The Poetry of 2015
ElectricPoetry
In 2015 I wrote 7 poems. This was not a good year.
In March I decided to "get my teeth fixed" and the resulting operation and implants caused me to fall into a deep depression. In September, when the implants were finally finished and I had a new smile, I bought a new car and began to get a better outlook on life. Not one of my more poetic annums. However, Legacy for Myself and Nowhere Man are two of my favorite somewhat recent efforts.
"Poem for the New Year 2015"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
12/31/14 5:15pm
Look, a squirrel
er
poem for the new year
2015
There's the two. I'm sort of getting used to it now
and aughts been around for over a decade
let that sink in for a moment or so
It's the 15
I had a premonition driving to work
(ah the commute, so mundane when
not
getting
into wrecks and such)
that
(the premonition)
this might be the year
I physically cease to exist
the annum I exit
the last words on the last day
then I shuddered,
made my left turn
and began thinking
more positive thoughts
or
at least making the attempt
what was I saying
?
words were voluminously important once
but as these decades keep piling up
I find I forget the words
and
(remember, remember)
so I tend to keep away from the pen
er the typewriter
I mean the computer
was it the words which fled
as (typed into the ether)
they
1. ceased to matter
2. became mere facebook fodder
3. couldn't be remembered
or are the memories the
words describe going to
disappear
as well
hence (as usual) a bit torrent of words
to mark the end of another decade,
er, I mean year
will I type 2025
2035
?
it's true
your mind seems to need to
forget some things as you
find these decades piling up
a bit faster than you'd
ever imagined
and you look on the wall
(or the screen)
and the calendar dates
begin looking strange
it's not the two
I knew
and not the aught
but
It's the 15
look, a squirrel...
"Legacy For Myself"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
started 03/04/15 5:30 am pst
finished 03/10/15 7:00 am pst
What will my legacy be when I'm gone?
I have no children, this life to pass on
I have not the funds for philanthropy
I'm just content to gaze at clouds and the sea
I'm a guy who takes pictures (and writes verses too)
I enjoy watching movies, and reading books through
Seems like I've always been there and here
As family faded, and friends fast fall from my sphere
I like to draw pictures, but they're only cartoons
No paintings or artwork or musical tunes
Will be left when I exit this grand mortality
So I question what will be my last legacy
When I die just sweep me under the rug
Never liked to be touched but I'll treasure your hug
The Universal Mind holds the godhead and cosmos, I know
So afraid of death, I'm not, It's the Universal flow
What will my legacy be here on earth?
I feel loved by a few, for what it's worth
Don't know if they'll miss me, or how long it'll take
As I lose my last breath and pull up life's last stake
For now and the meantime (as I've written before)
There's just too much life left for me in store
There's just too much to do, and so little time
And someday I still hope to find one to help finish my rhyme
You can turn off the internet I won't miss the distraction
You can take away my senses, my limbs, just a fraction
Of mighty existence, the here and the now
I'll write one last verse, cry one last tear, and how
Will the end be just like the beginning my friends
I am still aging backwards, childlike wonder it tends
The clouds float by easy, I hear the sound of the sea
And yet I wonder still, what will be my legacy?
"Nowhere Man"
poetry by MIchael F. Nyiri
04-28-15 6:00am pst
I don't have the power to heal the sick,
cure man's ills,
take your pick
My worldview may have once been inspired,
but after over sixty years,
I just feel tired
I have felt this deep pain,
I have cried for humanity,
to God's utter disdain
The words I have have written will never be read
The thoughts I have harbored have never been said
And I fear sometime soon I too will lay dead
and the winds will wash over my soul
yes the sands of time swirl taking toll
I seem only to preach to the choir
singing praises for a commonsense time
but optimism and spirituality are the themes of a liar
and nothing ever seems to make reason or rhyme
the rhythms are off and the poems rot away
the more feelings which crowd me the less I can say
upset and anger fill me with pain
and I cry for humanity
yet again and again
No I don't have the power to raise the dead,
walk on water,
ease the doubt in my head
My worldview gets darker as the days advance
Over sixty years
dimming positive stance
I still believe in a universal mind
Yet here I stand alone
Salvation never seeming to find
The words I have have written will never be read
The thoughts I have harbored have never been said
And I fear sometime soon I too will lay dead
and the winds will wash over my soul
yes the sands of time swirl taking toll
"Chessboard (b&w)"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
07-19-15 4:30am pdt
The lines were drawn, straight standing for years
Through bitter bludgeon, and raging tears
Squared off and sanquine, and squarely distinct
Through eons compartments no barriers chinked
The chessmen lined up, white with white, black with black
One moved to another's square, engaging attack
Vicious but orderly, eradication by design
War as a game, square by square, line by line
Existence as if each side is in jeopardy
Calculate chaos culminating in victory
One war shall end and another start quickly
The intent is insane and the outcome quite prickly
Why can't lines blur, and the colors converge?
Existence is not metaphor
Do the pieces go blind so that harmony emerge?
The battle seems sorrowful sore
Could the squares on the chessboard of life melt away
And the chessmen just stop this old game that they play
Mix up the pieces and march off the board
Peace love and harmony?
Would that be untoward?
"Love and Epiphany"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
07-28-15 7:00am pdt
Losing respect for segments of humanity
Over illogical and obstinate hatred
Verily, I've preached tolerance
Ever so long my heart hurts
Eradications, espousals of exegesis gone awry
Pluck one's confusions but not one's faith
I pause, take a deep breath and sing the
Praise of the Universal
Here, now, always, forever, beyond
And the little inconsistencies of life abounding
Never shall sway my belief in the human spirit
Yet daily life sometimes bears witness to madness
"Those Who Remember History"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
08-01-15 3:30pm pdt
Two months ago a treasured friend
passed into history
He favored history, he embraced history
and now he's become history
History is best remembered
by us all
and as long as I remain
a part of history
I shall remember our shared history
on the blogs
in cyberspace
and in heaven
My friend would hang out with me
at Socrates Cafe,
asking questions
considering the possibilities
embracing the wholeness
of eternity
Now he is able
to greet and ask
questions
of the
master
himself
Rest well, Richard
You came to me
just last week
in a vision
I'd been thinking
of death
and the fact that
it's not the
final curtain on our lives
just the end to the first act
I'll wait out the intermission
and join you in the
play of history
possibly much sooner than
I ever planned
but who knows
?
You wrote about the
last summer in Maine
the cabin you built
with your hands
and your will
before the hands
and the will
aged
I will ponder our souls
together in history
as I think of
Maine
in the summer
"Untitled"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
11-24-15 4:38am pst
We only know that He's prepared a place
And we know not it's real estate in space
At lif'e's short end a new beginning's nigh
Alongside Jesus with the Glory in Heaven's sky
This doesn't help to soothe us still alive
We cannot hold back grief a life deprived
Remember sadness full and sow thy bounty
Reflect on life's great mystery and beauty
One soul will fade from view but join with God
The everlasting promise forever told