Best Prudence Poems
Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets
Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth
To shove its shine like a worthy prick
It was time for her daily purges
Peace is slapped about in her fickle hands and made ragged
Turmoil in her pedicured toes erodes the smoothed surfaces
Of the fashions’ must, into dusty rust of sick disgust
Her coral lips curve in delight
At the sight of confused and crazy creatures
Staring numbly at her hell-bent sight
She is always laughing, snarling or lying low
Waiting for the climatic blow
Bottom dwelling, blush smearer
Eyeliner runner, nail-biting binger
Her lies tease and her eyes see a perfect she will never be
As her large, curved nails glimmer
She scuttles her way like a crab in a salty delirium
She hides her hiss like a snake ready to miss for a chase
Challenging practicality,
“Dear Prudence,
Won’t you come out to play?”
But we are silent to the accursed
The wise are wary and rehearsed
We all slip right through as she intrudes an empty room
Waiting for a reaction, screwing with the lights to assert a distraction
She wreaks havoc in the dark,
“Dear Prudence!”
She screams,
As we softly walk down the path, nomads against the crabs
She doesn’t realize she is her worst fear—alone
Her mask melting and her anklets snapping
Collapsing, the tears she squeezed for her high
Were emptied, vindicated and dried
Angrily she must realize
In her twisted, stubborn way
It’s a beautiful day…
A crazy collab with my brother David Breidenthal [J.W Earnings]
Dangling the bitter bait
Looming the passionate bite
Wisdom at attention.
I was given the challenge
Well in truth it was a bet
And the bet was to get a date
With Prudence the librarian
Whose coldness was legend
It would be a tall order
But I picked up the gauntlet
And headed to the library
I walked up to the desk
And there she stood
She was short in stature
But imposing nonetheless
Her countenance was severe
Thick chestnut hair
Pulled back off severely off her face
Her make up would best be described
As minimalist
And she peered at me
Over thick framed spectacles
She wore a chunky beige sweater
Two sizes too big which hid her shape
And a dark pleated skirt, knee length
Over thick black wool tights
And the not unattractive legs
Terminated into sensible shoes
I tried small talk
But she was not receptive
Her demeanor was positively frosty
Every enquiry she batted back to me in the negative
But despite everything
There was something about her that I liked
Something intangible
curiously she was not my type
in any way, but still there was something
So I decided to persevere
But because I wanted to
Not because I had to
So firstly I paid off on the bet
I wasn’t doing it for a stupid bet
But because of that intangible something
An itch I couldn’t scratch kind of thing
Realizing small talk would get me nowhere
I thought I would try a different tack
And converse with her on her own terms
I had to engage her intellect
So each day I would go to the library
And ask her to recommend a book
Which we could then discuss each day
And each day she thawed a little
Then I posed her questions,
History, Geography, the arts
I found her to be both knowledgeable and interesting
And I found that I was becoming interested
In the subjects we were discussing
And looked forward to our time together
As each day she thawed a little more
I wanted to have more
Than just the few precious hours at the library
But I didn’t want to undo what I had achieved
Upset the status quo
And refrigerate her again
Then at the end of one particular day
Prudence asked me
“Would you like to go for a coffee?”
I was speechless but nodded in the affirmative
Later she told me
She fell for me because I engaged her mind
And valued her for what was between her ears
And not what was between her legs
Or inside her sweater
power, police and prudence,
the mainstream monsters of mimicry,
like patels of a flower playing far from the fulcrum,
their power derived from dismal points interior,
of state sustainance and centres,
assistants arrayed according,
to authority anchored beyond,
to pry prudence on paupers,
thus pour power like powder,
on supra-orthodox options,
and security sanity perforates without.
Judgement’s fine line runs betwixt Prudentia’s
Right and Left hands. In her right, the mirror
Offers serious reflection on life
Lessons learned in crucibles of choice --
Wisdom bridles rash reactive impulse.
But in her left is the serpent coil’d,
Hissing, intimidating, strike ready
With venom of conscience paralysis.
Counting the cost, thinking alternative
Courses to their conclusive end, is right.
What motivates me to action? Impulse
Of vengeance, or sure defense of the Truth?
But Fear of the Cost’s inconvenience is
Cowardice cloak for blind eyes turn’d away.
The man must be a fool or an extra prudent who
Spreads around teaching that silence is gold
It has in it the real meaning of the world
And wise are those who keep silence when all around there is chaos
And advocates people to listen more and talk less
As in listening less risk is involved
And more opportunity of gaining it provides
Overlooking the precious art of talking
Even he goes on claiming that silence speaks volumes
Never taking into account that even in preaching the merits of silence
He uses words; he speaks a lot and creates numerous sounds
The paradox is amusing
But it turns poison to those who need support at the time of their troubles
In the time of oppression they all need is your voice
Your rising voice could frighten a dictator
Even a clamour could drive away a wrong doer
Let alone to those who are dying to hear your hello
When a silence admirer goes around provoking us to be silent
He forgets one thing more
That is the basic principle of life that teaches us that
Every situation of life has its levels, stages, steps and angles
To rise up to reach to its point of zenith
Or to go down to the its point of nadir
There are many steps to cross to understand a single point
Many stages has a single event to pass through
To realise its cause of occurrence
And that mono cause might have many angles to look at it to get a real shot
Let alone the metamorphosing phases of a single issue to talk about
Moreover, each mind has its own order
To reflect upon the essence of realization
In the higher order of prudence the screen demands to us
To reveal our thoughts
To give a clear the picture of life at the time of troubling haziness.
My friend, cheer up
Never lose your cool
Act not like a fool
Start your first step
There is a sure remedy
Find it out with hope
Hard-work has a scope
To hug it, be ever ready
Time is very limited
Waste it not my dear
My words do you hear?
Let not duty be omitted
Thousand failures may arise
No success may be met
But, if optimism you get
You will meet with a surprise
God is not a silent spectator
He is going on calculating
His mind is not vacillating
He is a determining factor
You may now weep
But, surely not forever
So never get worry-fever
Try to peacefully sleep
The whole World may fight
With you showing hatred
Still loving is highly sacred
As love alone is real might
You may face now a loss
This may cause you pain
Due to a very poor bargain
Please rectify all your flaws
In case you are severely upset
Silently deliver a holy prayer
God is for the Cosmos Mayor
He gifts you peace as an asset
Just pick up courage and start
Let your mind be made stout
Be prepared for possible bout
Appeal to the noble God's heart.
Pride's thunderous words are short lived but those of prudence never die!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 December 2018
* Inspired by Limerick's story!
Why do you cry?
Today is beautiful
Tomorrow is another day
Of love joy and rainbows
They say that all things are allowed,
And by this many oaths are vowed.
Some say that alcohol may be drunk,
Some vouch that tobacco is for inhaling;
Bullies believe others' backs are theirs to spank!
But Paul the man of epistles did say
That all are permissible but all don't pay.
Thus we may practice that which is of help,
And all else count as chaff;
For none can of will cast hot charcoal upon their lap!
Prudence calls for each to be wise,
For some evils have perfected their guise.
"Who is he, who stares back at me from the mirror?
I am not him, with wrinkles and faded beard that is rough
and inelegant, stained with soup and unmentionable
Things.
Ah, No: I am that handsome man who yet has gravitas,
And is great in the world, admired and respected,
Whispered judgments "He will go far; look how he
strides the stage of life”.
Yet time cares not for public acclamation, nor worldly goods,
He is above such things and shakes his hourglass to hasten
Our end. Slowly, with strong and rhythmic strokes, he hones
His scythe, our time to come.
The young man knows not of this, blind to time and destiny
Intent only on here, now, today, this brief moment, a swift
Kiss, this easy profit. But time is patient, grey beards grow
And suddenly, we are old".
They say that all things are allowed,
And by this many oaths are vowed.
Some say that alcohol may be drunk,
Some vouch that tobacco is for inhaling;
Bullies believe others' backs are theirs to spank!
But Paul the man of epistles did say
That all are permissible but all don't pay.
Thus we may practice that which is of help,
And all else count as chaff;
For none can of will cast hot charcoal upon their lap!
Prudence calls for each to be wise,
For some evils have perfected their guise.
Prudence is the guide that may lead one out of the labyrinth of his emotions!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 May 2021
If recklessness,
Doesn't leave the rudder of humanity's boat
Into prudence hands,
Man would soon have to face the typhoon of
Nature's wrath!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 June 2021
Upon principles human minds uphold
Spring wells of belief in the power
Redemption renders in the stronghold
Truth defends in every tower
Where consciences care
To sow seeds justice
Dispenses with flair
Despite the high price
Principles and their disciples exact
In circumstances so demanding
They jeopardize the pact
Dangled and spangled in a commanding
Voice which multiplies opportunity
Despite the temporary cost
Paid and made in the dignity
Peace extracts from the toast
Which principles plane from rough edges
Improving prospects in a project
Aimed at metamorphosing pledges
Into foundations of hope no folks dare to reject or suspect.