Spending one's time thoughtlessly is like throwing one's life away.
Using one's time constructively will certainly help one win the day.
Demetrios Trifiatis
22 September 2026
Tomatoes, watermelons, and grapes—
Do they seem to you merely as sustenance?
Within the tomato, flesh is shyly concealed,
Yet as it opens wide before you,
It imparts to you the truths of mathematics.
The watermelon blossoms into your laughter;
Within it, a synthesis of earth and plant—
A microcosm is born.
Never devour it at once!
Pay your reverence!
Only savor the entire universe within.
A shelter hotter than midsummer itself!
Grapes?
Clustered like tiny, dangling bells,
Do not pluck and consume them thoughtlessly,
Lest it be you who is consumed in the end.
This is a divine, sensuous intoxication
bestowed by God.
You're so good, My Love.
Many people will have thoughts about you.
If we fight against them one by one,
They will just fight back thoughtlessly.
Just pushing them away won't work.
You have your own career,
And you love your career.
When you focus on work,
You're totally shining.
Everything I have is actually insignificant
In our relationship.
I've also felt lost
Because of your brilliance.
But I know it's that light that attracted me
And guiding me to you.
I hope your light becomes brighter and brighter.
And my light becomes brighter and brighter,
Shining together with you.
No more rooms for others.
From henceforth on, I'm a serious bloke.
I'll never take another toke.
For today, I solemnly pledge
I won't say something to drive you off the edge.
I'll never tell another joke.
I won't proceed willy-nilly,
thoughtlessly, with words so silly.
I've turned another page
and learned to act my age.
My reception, I hope, will be less chilly.
I'll never hit your face with pies
or make you roll your pretty eyes.
That's all in the past.
I'm a serious man at last,
though prone to tell some lies.
Oh Moon, high above
Long associated your
Luminance with human love; your many phases
Simply uneven reflections, heated blushes of
Of our often less than perfectly performing hearts —
From your lofty altitude, can you give a hint,
Where has my love traveled? Since I drove
Her foolishly away, my heartstrings regretfully
Unraveling —
Dear Moon, can you not flash a code for me,
Project before me a hopeful beam that I
May follow? Give this foolish, remorseful soul
Relief from his own self-imposed hollow.
Please tell her of my longing, in your many dreamy ways.
Tell of my sorrow, clearer to me my own darkness, now in
Lightness days. Tell her using your best romantic displays.
Perhaps your graceful gleams will find a fond
Opening for me, if one yet remains in her distant
Heart? You, Mother Moon, bringing strays together, investing
Love's all – to see us then so sadly, thoughtlessly apart.
I am blaming it on weather
Feel a bit too old today
Sky is pale, the clouds gather
In cyclonic disarray
Clouds may tell about something
I’d prefer to stay untold
Before scattering to nothing
They hang over the old road
That goes down to the quay
With its bollards of cast iron
Not a single boat I see
Seagulls overhead keep crying
Why I’m here again, could be
Just a call I answer to
By inertia, thoughtlessly
Like an animal can do.
I don't know my father or my mother.
Do I see my sister and my brother
in this lovely garden here?
Who is the scruffy, scraggly stray?
Who invited him here, anyway?
(Oh, my goodness! Oh, my dear!)
I did not ask to sprout and be born.
thought the lonely weed, forlorn,
so thoughtlessly reviled.
About then, Jack Frost would arrive,
saying, "May the heartiest of you survive",
leaving only something wild.
Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively
Shadowing expectantly
As forethought always secondly
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly
Relentless and attentively
Aressting so effectively
Contented is left restlessly
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary
Concerning such complacency
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep
You were new and unguarded,
Thoughtlessly discarded -
You gave yourself for what?
Broken and badly shaken,
Used once and forsaken,
You could only cut.
A lifetime later, found, -
Your sharp edges were round,
Gorgeous as a pearl,
A woman so diff'rent than
One mistreated by a man -
That shattered, sharp-edged girl.
It must be a gripping tale.
I wish to know each detail -
How you became a queen.
What happened, I'd like to know,
But your beauty does not show
Those long years in-between.
Think First
Miracle Man
1/16/2024
Occasionally deep thoughts I’ve chosen to say,
and later these thoughts have brought me dread.
Previously hidden things, they usually betray,
and thoughtlessly spoken words can’t be unsaid.
“Mouth’s are a lot like gates,
usually open when they should be closed”
Tom
25 November 2023 3:06 pm
Looking through the overgrown past
Leaning monuments built to last
Names and dates covered with lichen and moss
Beer cans and wrappers thoughtlessly tossed
Overturned stones and four wheeler tracks
Where once was bowed heads and old backs
Tears disrespected and sorrows mocked
All because we got busy and then we forgot
Roll your eyes sneer if you want
But one day you will be in this spot
Life matters and so does death
Both should not be wasted and deserve our respect
A brisk wind rattles thin branches.
A small bird adjusts its stance
feathers ruffle just enough for stability.
it gives no attention to
this balancing act.
The bird is a wind-sailor, it has sea-legs
though it has never seen
the wind or the sea.
Nevertheless,
it thoughtlessly has adjusted the focus
of the universe once more.
Poetry often seems to choose
its poet, how words fly
out of the writer's hand, almost
thoughtlessly – like bats from a cave
at sunset, attacking paper, as would a swarm
of carnivorous appetite.
When I strut through the door-
It is time to celebrate the end of another day!
Feeling victorious for a moment.
Spending the evening telling myself that I am happy.
But I say it more thoughtlessly each time.
Feeling satisfied is the appropriate response to the end of the day.
It was a really hard day.
The hardest day ever.
I’m just trying to relax.
Because I worked really hard….
Instead I am feeling reckless.
Here on this chair.
In this silent room.
Every time I try to stand, I become dizzy.
It’s never the right time to go to bed.
I’m always in the middle of some trivial thought.
And I can’t seem to notice when one begins and one ends.
I eventually fall asleep in the middle of some argument.
I wake up in the morning.
But not to an alarm.
Which is good because I don’t have to work.
So I can stay focused.
And continue relaxing.
You achieved fulfilment thoughtlessly.
Deeply saddened,
Broken soul and bond.
You dishonestly left a once-thriving union, leaving wounds.
Your attention, tough.
Disappointment, hurting, and ignoring replaced liking and respect.
Depression is unforgivable.
Beware, for the soul you leave behind is valuable and caring.
Your anger will not move them since their commitment was beyond gentleness.
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