This is the swan song for this page as the start up page for ElectricPoetry. The site is now completely hosted on my own server, and the pages that are hosted here, including all the original versions of a number of poems from 1999 to 2002 are accessible from the main site. I will leave this original page up, with a link on the new site, as a "those were the days" type homage, because this page still has a guestbook, links to poetry clubs, and webrings, and although all links from here will lead back to the new site, I want to hear the little tune for a while sometimes, and I won't be putting the memory eating graphics and plugins on the new site. If you came here from a webring, you can get back to this page by clicking: Original ElectricPoetry site and webring navigation. Click here. for the index for the site, or on one of the decades or other links to the left. |
From February through May, 2000, ElectricPoetry fought in The Site Fights, a web competition geared toward spreading camaraderie among webmasters. There was a link here to the Spirit Pages which I created for that endeavor, but had to delete the section long ago. The plaques to the left are all that is left of the partcipation in the Site Fights. Here is the link to "The Electric Poetry Club" on Yahoo Clubs, which is now eGroups called Yahoo Groups. The Electric Poetry Club had only eight to ten members at any given time, and I couldn't spend the amount of time it took to truly explicate and explain every poem I read there. It was a bit of a full time job, if I wanted to do it correctly. I don't want to take down the site because it still has some astute comments and divine verse from the few fellow poets who posted. The link to Regina's Castle, right, is to the website I created for Regina in 2000. There are some of my Last Love Songs, plus of course the poetry which was originally written solely for Regina, and now join the scores of lost love poems in my Book of Verse. |
Below Here are some of the plaques and awards I received when ElectricPoetry fought in in Feb. to May 2000. |
What am I but a poet ? 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 has evolved into this website, a more ambitious undertaking, which, as this new Millennium dawns, will truly 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 spans some thirty years, and will be chronologically listed at first. All current efforts, which are written on a computer keyboard these days, will be posted, and the archive will grow as time allows. If there is an interest, I hope eventually to offer my poetry books for sale over the internet. For now, as we are on the forefront of a new Millennium, 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 |
What am I but a poet ? |
poems prayers promises thoughts ruminations feelings yearnings winsome reveries whispers and words on white paper |
The collected works of Michael F. Nyiri |
an electronic experiment in art |
What am I but a poet ? 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 has evolved into this website, a more ambitious undertaking, which, as this new Millennium dawns, will truly 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 spans some thirty years, and will be chronologically listed at first. All current efforts, which are written on a computer keyboard these days, will be posted, and the archive will grow as time allows. If there is an interest, I hope eventually to offer my poetry books for sale over the internet. For now, as we are on the forefront of a new Millennium, 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 |
Below Here are some of the plaques and awards I received when ElectricPoetry fought in in Feb. to May 2000. |
these were my first spirit sticks awarded Feb. 12, 2000 by LadyLace and Dpatrol Kerrey, respectively |
The Library |
Michael F. Nyiri poet, philosopher, fool 1/21/04 |
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From February through May, 2000, ElectricPoetry fought in The Site Fights, a web competition geared toward spreading camaraderie among webmasters. There was a link here to the Spirit Pages which I created for that endeavor, but had to delete the section long ago. The plaques to the left are all that is left of the partcipation in the Site Fights. Here is the link to "The Electric Poetry Club" on Yahoo Clubs, which is now eGroups called Yahoo Groups. The Electric Poetry Club had only eight to ten members at any given time, and I couldn't spend the amount of time it took to truly explicate and explain every poem I read there. It was a bit of a full time job, if I wanted to do it correctly. I don't want to take down the site because it still has some astute comments and divine verse from the few fellow poets who posted. The link to Regina's Castle, right, is to the website I created for Regina in 2000. There are some of my Last Love Songs, plus of course the poetry which was originally written solely for Regina, and now join the scores of lost love poems in my Book of Verse. |
Soon I will silence this little tune, which probably caused a lot of computers to crash, along with all the heavy graphics, back in 1999 when I set it up. |
This is the swan song for this page as the start up page for ElectricPoetry. The site is now completely hosted on my own server, and the pages that are hosted here, including all the original versions of a number of poems from 1999 to 2002 are accessible from the main site. I will leave this original page up, with a link on the new site, as a "those were the days" type homage, because this page still has a guestbook, links to poetry clubs, and webrings, and although all links from here will lead back to the new site, I want to hear the little tune for a while sometimes, and I won't be putting the memory eating graphics and plugins on the new site. If you came here from a webring, you can get back to this page by clicking: Original ElectricPoetry site and webring navigation. Click here. for the index for the site, or on one of the decades or other links to the left. |
There is a lot of fantastic poetry published on the world wide web. Some of it can be accessed from one of these many webrings to which I am proud to belong. Go Exploring. |
