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Cheering For An Iguana
by Ellison, Jack
The Iguana -- but not in a blizzard
by Wolf, Gershon
The Current Iguana
by Ellison, Jack
by Salmonson, Jessica Amanda
by B., Nana
Irrational iguana diary entry four
by Chanan, Taoi
Haiku 9 - iguana on the treetops, mister spider, 6 am and falling rain
by beharry, john
by Lamoureux, Richard
i slaughtered AN IGUANA yesterday just to watch ONE DIE
by cohan, jeffry
NIGHT OF THE IGUANA
by naces, romeo
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What’s In The Urn
Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?
Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose
A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison
In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know
With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms
I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later
There must be a plot of ground outside
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest
Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite pet I guess
It is surmised, that’s how it met its end
Wound up expired inside the urn
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned
I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?
Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing
Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © Sienna Muniz | Year Posted 2010
I reckon you'll find this tale of romance less fact than fiction,
But please bear with me as I try to give it plausible depiction.
I was about half asleep, musin' on the patio the other day,
When my gaze settled on my ornamental iguana on display.
It reposes on a stump in my rock garden starin' back at me.
It looks so real you'd think it could scamper up my apple tree!
Nearby is a birdbath that caters to squirrels now and again.
(Those dudes have taken over my yard by eminent domain!)
A squirrel dropped by for a snort and after much twitchin' of tail,
Leapt to the stump from the bath, that innocent iguana to assail!
And I'll swear this to be true, he hopped on the iguana's back,
Assumin' a very romantic position that really took me aback!
He lay there awhile claspin' the iguana with his quiverin' feet.
(Peerin' with half-closed eyes I tried to appear discreet!)
Strangely, he glanced at me as if to say, "What shall I do?"
I thought, "Son, I'm not in a position to offer advice to you!"
That lothario fell asleep atop the iguana soakin' up the sun.
In that little tryst, 'twas obvious that the inanimate iguana won!
I pondered, "Should squirrels actually mate with iguanas,
Would not the jungles of Guyana be teeming with squanas?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2011
As I walked, one morning, alone, by the sea,
Thinking of nothing but myself and me,
I noticed, above the roar of the ocean,
A splashing, and thrashing, and foaming commotion.
My heart pounded madly, and adrenaline surged,
When a great, scaly beast, from the water emerged.
The creature stood glistening wet in the sun.
I didn't know whether to stand there, or run.
It turned its great head and looked all around.
Its red eyes like beacons, ten feet from the ground.
As it stepped slowly forward, the damp beach sand crunched,
And I wondered if I would be breakfast, or lunch.
Although the sea monster was at least ten-feet tall,
The look in its eyes was not threatening at all.
The creature seemed friendly, and curious too--
Wondering and waiting to see what I 'd do.
At last I remembered what feet were made for,
So I slowly turned, and walked back down the shore.
Now, strange as it seems, the thing followed me home.
It lay down on the porch, and I ran to the phone.
I called up some scientists, and they rolled on the floor,
When I said I'd discovered a live dinosaur.
But, to prove that they know how to play by the book,
They said, "Bring it on in, and we'll take a look."
Well, they probed, and they prodded, and they analyzed.
They studied its throat, its ears, and its eyes.
Then the great men of science, at last, made their call:
"Why, this isn't a dinosaur at all!
Marine iguana is the correct definition--
With a somewhat serious thyroid condition."
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
The iguana is certainly a popular lizard
To figure out why doesn't take a wizard
With that spiky mane curving down its back
It looks like a stegosaurus who went off track
I myself prefer pterodactyls to lizards
To guide me home when lost in a blizzard
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
One day with her pet lizard, on a
warm beach lay the sex goddess Shawna.
One who ogled her bust
tried to claim he was just
enthralled by her lovely iguana!
For john freeman's Giggle 2 Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
perched on the treetops
iguana closes its eyes
soaking in the sunshine
the new doorkeeper
of this deserted house
- one mister spider
6 am and falling rain
bed! how cosy you feel
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
The dancing all night was what Suz
loved most about taking a cruise.
In her beautiful gown
she felt very let down,
for she'd packed only tennis shoes!
The next day a big lizard on a
warm beach crawled on Suz's friend Shawna.
Guys who ogled her bust
tried to say they were just
enthralled by the lovely iguana.
For john freeman's Boisterous Comedy Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
He held out his hand gingerly
With lettuce—on guard inwardly—
Iguana did snap!
We heard, “Holy crap!
He bit me!” he yelled bitterly!
You cannot assume when you try
To do something good it will fly!
Some “creatures” will nab,
While others must stab—
Make “bite me” your snappy reply!
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Bite Me!!
Sponsor: John Lawless
*Inspired by an event during a recent trip when an Iguana really did bite my husband’s finger as he fed him and left two bleeding puncture wounds!
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Zebra, Yak, Xenopus, Walrus, Vulture, Urial, Tiger, Snake, Rhinoceros, Quokka, Peacock, Orangutan, Numbat, Muntjac, Lion, Kudu, Jerboa, Iguana, Hyena, Guan, Frog, Elephant, Dromedary, Camel, Bison, Avians.
Copyright © Nathan Bach | Year Posted 2015
I have a confession to make
My lizard and I are deeply in love
but she thinks I’m cheating on her
and often puts a tail on me
I’m wrapped up in another quandary
My python has a crush on me
and wants me to be her squeeze
It’s a slippery slope I’m slithering down
To be honest, she DOES take my breath away
but if my lizard lover hears of this tawdry tail
she Iguana be awful jealous, but frankly speaking
I think she needs to scale down her expectations
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
Our awards night, my corporate boss thought this up
with fine dining, much cash and chairman's gilded cup;
as awardee, they shacked me up in a five-star
in Hongkong where I felt I was some superstar.
After a warm bath, I consulted the mirror,
checked my body for any overlooked error;
inhaled, puffed my chest up, flattened that beer belly,
flexed my biceps, almost convinced I was Bruce Lee.
I even thought it should not have been Pitt but me
as the champion Achilles in Troy, the movie;
for there stood I, a demigod of mythology,
proudly prancing, preening in self-love's apogee.
A thump on the massive door smashed my reverie;
with a towel round my waist, I peeped out to see;
finding no one, I stepped out to catch the prankster;
must be the aircon wind for not a soul was there.
But then, the door slammed deafeningly behind me,
locking me out in the bright hallway with no cardkey;
from nowhere, young lady guests elegantly dressed
with smooth tuxedoed escorts, strolled straight towards me.
I panicked and froze in indescribable shame
though they didn't and wouldn't even know my name;
so there stood I, a semi-nude dude from the sauna
nervously blinking like a startled iguana!
Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2008
Awards night, my corporate boss thought this up,
with dinner, cash prize and chairman's gilded cup.
As an awardee in a Hongkong five-star,
I truly felt like some pampered superstar.
After warm bath, I checked myself in the mirror
for any overlooked, unsightly error.
Puffed my chest up and flattened that beer belly.
Flexed my biceps, quite convinced I was Bruce Lee.
Almost truly I thought it should have been me,
not Brad Pitt as Achilles in Troy, the movie.
For there stood I, proud as proud can ever be,
Narcissus preening, drunk in vain vanity.
A dull thump on the door smashed my reverie.
With a towel around me, I peeped out to see.
I stepped out, looked around to catch the prankster.
But not a soul was there, my heart beat faster.
Then the door slammed behind me and locked me out.
Forgot the key in the room, there was no doubt.
In the hallway, lady guests elegantly dressed
strolled by wide-eyed, amused, with laughter suppressed.
I panicked and froze in unspeakable shame
although they didn't and wouldn't know my name.
For there stood I, a half-nude dude from the sauna,
trembling and blinking like a startled iguana!
Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2011
My Green Iggy
My wild green iguana
nods his regal head at me.
It’s the power of a tangerine
hibiscus flower he knows.
Bobbing his head like Billy Idol,
liking what he sees.
Offering my shoulder,
he grabs on tightly with his toes.
Now my dinosaur friend
is taking a thrilling joy ride.
Settling in his outdoor
cage to work on his suntan.
Guarding his cage,
for I would cry if he died.
An orange tabby lies beside him,
Iggy loves his cat.
Iggy takes a wild ride
inside and eats fresh fruit.
Romance, he makes my purple
house shoe his junk yard dog.
Playing a jungle song,
entertaining him with my shiny flute.
Keep the room hot for him,
but we’re not rich.
He loves to be messaged
and lightly misted with water.
Loving him like he was
my son or my daughter.
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
among the ruins
iguana carved from bed rock
weathers in the sun
Inspired by a haiku by Amy Losak on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2016
Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir
Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter
and turn him into an agent assassin
with the clandestine power of hypnotism
yes Generalissimo I am here to obey
decked out like a burlesque revue warlord
his Mauser cigar lighter on his belt
a curlicue mustache and a pie tin helmet
Opal his opium fiend gun moll squirming in his lap
was our Generalissimo
Bedlam weighed the coming abrasions
concluded we are our scars and furthermore
if adaptation is survival so is parasitism
cleared his throat noisily and bowed an exit
later that fate laden candle lit night
he made a deep study of his globes and charts
Europa Asia Oceana the Steppes the Savannah
the Scorched Hills of Malibu
a map addict re-educated in the cleanup of '89
his bell-shaped curve insisted love me
server and served a beautiful thing
if one enjoyed giant jungle arachnids and leeches
and centipedes that crawl up your butt
to lay millions of eggs when you sleep
where the laws of physics become
a tumbling burbling retinal stew
geysering steam and sulfur and mud and
where was I oh yah
yet a thing of beauty was Opal to Bedlam
he heard scratching and purring at the door
it was she incognito in an iguana skin
we must escape this hideous circus of shame
she coo coo rooed as her tongue dove into
the holy fissure in his brain
and he threw caution to the feral hogs
forgetting good posture he oozed upon Opal
I bet you think you make your own decisions
she cloyed and again he tossed caution
into a cauldron of grunting mammalian rut
for several hours perhaps the entire weekend
it's easy to rewire a human
you just give them a little epiphany
and bingo ownership
his hypnotic gambit paid off in ducats
the Generalissimo slept like a corpse
the pet centipedes concluded their labors
his ex-kingdom rejoiced at their new liberty
and that's anarchy for ya
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2017
Lizard Smile – iguana neon green
In Florida some things are larger than the state
Summer is forever way down there
Lizards grow neon bright in hidden vegetation
Capture bugs on long tongues with a smile
Spanish moss veils the grasses wicked and dense
Birds of prey station themselves above nature
Thick trees and underbrush offer up moving meals
Humidity is always the welcome guest
Bushes grow long beards of briar, since it is so hot
Foliage can grow anywhere without permission
Green things prefer Florida over Texas though
As indicated or inferred
Swamps hold the rains in place; feed the young fish and birds
Nature down there tells a story dinosaur old and ancient
Symphonies of greenery thrive in secrecy
Drink the brooks winding wild
Trickling sounds from the water gurgle, “It’s nice to be alive”
Created on 3/07/15 for - Florida Nature – Poetry contest- sponsored by Rhonda Johnson- Saunders – Subject painting is “Wild Symphony”
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
Army suits they wore at war.
Butterflies flying at the bar.
Change their colors like cheetahs and cats.
Dark comes i'm scared of bats.
Easy for them on hide and seek.
Find them not, i'm getting weak.
Giant trees you see in the forest.
Hidden with dangerous beast.
Iguana and giraffe are endangered species.
Jaguars are strong can't torn them into pieces.
King of animals they are lions.
Like leopards they are union.
Makes me sick, makes me confuse.
Nothing i can do makes me anxious.
On that wall a beautiful woman.
Pink and silver she's holding a fan.
Queen Elizabeth looks not for me.
Reminiscence of Helen is what i see.
Teary eyes, you can't refuse.
Unidentified, i'm confuse.
Very concealing but amazing.
With your color so exaggerating.
Xenon is weakly interacting.
You beautiful creatures get some rest.
zebras and tigers are the best.
Copyright © Leila Mijares | Year Posted 2012
A Baboon Cleans Dandruff
Entirely From Gigantic
Hairy Iguana Just Kicked Low
Monkey Never Opened Pants
Quickly Runs Sighting Trunks
Under Vest Wearing
Xylophone Yelling Zebra.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
My gawd, this one is stupid.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
a toyota tercel scuries like a pale iguana
past desert mile marker 368 headed south.
pulling over hearing the welcome
crush of warm gravel.
we lie on the hood and look
up at the night sky.
you tell me there are powdered sea
urchens crushed into the paint
but we cant see them.
you say all the factories do it that way.
thinly focused sleep knit tones.
so precise the hands of the
orchard astronomers lurring
are eyelids to close.
the desert wind is dry and cold
little is goverened or reflected.
feeling the warmth of the hot engine
through the pale blue oxidized car hood.
light factory blue fades into the darkness
tanglebly felt through the nights
Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2012
At a certain point
He happened to be a pretender
Deviating the track he came
Like an iguana
Way of flowing the life
Broke and changed
Language of words
Feelings and expressions
Thoughts and strategies
Smiles and laughs
Became an artificial drama of an actor
Does his role very latently
Lie being the reality
Life becomes the reality of lie
From then on
Vanished the soul and
Reborn a different mind
Because of that
Life being shaped
Before the mirror
He is same but different in soul
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Copyright © Udaya R. Tennakoon | Year Posted 2013
OLD GREAT GRAND OLYMPIAD Acrostic
Ocean creatures organized overwhelming Olympiad.
Land animals appreciated, approved courtyard.
Dreadful dragons, daredevil dinosaur drunkard.
Great grand gorgeous gone celebration
Rigorous vigorous rattle snake rolled, rang tail- rings.
Elephant arrogant fought haughty hippo, won wrestling.
Aggressive antelope attacked ants, angry *** chased.
Tigers terrified tortoises taking gun, putting paws on triggers.
Grey goat got gold medal galloping on green grass.
Raccoon ragged reindeer ramping running rat race.
All alert expert winners achieved trophies.
Nine naughty notorious narwhales were expelled to neglect rules.
Dear, Donkeys,Dodos, Doves, Ducks were delighted.
Opening orison was displayed by outstanding group of owls.
Lame langur, leopard, lion loitered, leaped on ladder.
Young yeti rode on yellow yak, yawned, yelped.
Mandrill, mammoth, monkey met mouse tickling mermaid.
Peacocks, pigeons, parrots, pelicans proudly participated.
Immodest Incorrigible iguana irritated infant ibex.
Athlete acrobat agitated alligators assembled.
Deaf dumb Dog driving double-decker was declared Champion.
Olympic Mania Contest by Janis Thompson
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
I walked beneath the Iguana tree
Along a cobbled road
Taking in the surroundings
In this land of Mexico
Here life has a rhythm
No one seems in a rush
Yet they get where they're going
While I continue on my walk
I try to match their pace
Yet I feel I'm out of step
I worry about tomorrow
All the worries in my head
They seem to move so slowly
Yet they are quick with a smile
This is the land of mañana
Still they work each day to get by
I think they have so little
There is a flaw in how I see
For them family is the answer
Or praying on bended knee
Simple pleasures and laughter
Living day by day
Instead of rushing through our lives
We should learn from the Mexican way
I learn a small yet large lesson
By stopping long enough to see
A different way of living
In sleepy Bucarrias by the Sea
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
Far I have travelled on a distant star
over land and sea upon the two isles;
to eat sweet guava jelly from a jar
and fill of the red rum and all its guiles!
To walk the old sands and not feel it strange
and gaze on peaks and wonders for dear sake -
El Cerro del Aripo on the Range
to the Devil's Woodyard and black Pitch Lake.
In calm wind and sail out of Scotland Bay,
iguana hunt in woods of Gasparee...
and deep spear fishing when night becomes day
beyond Huevos and Chacachacare.
Hear the sticks of tamboo-bamboo so real
in the rhythms of the heartbeat you feel.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Iguana wears a dragon’s coat
And haughty dragon stare.
If you should find him in your bath,
He’d give you quite a scare!
Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009