Preoccupation
The brain is a miraculous oddity
Roaming at will, out to play,
But returning to sober reality,
Preoccupation stilled for focusing
On the must-dos of the day.
Ah, but then there is that flower,
That beautiful bromeliad,
And the mind preoccupies to the child
Who thought it would make her glad.
Repot it to a larger container
And she’s diverted to that task,
And the chicken breasts remain uncooked,
The brain is a miraculous oddity.
Where is the potting soil?
Preoccupying itself with raw chicken,
While the house goes unkempt,
Wandering to wonder where is the parchment,
Humming a song about children and flowers.
The brain is a miraculous oddity.
Categories:
preoccupying, how i feel, humanity,
Form: Light Verse
The stars above like dust arrayed,
their glow resplendent in the theme of night—
as remote to me the heavens, the drone now of my
footstep’s cadence compels me onward.
I urge my stream of thought again to reconsider bygone years—
and review in sorrow moments of regret I wish could simply evanesce.
A passing graveyard's dated markers make the past more vivid, and
as always there appears my own among them, adorned with gilt and guilt.
This sector of the cemetery seems untouched,
and painful stillness reigns until preoccupying words
if only somehow vanish from my mind, and absent these,
I leap joyfully to take my place at last unburdened midst the stars.
Dedicated to my dear and treasured poet friend Connie Marcum Wong, not so much due to content, as to its measured flow, which comes and goes in my work and over which I seem to have no control. Bless your days and nights, Connie.
Categories:
preoccupying, recovery from,
Form: Free verse
This sudden urge I've come to feel is
rapture at my gate
Not more on sudden than is subtle but
weary of this spate
Thoughts of dreams, realities obscene
and too depraved
Quite more on nightmares than dwelt
dreams yet dark and highly craved
Consumes my mind on vulture plains
devouring to ensnare
Despising law and hearts thereof
perpetuating air
Loosed in my twisted reasoning twisted
as in psycho strange
To understand this feeling you need feel
as do the crazed.
Constituting heart is a melody of nature
but as I hear it playing is my symphony in
gesture
As the organ sounds flows the flood of
tainted scarlet.
Leaving all but dense perfume and a taste
of cupcake velvet.
This wretched place I know is my bound
while I am bleeding
Not much bleeding as in breathing but
nonetheless demeaning
This occupation begs by night, entombs
me and enslaves
Preoccupying binding shadows, darkness
is my subtle crave
Categories:
preoccupying, character, feelings,
Form: Quatrain
SPIRITUAL STARVATION
Preoccupying oneself,
With
The accumulation of material wealth,
May lead
To the impoverishment of one’s soul
To the degree
Of
Spiritual starvation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 MAY 2013
Categories:
preoccupying, education, philosophy,
Form: Epigram
Though my feelings may be unrecognizable
I feel I know you.
The gentle sound of your voice is most desireable,
And you smile radiating a different hue.
The sway of your hips carry your impeccable style,
And your fragrance haunts my senses.
Visions of your silhouette walking through my mind mile by mile,
Preoccupying my mind leaving my heart defenseless.
Though we are furtherest from what each other need,
It still can't overcome my wants.
The want of your sultry presense surrounding me,
The visions of your beauty still haunts.
Reality has turned into a phantasm by me,
As I still celebrate the first time I seen you.
Though your eyes may see right past me,
My eyes see what is true.
Your beauty is impressionable,
Your strength is immeasurable.
If you think this poem is about you,
There is only way to find out.
Ask me....
Categories:
preoccupying, lovebeauty, beauty, may,
Form: I do not know?