To those wrapped up in pitfalls of own,
E’en pretty appears pedestrian.
To him down with jaundice,
With pallid prejudice,
Even moon-white conch looks dullish wan.
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Translation |20.09.2024| pitfalls, pretty, prejudice
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. He who is wrapped up in pitfalls of his own, suffers prejudice. To him even what is pretty appears pedestrian. Even a moon-white conch to him will look ashy wan. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Nija doshha-aavrita manasaam, ati sundaram eva bhaati viparitam |
Pashhyati pitta-upahatah shashi-shubhram shankham api pitam ||
Categories:
dullish, prejudice,
Form: Limerick
A thickened air held a haze
It made me feel a dullish daze
I found myself in a freaky phase
Like Algernon inside his maze
Categories:
dullish, anxiety, feelings,
Form: Verse
'Tween winter scenes of sparkling ice
and summer vales abloom
Interjects late Autumn leaf-less trees
brackish ground, dullish skies of gloom
A heart can only bear so much
passion's yearnings stilled
Heaven, let your snowflakes fly
~ remove from us the chill
Categories:
dullish, passion, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
The Blobfysh
Blobfysh Blobfysh your ways are veiled
All efforts to comprehend have failed.
People think you’re just a blob,
But what you really are is made by God.
In deep waters you abide
But scientists take you inside
You truly are a mystery,
Can you reveal it all to me?
Why so slimy, why so squat?
You can bend where I cannot.
You are a fish who is discrete,
Living where you live is a feat.
Your existence is on the brink,
Your dullish grey and your pink.
Most of you is still unknown,
Endangerment is clearly shown.
Blobfysh Blobfysh you are fat;
Why would you be made like that?
In disguise you’re beautiful,
So please, tune out the lying world.
Blobfysh Blobfysh your ways are veiled
All efforts to comprehend have failed.
People think you’re just a blob,
But what you really are is made by God.
Categories:
dullish, hope,
Form: Free verse
Every day excitement. Clug. Clug. Clug.
Diplomatic enlightment. Shrug. Shrug. Shrug.
Dullish enticement. Bug. Bug. Bug.
Outer space enterprisement. Hug. Hug. Hug.
Categories:
dullish, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Restoration's grant, the loss of life from War
the handle hot with subsequent encore,
so hot the burn is isolated core,
a ministry of choice, sometimes the store!
Staves not the discontent from trial's abhor
that waste, that infamous consent's implore
why festering its dullish mindsets bore
Experience, that solemn trials hurt's before!
A stable sign of entity, full spore
collaboration entity's restore
of ethics binding grace called beauties glean,
the willingness of change of righteous serve!
Commuting not the treason, greed calls same
participation's trump, as War on War, the idol's stump
is crossfire where the bowing's chump
ranks penitence concern, toward righteous slump!
Categories:
dullish, international, judgement,
Form: Monorhyme
Dark are my days, darkened with pain
Light and joy has flown down the drain
All for a cause of an unexpected zeal
Meant for a heart to be captured, my captain!
Dark may be my days, dark are the nights
Amidst the agony, the coming days fill me up with frights
Of what use is living in emptiness, in void
If blank seems the mere existence, once the object of my delights!
Days are forever bad, luck seems so sad
With fever, it would seem fortune is clad
Love meant to the enjoyers of doom
The awakened, devoid of love, are among the myriad!
And in the darkened depth, I smile
Amidst the dark doom, I cross the mile
For submissive to a fragile fate,
I have experienced the holiness in good style!
Saved from the swampy marsh
My Life meant to be one so harsh
Yet joy to be my ending reward
For treading the dark tunnel can be truly dullish!
Love, Love, remains the miracle
Love and show mercy in amounts ample
How can there be love in the dark tunnel
Hope is there, for the end of the battle
Categories:
dullish, faith, health, hope, life,
Form: Rubaiyat
Sleep’s artwork I once created believing I was so aware,
Passing my eyes infinite times those sketches were all I could care,
Some a charcoal black hatred streaked within a gray bleak,
With a knifed paint of strength and rendering one weak,
A storming of artwork akin to the sea’s lashing of the shores,
Washing away the layers of dependence to expose my naked core,
My vision a pastel polluted quagmire I can’t control or refine,
At rest and peace a dullish blood red yet in pain my light to guide,
Those penciled haunting’s that remain singed in my head,
I fear they will forever torture and regret me as my sanity’s bled,
So distant is my comprehension do I corner myself a challenge to fight,
Pulling me into a raining black and defeating me into a fading of white,
My minds eye is unfocused and I search for the essence of yours,
Through this spattering of brushwork losing direction of my course,
Inside this gallery of gray where life challenges me to extremes,
I hold on to the past where I reside painting colored dreams
Categories:
dullish, angst, confusion, life, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
As electrical dusk tugs molecular wire.
Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
Bouncing their radar off structures and ground,
Charred blots of rag flap through the ether,
Guided in following echoes of sound.
Lights gleaming yellow in dullish convection,
Pale at the windows of ramshackle bars,
Shadows drop slowly in gutters and roadways
Silhouette snowfalls burying cars.
On the spire of the church a weathervane creaks,
Fossilised cockerel of iron and age,
Pointing to something that lay in the distance,
Something to which light could no more engage?
Eventide comes with a lonely delivery,
The cloak of atonement spread onto the day
As the hours that burned fade into the past
And scenes that once anchored have drifted away.
Categories:
dullish, allegory, life, nature, places,
Form: Verse
The white blanket of snow covers your life,
it hides the world of your yesterdays,
it makes everything look new,
let it fall over you.
a white capped mountain,
a white silvery forest,
your memories of yesterdays on each laden branch,
the forest of your dreams glistening diamonds of white.
the glistening diamonds fall from above,
each one a memory of what you should,
some are dreams of what you could,
the white white blanket of a new way.
the day will come when it melts away,
to turn your life a dullish gray,
but the silvery forest of your memories and dreams,
will carry you through for the next white snow flakes to fall over you
Categories:
dullish, imagination, nature, sad, snow,
Form: I do not know?