Best Of Necessity Poems
Here I am, My Lord,
A hot iron,
On the anvil of necessity,
Waiting
To be forged by the hammer of destiny
That
Is following Thy divine commands
For
To shape me, into the proper instrument
Thy
Celestial Will, humbly
To serve!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 October 2015
A poet dips and plants
till a green appears from
the tip of his pen
no wonder
the old masters used a deep
well of ink to troll
pierced their boils of necessity
for a word-ooze,
painful pricks causing flows
of relief the poet's booze
intoxication appears
a magician's cape and wand
not so unlike writer-diviner's
hidden streams
our bent twigs, real and deceptive
poet, physician and fond thief
gifted with a scalpel
of confounding mystery and applauded belief --
What are we but vibrant green leaves in the foliage of the tree of life, soon to be turned brown and fall before others take their place?
What are we but fast-moving waves on the surface of the ocean of humanity, heading towards the shores of oblivion where they break up and die?
What are we but wandering clouds, chased across the sky of existence by the winds of necessity and consumed by the sun of voracious time?
Let us ponder for a while, my loving friends,
And
Let us try to answer this:
How sensible is it to waste our ephemeral life by
Hurting one another?
Wouldn't it preferable be,
more holy and wiser
Only love, us to harbor in our hearts and
Nothing other?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 OCTOBER 2014
This country’s sure got problems
Corruption, crime, and drugs.
And though we try to fix the world
The world just hates our guts.
But for all our woes and troubles
I still love the US
‘Cause compared to the rest of the world
America sucks less
They call us all polluters
With our Hummer SUV’s
But in China you can taste the air
And it taste like iPhone 3’s
You may hate our politicians
And protest what they say
But think about how much it sucks
To be Russian and gay
Our congress can’t do anything
Our senators are goons
But at least they were elected
And their name’s not Kim Jong–un
Japan makes better cars than us
Games and cartoon shows
But I saw The Cove on Netflix huh
And that was pretty messed up, bro
America, I love you, out of necessity
You’re not too hot and not too cold
And mostly not diseased
Compared to the alternative
You’re probably the best
‘Cause the whole world sucks
But America sure sucks less
Our economy is tanking
But we’re not as bad as Greece
Our fast food is disgusting
But Italy has maggot cheese
The NSA is spying on
Our emails and phone calls
But good luck finding WiFi
In some village in Nepal
Brazil is full of riots
Australia’s full of snakes
Mexico’s got cartels
And their water makes you crap for days
Dubai is just Las Vegas
Without alcohol or fun
And Africa’s in a post-colonial tailspin
Of genocide and oppression
I am so sorry for everything you guys have to deal with....Anyways,
America, I love you
Though you’re run by old white men
Republicans are a-holes
But at least they’re not the French
We’d probably get a solid B
If they gave the world a test
‘Cause the whole world sucks
But America sure sucksless
America, I love you
For your lack of murder squads
Your working indoor plumbing
And your mostly valid laws
In a world of mostly crap
America stinks the best
Except for maybe Canada
You guys have a pretty good thing going
‘Cause the whole world sucks
But America sure sucks less
All newborns move from womb to crib;
and toddlers leave the floor to play in yards.
Most youngsters go from home to school,
learning a new milieu some with ease.
Our kids both young and old contend with space.
While teens assemble, needing gangs and groups,
our college students age as they leave home.
The forest’s edge expands with chills and thrills.
Advancing purlieu dawns on us
the outskirts of our lives change over time.
The empty nest can normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
With marriage, having children need not stunt
our passage if we've learned our lessons well.
We welcome flux and look forward to tomorrow.
Grandkids will start the cycle anew.
Agendas set; when of necessity
we must retreat, forest calls us back,
we think goodbye, adieu slowed our bearings down.
In lieu of serving others, we now dread
being waited-on by younger souls
who'll take their mental notes. An empty nest
just helps pull the curtains on our clock and stage.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by, and
That has made all the difference".
The Road Not Taken. Robert Frost
We deem it normal for babies to cry when they arrive.
Perhaps it's the best indication that they are alive.
But in their minds, it seems they are issuing a protest.
Notwithstanding, it takes only a little bit of loving caress,
and, just like that, newborns succumb to affection and tenderness.
It's as if a baby accepts it by saying, "Now that I am here"....
What if we were just as adjusting when life presents us with the
unexpected? "Now that we are here" would be a calming and mature
manner of course. We will never know the difference our lives would have been or would have made had it gone just as we had planned or how we
had prepared for it to be.
Before now, I had not given much thought to what might be happening at
birth in the minds of the baby, but I believe that there is a God-designed element within us at birth that gives us an untrained instinct or hidden
desire to make adjustments when so required.
Sometimes, when we are drawn into places that are unplanned and unsuitable, or by our own intention, we have every right and a need to
protest and seek an exit. But then, there are times that we of necessity
must bow to the situation and say, "Now that we are here", let's make the best of the circumstance. Let's reevaluate and recalculate. Let's reconsider and recheck the GPS that God has given us.
"Now that we are here", who knows but what God has brought us or allowed us to enter this place, this season, this misfortune, for such a time as this?
Like newborn babies, let us indeed protest this strange turn of events. We
absolutely have been given a will, a uniqueness, and a mind of our very own.
By the same token, we must occasionally turn aside and say, "Now that we are here", what now? Now that we are here, a place we never intended to be or to go, what shall we now do? Does this way lead to my destiny? What new ideas and inspiration await us? I know whereof I speak, and I must say, mine has been quite a ride.
031923PSCtest, Now that we are here. Unseeking Seeker
I pledge allegiance to a dream
embodied in the fabric of a flag.
A flag imbued with hope
tarnished by fear
bloodied of necessity.
This flag, this weary tattered symbol
of what we strive to be.
Countless men and women
have bled, grieved, died
not to glorify a symbol
but to defend an idea, an ideal
keep our fragile hopes alive
make our dreaming possible.
This flag does not speak
It needs our voices
It does not weep
It needs our tears
It does not forget
it must mourn
those who swore allegiance
to its dreams.
John G. Lawless
©7/2/2022
One summer hot,
clear day,
It was time to deal with dirty laundry.
In silence,
with a countenance of stone,
unrevealing deep emotions,
things of necessity were done.
She hung bleached-white sheets
out on the line to dry,
then, turning to him,
her iron will broke,
storm clouds rose,
her eyes accused,
yet, all she could say was;
“Don’t leave.”
There is a comfort to the Sadness
There is a comfort
to the sadness,
not that it was
comforting,
more a realization
of necessity.
Oh, there were tears,
stories, followed by
laughter and melancholy.
A room full of emptiness,
mementos, a roaring silence.
I walk alone now,
no shadow leads
the way, no head
turns to hasten
my steps, waits
impatiently.
We had agreed -
one more summer
if he was up to it.
His days grew shorter
as did Summer’s.
It was his time.
I honored his life
by allowing him
a quiet death.
His pain draining
into me.
He will always be there
up ahead, waiting impatiently
for there is a comfort
to the sadness.
©3/4/2018
submitted to – Free Verse on Sadness (again) – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
At the moment we are but
wandering clouds chased across the
sky of existence
by
the winds of necessity, and consumed
by the sun of voracious time,
why
do we waste our ephemeral life hating,
instead of filling our hearts with love
sublime?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 November 2022
Lord be my salvation.
Lord be my salvation in times of necessity.
Lord be my salvation.
I am just a wretched soul in a perilous acquaintance looking within iniquity.
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord deliver me.
Lord deliver me from the purgatory I am confound.
Lord be my deliverance.
I know my worthlessness and I repress.
Lord to you I repent.
To the Lord Almighty, I stretched my hand to thee in my time and in my identity.
The blood in my palms states: I surrender to your judgement.
No pagan God do I obey.
I am hung on the cross because I am a thief.
Oh Lord have mercy on me.
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Penned March 28, 2015!
“Birth day” is the actual day one exits from the womb, (thereafter, “birthday”, is but a colloquialism for the anniversary of that birth). Well … today is mine. I’m finally old enough to drive … (times 4.56!). Now, I’m old enough to vote … (times 3.476!). One of my sons, too, this month, will become a half-century old … which makes me realize: I’m older’n dirt!
It is truly amazing: Once you reach this age, it really, truly is incomprehensible that so many years have passed since taking that first breath – because our minds don’t allow us to think we’re “aged”! Our thoughts tell us we can still lift that couch … or a 100 lb. sack of seed … or a box of twenty books. But … the actual attempt proves our minds still have their roots in the concrete of yesteryear, while our bodies are entrenched in the reality of … today, (that’s easily confirmed by a quick glance in a mirror!) Contrary to popular belief … we are NOT as “young as we feel” … and to defy reality by allowing our minds to trump our body’s limitations, when it comes to physical exertion, is courting a hospital stay – or worse.
For those of us whose physical attributes have waned, we have great difficulty in accepting the fact that we now are relegated to the task of “watching”, not “doing”. That’s the final hurdle we, of necessity, must overcome before we can truly accept … aging. Our children, whom we used to tell and guide in what they could/should do, and when … have now matured. We’ve taught them as best we could, and it is now their turn to drive the carriage – and, if we’re lucky, and don’t try to “boss” them, we may be asked to become passengers.
There comes a time when our day in the sun becomes a rocking chair in the twilight. We need to prepare ourselves to recognize that change of circumstance and situation.
It’ll be difficult for some of us … because WE’VE always been the one “in charge”. If we are to survive with our dignity intact and retain relationships with those we love … we have to find a way to hand over the reins – and MEAN it – to the next generation which we ourselves have spawned.
Our remaining decisions will be: Whether or not to re-bait that fishing hook … or what channel to watch … any decision more meaningful will need to be made by … our kids.
The lights are on all throughout the city
The vast amount of light exists around
The fainting love spell, such divinity
A long enhanced greatness so abound
Pieces of delight are within each scene
The lights are on all throughout the city
Cars express their glory, by lights they’re seen
And each home brings about light pleasantly
Passion floats within the air completely
There are immense delights while just roaming
The lights are on all throughout the city
Enlightenment shown by all approaching
Like a swinging light switch in a warm room
Baring the basics of necessity
Misty eyed people approach without doom
The lights are on all throughout the city
Russell Sivey
Despondent
we felt
doing deeds
donned by illusions of necessity.
Drat
we thought
disowning our dignity
drowning our dignity
driving our dignity
down into delusions of
dominance.
Do-di-do-do
we knew
when spontaneously
life came to the streets
and we did
what we
know how to do.
Paying no tribute to the craggy outcroppings
of its lofty aerie,
this sentinel of freedom takes its leave.
Soaring with the courage of a Feudal Warrior,
proud of his nobility, secure in his repute.
Floating effortlessly on
Zephyrus winds sweeping wave,
as if he were its only passenger.
His keen vision sees mortality
and dispenses it out of necessity
with irreproachable honesty and no regrets.
Fiercely challenging the bounds of earth and heavens,
he knows no foe, save one.
One whose frailty of condition
can't perceive of this natural independence,
and knows not of its integrity.
In spite,do prevail great raptor,
and with you carry hope
that will nourish us all,
your nest bound hatchlings.