Predicaments Poems | Examples

Dear Therapist

Dear Therapist 

She illustrates human wisdom,  her ability 
to understand predicaments  befittingly.

Wisdom is her name, She is balanced like
the scales  both intellectual,  perception. 

Her name is Sophia.

STEPPING STONES

May we be blessed wherever we travel in life
through states, countries and time zones…
to be able to turn any predicaments we face along the way
from predicaments…into stepping stones.

Our natural state

Life!
Can it be figured out in one’s entire life span?
Come with no preoccupied goals and aspirations
The moment we come, we‘re entangled in the web of desires. 
Desires lead to all predicaments.
Scriptures preach not to stoop down to wants!
Simultaneously, rituals take us into their hands.
They proclaim decrees for dos and don’ts.
Born free, but everywhere in chains (Rousseau) Exactly!
It’s a conflict between man’s innate freedom and societal constraints.
Man can’t live without getting into social contract.
Once it happens, it won’t let us be free.
We’re supposed to go with an agenda
Otherwise, the society finds no purpose in our living.
Beliefs are fetters, though conditioned or not.
Fetters are the same whether golden or iron.
How we manipulate the conditioned belief matters the most.
It should be like the bonding between a lotus leaf and a water drop.
To make life vibrant and flow on all by itself,
Go after the philosophy of Karma.
“Work incessantly, but don’t be attached to it.”

Wisdom Or Riches

Once upon a time a story I heard: 
They said that each soul before is incarnated into the material world 
Is asked to choose the conditions under which would like to live.
In that way, 
The heavens, by offering the soul Free Will, would not 
Be responsible for the predicaments the soul, inevitably, will face.

It is said that,
One of the most difficult decisions a soul has to make, 
Is when it is called upon its preference between wisdom and riches to
Make known.

Now,
If the soul chooses riches over wisdom, the riches transitory would be,  
Lasting only as long as one in the material world remains.

If, however, wisdom the soul chooses over riches, wisdom will be perpetual, 
Lasting not only as long as one exists on earth, but also when it 
Returns to heaven.

For that reason, the story tells us, 
God sends an angel to each soul to advise it on what to choose.
Unfortunately, many souls are blinded by wealth, so wealth's path they 
Follow, excluding thus themselves from heaven's treasures!         

     
 


  
© Demetrios Trifiatis
     01 March 2023

Immortal You Are

No, my dearest friend,

You are not mortal but immortal,

Because the child of God you are, who
 
Cannot be touched by the passing of time,

No matter how many millennia may pass,

So worry not of the coming and going of the years

For 

They are but the predicaments of temporality

Fighting a losing battle against eternity!










© Demetrios Trifiatis   
    31 December 2021

Old Year's Joy

Dragging his feet with exhaustion,
 
On the unending path of time,

The wise old year, the gates of oblivion approaches,

His face glowing

His heart pounding for joy

His mind in ecstasy

His soul in rapture,

Because in a few hours, at last,

Able will he be,

The heavy load of humanity’s unbearable predicaments

Upon

The impatient shoulders, of the unwise New Year,

To, finally, lay!





© Demetrios Trifiatis
   29 December 2021



HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!

Delusional Candor

Ever consider the monotony of the pursuit of happiness the act of true lunacy of attempting to obtain the obtainable.
Yet here we are spending our days anxiety written and a nervous wreck trying to achieve a smile upon our face and the faces that surround us as if it really even matters in the end. No one wants to truly admit that at the end of this roller coaster we're simply a memory awaiting forgetfulness in the minds of those we hope remember us from time to time
Sad truth of the matter is we yearn for love closeness companionship yet our human nature tends to only focus on the negative aspect of this life thoughts emotions reactions situations and predicaments.. unconsciously dictating our everydays. The depression of this dying world is evident i invisible yet physically fell similar to the atmosphere thick almost layers of coat  over your skin when you step outside.
Oblivious we all are like cattle standing in line for the slaughter happily conversating amongst each other never realizing what's at the end of the road.

Barn Burn Party

Off from formal stage's pageantry 
Collisions of pewter play tenor to horn 
Vessels filled with mead, wheat-gold,

Foam. Monks trade lines with scops 
Who tile a church, swapping agricultural 
Know-how. The technics prepare 

Bard for a solo harp song in a barn 
& there’s to the Caddy’s tune gathering sway
Lost so unquotable. Nightshade, potatoes,

ions, herbs, good gods & the animalistic
Sex. From a source outside chaos:
Terms return thermal bundles, 

Predicaments inside time's homophony 
From alloyed spinal column. A donkey
Drags a blade through red sea's surface dirt

Meshed in with hay dank from contra-
dictory earth—these testimonies to greater-
Thans. Cyber sectors offer testimonials

As a means of convincing discerning surfers to
Bypass impasse & buy by following the crowd.
Data suggests but there’s this thing in hand:

A cattle-bolt electron split down the
Middle; a steel beam cut by narrow flame;
A diamond-footed tub with fresh extracts.

Higher Than the Alps Mountains

Army of Napoleon Bonaparte,
Was so rhythmically marching,
Gliding across all rough paths
Like condors to conquer the Alps;
A woman aged in experience,
Warns him consequences dire;
For never ever in her lifetime,
Had she seen anyone coming back;
He, overwhelmed by love for her,
Gifts her diamonds vastly valued;
Tells her to spread the great story
Of Napoleon daring to come back;
The army in reluctance rebels,
To move ahead to such hazard;
Telling them it’s a matter trivial,
He enkindles their spirits to soar;
Indeed, they had seen a hill,
And enquired their master about it;
‘Alps Mountain is great’, he said,
Lo, this resembles nothing of it;
They climbed it so simple and easy, 
And expected another expedition tough;
Reaching the plains he smilingly said,
The Alps has already been conquered;
Relentless was Napoleon’s ways,
Victory-oriented his daring deeds;
His faith mingled with intelligence,
Charisma combined with confidence;
Motivation merged with military trust,
Handled rarest of rare predicaments…

01 July 2021

Abby and Jake

An enterprising widowed woman is Abby McClure.
She owns and operates a lumberyard, and is financially secure.
Her sister Maxine can't stand to see Abby unattached.
She knows a man named Jake Iverson, and gets them matched.
Jake has a daughter, and Abby has three boys.
All of the children are considered great joys.
However, the marriage requires everyone to make adjustments.
This puts this newly-formed family into unusual predicaments.
Do you think this union will work out successfully?
All you have to do is watch the movie.

Based on the 1968 film "With Six, You Get Eggroll"

Better Days Part Two

"Better days" Part Two

Down and broke. Had no mattress on the floor, sleeping on the tiles, got frosted and caught a flue.

Had nothing to eat, no Hope just chaotic predicaments, confrontations and a season of hard luck. Tears on granny' s face and no fees for the kids.

But one day!
It all changed, it was the rebirth of Jonah to David the Victor, the Survivor!
Those days gone, now a memento l cannot quite recall, it does not matter for today is a new day.
A new dawn, luck on my side, cloud nine my couch. No more hunger pain!
Pockets deep like the  Pacific ocean.

'Every dog, has it's day.' That's what they say and it is indeed true.
Blessings on blessings, doors opening quick, swift decisions. Buffets, Barbeques and lots of treasure like a Lepacon' s layer.

Betters days!

The Galloping Four

Does anyone notice the drastic change
in the total atmosphere?
Does anyone notice something strange
as the galloping four appear?

Gallops can be heard across the land
from the mountains to the seas.
See four predicaments of modern man
war, death, famine and disease.

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse 
are grim riders of the plains.
Gun violence lies within their midst
as well as famine’s pains.

Gallops beat their war drums
to the nations’ that are blind
apocalyptic prophesy comes
closer to remind.

Does anybody care that they are here
announcing the end of time?
We stand so close to peril near.
God have Mercy on mankind.

2/27/20

God Always Makes Time

Today, forced to detour
Last week missed my plane
Blamed it on the heavens
No, not me. I am not one to be late
Gnashed my teeth
Gnarled in these jams
Do these passers-by know who I am?
No, they don't and why should they care
After all, they're just like me
With no time to spare

Fast forward a few weeks later
Taking a leisurely drive
Shouting out to Jesus
Thank God for my view today
Grateful to be alive

Another scene; 
Permit me to pencil this one in
Today I made a new friend
When two years ago
My world came to an end

Life takes us places and puts us in tight spots
Predicaments, situations and binds
Not on my watch, you snap back
The Lord never fails us, remember this
He always makes time
For his path is the right one
And he's ahead of us in the game
He's gonna pull you through
Your temporary pain

You might not remember what you had for lunch yesterday
But in the grand scheme of things
Who really cares
Except for our guiding saviour
Who will be there for us tomorrow
He's already there.

No need to be down and out
No need to be in despair
God's driving us along this
Bumpy, potholed road
We create that's in desperate need of repair.

Cross Roads' Afttermath Sentiments

Sensing your nostalgic angst, 

I’m gripped with sentimental reminiscences

transcending melancholic predicaments
 
of yesterdays' significant moments

along crossroads' decisions*

yet beckoning past decades’ jubilation-mirth

in loving relationships wrought by the Lord---

Here am I, your photo album, offering you 

my gracious cathartic assistance

amidst the soothing therapy 

of radiant flashback scenes 

freely allowing you to shed tears 

and, or beam with exuberant glee---

Keep me serving 

as your steadfast knocker of memory** 

when oblivion attempts to prevail in your mind

despite your heart’s defiance.

*Joel 3:14 Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision.

**Psalm 145:7 They shall abundantly utter the memory of thy great goodness, and shall sing of thy righteousness. 

September 6, 2019

Edited on September 19, 2019

2nd place, "Crossroads" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/22/2019.

Let Me Be

Let me live in my silence,
 undisturbed by the predicaments
 created by the outside world.

Let me live in the inner quiet
 as it permeates and cleanses my soul
 of the heartache and sadness
 that erase all joy.

Let the lesson of history so harsh
 often unlearned by humankind's need
 die in the rise of greed and power.

Let common sense grow strong
 tower above the rhetoric that unfolds
 with learned youth and age 
 grasping its realities ignored.

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