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Yesterday's Fragile Truth

Betrayal has devastated your heart blocking love’s magic before it could start. And depression's quagmire entraps your soul as disparaging lies exact their toll. Chameleon clouds change to match your mood releasing teardrops emotions have brewed. And your heart breaks from the weight of the pain as monsters hide in the thoughts of the sane. A fickle sun no longer shares its light sulking within shadows gathered by night. And feigning feelings you struggle to cope for counterfeit smiles leave no room for hope. The specter of fear that penetrates dreams fuels frightening bouts of silent screams. And exiting the tunnel there’s no light for the future’s foggy obscured by fright. The promise of tomorrow made to youth was written on yesterday’s fragile truth. For happiness is a word without weight it's simply a moment devoid of hate. (Rhyme) 4/22/2017


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


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Isle of Bast

Memories of the North Sea
sift in like sand kernels 
on a fast, frigid tide:
events that transpired outside 
the confines of rhyme,
unfolding exactly 
as they were meant to.

Never before had I seen
so many shades of gray;
the overcast, monochromatic splendor
was awe-inspiring,
instead of being bleak and bleary.
___

The smell of salt and seaweed
awakes something dormant and eternal,
deep within me. 
I have a surging desire 
to flush stagnancy from my blood—

salty blood and water
come together in a communion
of distant relations and movements.

Beside me, a flash of bright red 
digs in the sand; my child 
is wearing the only vibrant colour 
to be seen for many kilometres.
The colour matches her 
enthusiasm and energy, 
as she moves from one spot to the next
like a dancing flame;
reflected, a fire glows from my eyes.

Unknowingly, I had dressed
in the same colours of the sky and sea,
blending into the scenery
like a chameleon:
an illusion thicker than the clouds;
an illusion of stone
for me to melt and reinvent
at the spinning speed of thought.

I watch my daughter
drink the seascape with a smile of wonder;
it's her first time visiting an ocean.
With our pants rolled up to the knee,
we wade through waves,
and collect stones and shells.
She knows the chameleon
who walks alongside her in the frothy surf.

Observing seabirds cover the steep cliffs
of the island located further out,
in a blanket of black and white feathers,
I wonder if people onshore
only see a solitary dash of red out here,
or if the chameleon 
is more noticeable than I had thought.



2012 North Sea Remix
December 17th, 2012






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Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012


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It Was Her Poetry Seduced Me

Listen to poem:

When Thor struck his hammer
upon the flat ground on Earth
it was the pieces withstood the blow we named rock,
constructs we came to know as the mountains.

Even before that time
I crossed my fingers
wished I'd one day experience
...you.

I knew you before heavenly purity  grew wings
before angels blessed hearts 
invoking what we now know as love for our brethren .

I held you in the sphere of my understanding
as the lover I'd never meet but always carry
in the most cherished of my thoughts.

When Zeus handed me his quill and inkwell I knew
I would only use his gift for my inspired notes to you.

Though I was not blessed a poets words 
like Robert Browning 
he who took Elizabeth Barrett into his heart from the first time he read her 
so I did with you.

Only laid blood on parchment
to declare the love you inspired in me.

Like a schoolboy's first kiss
was the day my eyes embraced the body of your work.

Before the first pine broke the ground, the first lark sang,
the first orchards rare enchanted the rainforests. 

Before the first chameleon blended 
into the multicoloured break of dawn.

Before infinite rows of wheat invitingly waved from the fields to greet Hera.

Before liquid rose to separate into
creeks, swamps, rivers, lakes with fish of all kinds
wasn't it me who rode the first seahorse just to make you smile.

Anything, all...
possible 
with the swirl of a letter 
the turn of a word.

I found an immense love tracking the shores of your fine poetry 
always a chill that ran up my back.

No one. 

No one! 

Only you.

Your fine talent,

gifted,

honed

perfected...flaws and all...

moulds

sculpts,

breathes life into ordinary words,

creates poetry 

owns me.


September 26 2016 MY





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016


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Cloud - Recited

http://youtu.be/X5lfjFatgZU

Floating in the sky...
Changing patterns fill my eye...
What will you become?

Vagabond and wanderer...
Riding wind so high,
No matter where it blows.
You thumb your way to places
I have been and some I'll never know.

Chameleon...
Changing shape and color,
Hiding your identity,
Until you speak with beauty and power.
First, a turtle, moving slowly.
Crawling and paddling in peaceful grace.
Next, a shark swimming swiftly
Consuming those around you.
Finally a dinosaur...
Your neck and tail extended
So I will know your name...
Forgetting you're a cloud.

Vagabond and wanderer...
Just vapor in the air, traveling everywhere.
Marshmallow treat
So soft and sweet...
Then dirty and dark...you loudly speak.
Rain, thunder and lightening are your friends.
It's pleasant when your anger ends,
And rainbows arch to show me where you've been.

At night, your shadow hides the stars
And makes us wander where they are.
You choose to show selected few
The moon and stars...romantic you.

Sunrise...you meet the sun with colors of the day.
A canvas. A pleasant palette 
Where light can play.
Sunset...you form a beautiful pillow
To gently catch the sun.
So rays may rest til morrow come.

Vagabond and wanderer...
Tomorrow let me see your face,
Another chance ...
To watch you dance...
Until you catch a ride...
Shift shape...
And hide.


Ray Dillard
2-14-13


Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2013


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Broken English

I love my broken English

Am in love with my broken English

Am honored to have two other languages

The ability to think from language to language is one that many don't experience 
The ability to bring vibes from one language to another is one, that many envy

Sometimes it's like a train, English flows easily before it gets to a halt
Sometimes it's a bus with many stops, some harsh, some dash, some flash
And some mistakenly whether car or train, crash 
Some like aeroplane, are up there in the air
Building their own castles
Creating unfamiliar words

Whether writing from kikuyu to English 
Or kikuyu to Swahili and then to English 
Or just writing from the little dash of English that I learnt from my English classes,
With poetry,I can still escape 
Whether in the veiled grammatical errors
        Or just like a volatile chameleon


Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015


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I Am An Artic Wolf

My silky ivory coat keeps me warm in the artic climate,
my keen senses search for prey in the Alaskan wilderness-
When I encounter the mighty mount Denali, I climb it,
yes, I am an Artic Wolf and am known for being carnivorous.

I savor the flavor of a great 
muskoxen and caribou.
The way the twilight sparkles 
upon my prey, I feel the 
desire for more-
When darkness hovers over 
the land, my pack and I
find that there is more prey 
than during the day holding
such brilliant light. 

     My teeth-
         Razor sharp.
            My eyes-
                Deep chameleon blue.

Here I am, hunting for the fox that I always fight,
we battle and struggle with each other’s strength-
And as I search for artic hares in the middle of the night,
my leap into catching him is nine feet long in length. 

As dusk arrives I anticipate
the salmon-
The reverie delivers the taste 
I can never resist.
As I run through my territory 
of about one hundred miles
I feel the fervor of the fight.

       My teeth-
         They clench.
            My eyes-
              Intense.

I am ready for the temptation of killing as it arrives,
and as my teeth growl I soon become prepared-
My claws dug deep in the ground as I begin to thrive,
for I have encountered a black mountain bear.

Through the combat of the 
battle I have found victory.
I am alone, with no other wolf
in the brawl. 
I relish in the taste of triumph
and surmount as being the 
greatest Artic Wolf in the
Alaskan territory. 

       My teeth-
          Superior.
            My eyes-
               Acute.

My famished body has been marked with the game,
my prey killed with one grasp from my mouth-
Then I linger on to my cave, fulfilled and tame, 
tomorrow it will be the time to travel down south. 



Poetry in an Animal's View
Jamie Pan
January 29, 2017






Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017


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Chameleons

Chameleons

  Chameleons we must be

      In a world forever changing

           For the sequel to tranquility

                 Is impending rearranging

                      The news of sudden tragedy

                             A husband leaves his wife

                                   Before night stars can twinkle

                                       Chaos rules your life

                                           Maybe life has lost its luster

                                          Stagnation’s dulled the sheen

                                    The mind’s become too idle

                                Wreaking damage unforeseen

                          Hence the chameleon emerges

                    Commencing transformation

              Altering its persona

           To command the situation

              Like the chameleon in nature

                  We employ our disguise

                       Our mechanism of defense

                          ‘Til a plan we can devise


Copyright © Julie Conerly | Year Posted 2010


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In Pursuit of Reason

a single setback prelude to an avalanche health, friendships, property, finances lay buried in angst, waiting for a thaw life gone awry paranoia intrudes beast with talons scrapes the bones behind each corner it waits chameleon of many faces anxiety’s confusing design apprehension overcomes the victim when perceiving camouflaged predators who goes there friend or foe stomach knots, eyes tear prey trembles in the beast’s pursuit elusive is the light that leads from the valley of trepidation where tentacles of anxiety choke the breath of reason
*February 23, 2019


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2017


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Josie's Last Call

You frolic with playful abandon
Oblivious to obligation
Such wobbly legs prove hard to stand on
Chameleon charmed by temptation

I don't know why your halo's all bent
Your soul's complaint argues so brassy
Can't pay rent when your money gets spent
Once vibrant jewels bloodshot and glassy

Butterfly flapping with tart contempt
Degenerate goals rot away hope
Your daughter grieves with each failed attempt
She cries each time you roll down that slope

Cheap glutton for wanton attention
That hot spotlight withers your pert face
The clock chimes with mortal dissension
Until there's nothing left to erase

Snuffing your fire while quenching your thirst
You disconnect from honest matters
The mirror displays why you've been cursed
Indolence shreds your core to tatters


Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2009


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Patina Of Pain


PATINA OF PAIN
Beneath the kaleidoscopic chameleon skin the concept called color doesn’t ever change, blood flows always as red stream in the vein. The truth dwells beyond the deception range. The ephemeral sheen of the mask on the face melts in unshed tears behind the pensive eye. In the shadow of stifled shame it begins to trace a track in time to reach the reality, it can’t defy. In the shimmering show of the revolving circus the flashing clown tramps on stage in fake style, under spotlight turns into an animated carcass. The concealed pain lurks behind sprained smile. In the harsh winds of desert at the sunset hour the weathering life rusted with age can’t retain the luster of the mind, once a blooming flower. Within fold of wilted petals grows patina of pain.
June 30, 2018


Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018


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SHE-TIGER

SHE-TIGER

She-Tiger patiently watches,
 In shadows,
Dark concealing realm,
Green eyes pierce nights,
 Blackening shroud.
Ever weary, seeking motions,
 Movements,
Beware the bush itself seems,
 To come alive,
Beneath moonlights twilight mists,
Heavy foot steps cautiously,
 Tread.
Traveling along a carnalistic path,
Deaths servant stalks it's prey.
Revealing raw natures twisted fate,
In her flashing gaze, ageless,
 Wisdom lies,
This huntress most majestic.
Sleek jungle mistress, fearlessly,
Striding.
Forgotten trails cutting,
 Edges unyielding,
Patrolling vast wilderness.
Drink deeply clear waters purity,
No other creature dares,
 Come near thee.
Forests chameleon, hidden,
Amongst bamboo thickets.
Camouflages golden blends,
 Are parted,
By divisions striped bands.
Feeding legacies future brood.
Crowns glorious jewels,
 Young cubs at play,
Learning life’s lessons to be,
Remembered someday.
Rough dull stones at first,
Finely polished y age,
One day they'll sparkle,
Under sunshine's rays.
Royalties queen, stands tall,
Upon prides rock,
Surveying an evergreen,
 Kingdom.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015


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I Am Who I Am

I Am Who I Am

Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM

I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want to Rise
I like to look at the Storms Rage an Waves an its tides
I not Surprised of the Storm preys on my Demise
God is real and He's not far to find
I fight to win the ultimate prize
But this not a race between you and I
I can prove I'm not like these other guys
Light in me bright as the Sunrise
So I got to let my Sun Shine
But the Moon comes an tries to make the Sun Die
Life is a roller coaster but it's a fun ride
Just to ride it one time
I like to let my wings Skydive
An fly like an Eagle through the Cloud Smiles
If you want to fly with me be ready for the Clouds Vows
The Storm in this Life
No need to be afraid when the Thunder Sounds
Got to be Strong when Weak & Strife
Won't pay you to fly with me through the Nights
Cause I'm destined for great Heights
An we all destined in destiny's Sight
To meet her you will have to fight & Sacrifice
To choose live Right
 Use your God Given Gifts to Strike
Your Art from the Sparks
That you Draw
Life is like a See Saw
Still Unique from the feats of my Flaws
Come to my room you'll see all the Writings on the Wall
If God not clapping for me there's no need for a Applause
I take a Bow when I get Heavens Standing Ovation
I Mediate on Mountains right now I'm on the Appalachians
Just for Higher Meditation
At a Height of Elevation
Just to listen to my Higher Self for Revelations
The Evil & Good Thoughts that's Incinerating
I can feel negative energy when it's Waving
I Listen to the music in my heart an Listen to what it's saying
We can be Godly and Satanic
Show Love & Hate in the Same Formations
Off and On Manipulations
I'm chasing God & Greatness
I'll be damned if the devil take it
They say you got to fake it to make it
Nah I'm to be Patient & Dedication
With Concentration until the Conformation Confiscated
I'm too Thorough to Let Fakeness be my Acceleration
I'm Second Guessed but I don't agree with those Calculations
Or those Estimations
See here's the real Equation
I had to do Division & Multiplication
In my Circumference in my Radius
Trying to put my mark in the Pavement
From starting from the basement
To the Maintenance
To get to the highest level of the skyscrapers
I Thank God for all the Favors
An for Jesus being my Savior my Lifesaver
I see myself as the White Ranger
Fighting with my Light Saber
Against Dark Vador
Through his Dark Capers
I see the Dark Vapors
Alot of times I wish I had a Eraser
To Erase alot of unwanted choices
That made me Poison
Through my Voyage
I could of Avoided it
An Destroyed It
Instead I made an Appointment Visit
Still with my Ointment Anointment on me Written
But I'm to live with it
If you could feel what I feel it would be intensive
It's not over until God Say it is Finished
You can't see me Scars but my flaws in a Blemish
Respect for Who I Am with Suspicions from the Critics
I am still Well Winded
I don't need to fit in
I'm not a Chameleon
Cause I'm not Bending
An I'm not Blending
We is not Mixing
But I am a Chemist
When it comes to Inventing Inventions
An going through Dimensions
I write Riddles with Symbolism
You can Understand if you Encrypting Hieroglyphics
I'm a Spiritualist
I'm not Religious
But I Know God living
That's because we got a Kinship
You can learn if you study His Manuscripts
The Blueprints of why we Exist
I have Spiritual Gifts 
& Psychic Wit
I'm on a Psych Trip
Using the Vastness of The Mind Ticks
So I get to using Wisdom & Enlightenment
To Writing
To Release the Little Giant
To Release the Lion
To Breath out the Sirens
Inside My Mind Spiraling
Striking the Strings of The Violins
An Play the Music Inside That Spins













Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2015


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LOVE

Cessation the love
Household has been scattered
When love lost

Humming in the community
Malicious gossip in the society
Disorder in the society
Degrading the society
Society has been scattered
When love lost

Humming in the state
Malevolent rumour in the state
As the day chameleon to night
Insomnia in state
Peace elude state
State has been scattered
When love lost

Mystery to nation
When    love    lost

Oh! It is a dream
Why do we stop loving
While love exist
Love is above all existent


Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015


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Cupid's Golden Bow

Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 
always hits the target to the tightest degree
shedding his green skin like the chameleon he is 
the frog began drowning non-stop smiling as
he fell deeper into ocean colors of all shades a pearl
in a deep pool of beauty bathing so bright
he felt an electric bolt filled with deep undercurrents
string sparks fly in the first kiss with all feeling and intention
 
String sparks sizzilin' fly in the first kiss and bring  
dazzling amazing golden warm struck straight
but oh so gallant and oh so wonderful
 
In the heart on fire within passion hot
underneath the stars sailing of into space
inside floating around thoughts off the first mate
desires your affectionate smiles, laughs, and grins 
sings in the mind's eye grace of a thousand swans in flight
into another space over the Milky Way jewels sparkles a star
tender doting to the soul's eyes
floating to you bouncing inside waves
steaming hot seductive lashes 
floating through those curtains we join souls
uniting tender wooing and wonderful woven passion 
softly we forever kiss my love as desire always lays with you
 
I need and crave your love to take me to the edge of the night
dancing in my dreams struck deeply while 
turning this world upside down
into a golden paradise ball with all bells and whistles
that I've wished in my life
 
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 
always hits the target tight and perfect
Always!  Always!  Always!  Always!
 
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Collaborative Free Verse Poem, October 16, 2014


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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A Life Never Saved

Before I go hide,
I shall rest in the tide-
After the waves,
my life I shall save.

I needed this life-
I craved a passion so strong, 
knowing all along she’d
become my wife.
Like salt to the sea,
she was meant for me-
But I abandoned my future
at the shore and needed love
                 ....no more.

I am reminded of such a life
when I was just a lone fisherman.
Nothing but the sea and me,
with the whistling breeze-
                       ...but the boat,
it was captured as I 
felt the rapture release and
freeze only what my dull
eyes could see.

I felt dreams of things
and reassurance of hate-
It was always my fate to be stuck
on the lake.
But do I regret such choices 
I’ve made?
As I watch the chameleon 
sunset fade.
Nightmares can masquerade
and light can darken the shade-
I’ve been around a day or two,
there hasn't been a thing
I haven’t lived through. 

She gave me a baby girl,
she wore long brown curls-
Sincerity of her gestures brought
fear inside my soul,
now it’s just too late and my 
depth no longer whole. 
I stole my own world the day
I sailed away-
   and now in the dusk
             ...there’s nothing left to say.

She died and I lied when I said
I felt no regret-
but the days of abandonment I
shall never forget. 
Where is she now, 
in the light of the afterlife?
oh, my beautiful lonely ridden
wife.

I drown and go down,
while I linger and float.
The sound of my song,
I’m just a singer on a boat.

But the pebbles on the shore
don’t crave me anymore-
They are lost in the waves...
                              ...and my life never saved.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My poem "A Life Never Saved" is about a lonely fisherman who was always at work at the sea. He fell in love and she became his loyal wife. The more responsibility he had at home the longer time he spent out on the sea. He kept using excuses that they needed money, but deep down he knew that wasn't the real reason. The real reason was fear. They had a baby and less time was spent at home, if that was even possible. Eventually he became so distant he left for good and once again, was nothing but a lonely fisherman with no one in his life. He felt he did not deserve happiness or a loving family. His wife died unexpectedly and he pretended to feel no remorse or guilt but deep down he knew he never would deserve redemption or forgiveness from his daughter. Now his daughter has no mother, or a father. 

The poem starts off on a positive note, then gradually fades into sorrowful toned verses. I wrote this poem actually because of a dream I had one night. I have no idea what it meant, but I woke up and started writing. This is what I ended up writing at 3: 00 am. 

There are 61 lines in this poem, but probably about 30 if I used a different layout. 


How long can poetry go contest
Jamie Pan
January 12, 2017


Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017


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The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Copyright © Jackie Bosworth | Year Posted 2009


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Sestina of Self

I am the center of raw and wild feelings.
Born from an ancient spirit of infant and child.
Falling back in a womb of darkness, myself I discover.
Hiding in an egg, I hear a whisper.
My shell is touched by a promise in the wind's soughing.
Infinite breath of wind caresses, I, who am little.

I am conscious of little.
A time before definition or feelings.
Warm, wild wind soughs.
Motion stirs the blueprint of a child.
God in every breath, every whisper.
Take form and discover.

A bud must open in order to discover.
Hesitation and fear cry out from a bud so little.
Inside a chameleon wears it's feelings.
Fright filters through the pores of a child.
Leaf and skin shiver in a dark wind's soughing.

The angelic songs of a river soughs.
Life's song for us to discover.
Along the riverbank runs the child.
Of the future she knows little.
Reflecting in water a spectrum of feelings.
Their sound is a scream, a laugh, a cry and a whisper.

As I grow the acceptable sound is a whisper.
My tears often mix with a shower's soughing.
Bodies aren't meant to cover feelings.
They should be naked dancers that discover.
Their steps are big and little.
Dance with the flow trusting child.

As I grow older, in my soul lives the child.
My heart is the room where she shouts and whispers.
It's a never-land where she will always be little.
Hope sings in a tear-river's soughing
With care and love we'll learn to discover.
We are courageous explorers of feelings.

The child, her voice a prayerful wind's soughing.
A soft reminding whisper not to fear discovery.
Oh little love I am with you always, experiencing together our feelings.


Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2009


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Time Lost In The Current

         Find me in the salt of your drifting tears,
    deep chameleon waters of time lost-
              Deluging and immersing in soaked fears,
       while the ebb and flow of life pays the cost.
               Second by second your timepiece appears-
                        Oh, count the years…
                                            ...may the current find me.



January 17, 2017



Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017


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Dream

This dream that human cherish so much
as the night cherish the stars,
yet it is all but vanity.

Flocks of people upon the flattered twin
that enormously opened, lead to hell.
As the days chameleon to nights
each person moves to his grave.

Devoid of contentment wrapped reality
the pure land, having angels in pure white:
a little drifting therein.

Death: impetus that reminds of the real home,
yet the lost ones within take it as just play.
whereas the tiny thread only function once.

Unless eyes be opened in the real world
so that they will know, here is all a dream.


Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2015


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AND ON THAT DAY

   AND ON THAT DAY…
   (APROPOS MLK: PART 1)

And on that day we will rise
And raise the hued shades of ignorance
And let the light of truth shine on our souls
And purify our hearts with warm rays of hope.

And on that day we will rise
And see rumors of wars sucked into black holes of peace.
And the phoenix birds shall give birth to cooing doves.

And on that day we shall confront our humanity
And boldly say to it, you must become all we can be;
And seek forgiveness for the acts that trampled the will of God;

And hope for redemption for the shredded dreams deferred.

And on that day America shall awaken from her slumber
And stretch forth her weary arms yawning a Nicodemus yawn.

And that day shall be the dawning of new beginnings;
And the chameleon shall change its colors no more.

And each hued hope shall be woven into the fabric of common destiny.
And the wheels of time shall roll us over into the New Jerusalem…

And on that day America will sing a new song;
And it shall be: My country’s tears to thee…
And on that day God will say: Well Done!


Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2014


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Cupid's Golden Bow

Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 

 
always hits the target to the tightest degree

 
shedding his green skin like the chameleon he is 

 
the frog began drowning non-stop smiling as

 
he fell deeper into ocean colors of all shades a pearl

 
in a deep pool of beauty bathing so bright

 
he felt an electric bolt filled with deep undercurrents

 
string sparks fly in the first kiss with all feeling and intention

 
 

 
String sparks sizzilin' fly in the first kiss and bring  

 
dazzling amazing golden warm struck straight

 
but oh so gallant and oh so wonderful

 
 

 
In the heart on fire within passion hot

 
underneath the stars sailing of into space

 
inside floating around thoughts off the first mate

 
desires your affectionate smiles, laughs, and grins 

 
sings in the mind's eye grace of a thousand swans in flight

 
into another space over the Milky Way jewels sparkles a star

 
tender doting to the soul's eyes

 
floating to you bouncing inside waves

 
steaming hot seductive lashes 

 
floating through those curtains we join souls

 
uniting tender wooing and wonderful woven passion 

 
softly we forever kiss my love as desire always lays with you

 
 

 
I need and crave your love to take me to the edge of the night

 
dancing in my dreams struck deeply while 

 
turning this world upside down

 
into a golden paradise ball with all bells and whistles

 
that I've wished in my life

 
 


Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 

always hits the target tight and perfect

Always!  Always!  Always!  Always!



Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Collaborative Free Verse Poem, October 16. 2014





Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014


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Estranged Angel

She was an estranged angel 
On the backbone of a boar 
She never put her hair up 
Was a missile without a war 
She broke a wild stallion 
With the motion of her hips 
She stifled a chameleon 
With the color of her lips 
She drowned a hundred hearts 
With the ocean in her eyes 
She never stayed for dinner 
Had a trick bag full of lies 
She's the chairman of your love 
It's the least you stand to lose 
Reinvested into futures 
The kind you'd never care to chose 
She shone just like a savior 
To a crowd of men like me 
In the dark and dreary alley 
She convinced us we'd be free 
She locked our souls together 
With chain of solid gold 
To wander through the streets 
Starving, in love, and cold 
On rainy nights she'd tell me 
Of the millions she would make 
We pounded solid granite 
Until it'd crack, until it'd break 
She delivered forty hammers 
On a bull, without a sound 
She had hundreds of 'em stowed 
Somewhere buried in the ground 
We bore our chains and sang it loud 
We wrote a thousand songs 
God save your children's virgin eyes 
From seeing such a throng 
She promised me the world inside 
A thimble she'd unhide 
Upon completion of a house 
Built on the black hillside 
She promised me so many things 
I believe I did lose track 
But if I could somehow free these boys 
they'd sure be headed back 
To living simple there in town 
No vixen to demand 
Just a table for to drink at 
And to play a couple hands 
But the hand that feeds the bread 
Now riddled so with grubs 
Would never be allowing that 
A world with beds and tubs 
Her power is a mighty thing 
That crushes bone and brow 
It brings one to believe it right 
To stumble, kneel, and bow 
We're just too worn and sore 
To ever execute our coup 
Best rest until the morning comes 
There's plenty of work to do


Copyright © Andy Ellsworth | Year Posted 2013


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Leaving Me

The shine came off of her back that day
under the magnolia tree
She sprawled her arms like tree sized roots
and swayed with the swaying breeze
It was always her choice of blossoms
that seemed to bruise to the delicate touch
It was always on the day she was about to die
that she wanted to live so much
She sank from luxurious apple green
into chameleon red
as I drew her a picture of spring time
and the resurrection of the dead
The snow fell sweet on the tree that year
in a vision of rains to come
as I sparked a match and drew her breath
in the winter's fallen sun.


Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006


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I Thought Perhaps I Saw

I thought perhaps I saw
the flame of future in her eyes,
but it was fleeting.
Snatched away before it could yield
the unquestionable truth.
Recoiled the recesses of her fortress mind
in well-rehearsed protection.
A chameleon adept is she,
so changeable of mood,
alert to any, small release
from her vast reservoir of emotion.
Perhaps I shall breach the dam,
and we will ride the deluge
in open and honest love.
Perhaps she is impregnable,
wasted, lost to me?
That is such a sad thought.


Copyright © Jonathan French | Year Posted 2018


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Where Are You?

They look at me, they say who him?
He’s just like the rest of them,
Doesn't know where he is.
A victim of circumstance, born into a world that slowly, but surely woos you down 
a path to self destruction.
They look at me, the way I look, the things I wear, my attire,
But don’t know like the chameleon, it’s to camouflage what’s within my heart,
my desire.
They look at me, struggling to break free of the bondages that society and its
misconceptions themselves have placed,
And are quick to say, he's being a rebel, doesn’t want to conform.
They look at me and are quick to judge,
Under the guise of analyze,
Fail to see their own shortcomings,
And to know that, to every finger they point, one points back at them.
And want to tell me, I don’t know where I am.
Where are you!?

Man, look at where we’ve reached.
We want to be everywhere else but where we’re supposed to be.
Man, look at where we’ve reached.
We want to be everyone else but who we’re supposed to be,
We fail to see that the success of men like Martin Luther King Jr.and Mahatma 
Ghandi,
Was based on that within, a quest for originality.
Man, look at where we’ve reached.
We see everything else but what we’re supposed to see.
Overlook poverty, just discuss it.
Overlook greed, just become it.
Overlook life, make a mess of it.
Overlook purpose, don’t become it.
Miss who and what we’re supposed to be,
For a specific purpose and destiny.
And always, it is the blind leading the blind.
We’ve seen so much, our visions impaired, smoke fills our eyes.
And want to tell me, I don’t know where I am.
Where are you!?

Where am I you ask -
I’ll tell you.
Unlike many that sit and philosophize with closed up eyes, I  DO SEE.
With clear vision and approach, I begin my search with action,
Knowing that a stationary vehicle is reluctant to move, but once in motion,
direction soon follows,
Don’t with the intellect scream inertia, PRACTISE  IT!
And don’t even claim that you’re waiting,
After education, you’ll be starting;
Time waits for no man, this could be your last day.
Understand and do something about it.
Or are we content to sit and ask, what is he talking about where I am?
I’m here.
But where are you, your heart?
Where are you, your mind?
Where are you, your soul?
Don’t wait, this hour, this minute, this second, determine where you are.
Don’t wait for anyone else to ask you,
Where are you ?


Copyright © Abdalla Straker | Year Posted 2007