uninhibited with one
restrained with another
responses vary too
between brother and mother
if this be the truth
recognising ego is at play
judgment scars innocence
till love becomes our mainstay
The lizard looks hideous
and rats are not like squirrels,
are our preconceived judgments,
proclaimed everyday.
The jaundiced eye is yellow -
but not the yellow of sunny cheerfulness or optimism
Rather – the yellow of an alcoholic’s eyes
when after years of feeding his destructive habit,
he is stricken ill and is dying.
Like the bad drunk who blames others
for his miserable condition,
he of the jaundiced eye
finds his own hideousness staring back at him
in the eyes of those in whom his own misdeeds he sees
and then judges as worthless.
By viewing things through yellow eyes,
he is– in fact – yellow.
The yellow of cowardiceness
and the yellow of jealousy and anger
reside in the whites of his eyes.
He is sick, and his sickness seeps through his soul,
infecting his thoughts and actions,
which in turn infects those around him.
His negativity and bias may hurt others,
but in the end,
he has mainly hurt only himself.
Unless he makes a mighty change,
he will disintegrate ultimately
into the horrible dark void
of his own mortality.
June 29, 2021
for Unseeking Seeker's the 'Jaundiced Eye' Poetry Contest
July 12 for 'A Brian Strand July 13' Poetry Contest
With jaundiced eye I look at the politician’s vow
To make our world a better place in four years,
Cure all our ills, and provide calm for our fears,
And I say to myself, skeptically, exactly “How?”
With jaundiced eye I look at those who claim
To be patriots, but with angry words and deeds
Go about spreading discord and planting seeds,
Saying despicable things, obviously seeking fame.
With jaundiced eye I view the biased news media
And wonder the truth of any situation they report
“Doesn’t anybody report just the facts, anymore?”
Allow me my own analyzing without your insignia.
With jaundiced eye I look at magnificent towers
Built for “the glory of God,” on the backs of poor
Folks who fear the fiery pits of hell, for sure,
If they fail to pay homage to the “godly” powers.
Written June 15, 2021
For “Jaundiced Eye” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Deep rooted is our prejudice
Instinctively appraising all
What if God too did roll dice
Bestowed enablements recall
Jaundiced eye rapes and plunders
Deep rooted is our prejudice
Tarnishing Gods sublime wonders
Plunging soul into an abyss
Do pause awhile to reminisce
Why do we choose to judge and score
Deep rooted is our prejudice
Blocking divine bliss to in-pour
Drift aimless in stuporousness
Having forgotten our promise
Oblivious to That Oneness
Deep rooted is our prejudice
13-June-2021
mellifluous cooing of the Indian koel
enlivening in wee hours of the morn
infusing in soul voids deep joy until
crows croak found tranquility shorn
narrow and prejudiced is our vision
discriminating against the jarring note
condemning without seeking permission
from heart that unconditional love emotes
moment to moment we keep on judging
oblivious to divine beauty below the skin
stuporous attention thus keeps oscillating
within narrow orbits we continue to spin
04-May-2021
We err and are granted opportunity to cleanse the stain
Why then look at the temporarily misaligned with disdain
01-August-2020