, let me sing my song
No matter where right is, I always feel wrong
Let a smile open hearts all along.

Have I seen your eyes in dreams
And have I kissed your tender soul
Have I held the rich warm
    cradle of your body?
Are you the one for whom I waited
for those lost and lonely years
And will I hold the rich warm
   cradle of your body?

Have you seen me in your nightdreams
Have my lovesongs caused you peace
Are you just a tired illusion
for my turgid soul's release

Would that I relax and take the world in stride
Exhale calm deep breaths as my time I bide
Inaction calms reaction as I swim against the tide
And will your eager arms e'er open wide?

Are you writing poems to me
Are you tired and sad and waiting
Can you reach the rocky shores
    of my tense body
Do your eyes massage my yearning
Does your care erase my pain
Will you reach these rocky shores
   of my tense body.

1987

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