Short Defused Poems
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You can’t recall the stone,
Once it’s thrown
Emitted harsh words, can’t be defused
And Time spent, can not be reused.
Stress~
ticking timebomb;
found peace-
bomb defused.
02/22/2022
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A simulated consciousness
beyond our will to choose
Defying Einstein, Bohr, and Hume
where logic stands defused
The matter at hand can’t matter
when rules unwrite themselves
An order once thought preordained
—entropic and indwelt
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Finding a way out of the maze
Depends on how one is raised
Opportunity casually dressed
Laid in books fine print
Leaving choice up to you
Filling the slate with new
The better the information
Word relations
Applications
mesmerized
Shallowness defused
Heart staking spool
Oceans, woods, abused, confused!
Mother nature not amused!
Her bellies aching.
Mistakes we're making!
Time pollution was defused!
There is an old man of the ocean,
To marine life is his devotion.
We have to put right,
Marine waters plight.
Or suffer our own devolution!
Christmas
(dedicated to all my friends at PS. Merry Christmas to everyone!)
Christmas:
Angels’ trumpeting
Humanity’s rupture
Salvation’s hope
Into our soul’s crib
The divine light is defused
Indifference’s darkness
Disperses
Truth shines bright
Love reigns on earth.
Christmas:
Christ is born
Rejoice!
GOD our LORD still believes
In Us!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 December 2012
Shifting shadows sculpt ebony edges,
Inking boundaries 'twixt twilight and Dusk.
Light's tethered to shapeshifting silhouettes,
Highlights shadowed, defused differences.
Out of chaos, scattered structures conjoin,
Utilizing rays of a setting sun.
Etched upon the fringes of Night and Day,
The trees begin to merge with the background:
Time pauses, almost standing still, as Dusk
Erases the colors garnered by Day.
Not enslaved to the flow of time;
no peril yet for careless hands.
sealed and complete,
I picture it
off the floor,
a fragile capsule
packed with gallons
of linoleum spite.
to burn with it
the miles
up between us and flight
- but gravity, gravity
paves a path
to nearest harbor;
the egg lands on the catch
of my palm’s
bomb-hatch,
wingless.
defused.
a message maydayed to me:
are you tethered to the merest tock?
threatened by the slightest flick of wind?