Chameleons Poems - Poems about Chameleons

Chattering Chameleons

I watch them as the conversation shifts, chattering chameleons, changing the shades of interpretation to suit their "narrative".

Chameleons

“Chameleons”

Chameleons
many shades 
of blue 

pretty beautiful
things given time
change their colours

not so 
delphinium
belladonna blue

Blue sky 
hypnotises
blooms 

face to the sun 
smiling to
wave Apollo in 

subtle fragrance 
the wanting need 
to get closer

around their 
feet, circling geckos
5 toes like man

leave their 
love-drugged marks 
their tales moving

words written
marks retreating 
in Time’s sands

chameleons

pretty beautiful 
things given time 
change their

- Chameleons -

                                       In rhythmic pouring
             

Chameleons

Please do not think I’ll stay the same 
only chameleons change the game.

Masked Chameleons

Be wary of a narrow faith
that chokes the Mystery dead
Be careful of a promise made
that hides beneath your bed

The strongest bade, a deeper jade
from yellow mixed with blue
To mock the wonder heaven sent
—in weaker shades of hue

(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)

Charlatans and Chameleons Prance and Dance

Charlatans and chameleons prancing in a country western dancing line
If Charlatans had stayed in place, all would have been quite fine
Charls are used to being devious, so they did underhanded things
Chameleons acted miffed and mad as the Charls began their swings.

Willie Nelson was singing in that crazy, wonderful offbeat way of his.
Charls were spreading rumors

Chameleons of the Paper Chase

Gold scattered on the temple steps
its metamorphosis of wealth
disdained in greed a saviors poverty
coins for a foreclosure of faith
dirt to wash clean the hands of the godless

Each inferior tier of society
upon the holy ground pay their due
obligation to a crown of jewels
but wear a cross of thorns

Knotted whip beat the scoundrels
from their spiritual tariff
for the

The Chameleons

Bravery and fear
  not either or

But versions of…

Valor and shame
  brought heretofore

Mixed pieces of…

A riddle to confound
  the poet’s mum

As glory weds disdain…

Courage and fear
  not zero-sum

But oft times look the same

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The Chameleons

THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being quite near
Nature blessed him, with a way to camouflage
If you can’t locate him, he doesn’t need to dodge


There are other

Chameleons

Chameleons 


Life’s only consistency is change
for “nature abhors a vacuum”.
Time, inexorably tinges each moment,
colors it in fading yellows.

Memory’s dog-eared pages,
entwined with nostalgia’s neediness,
produce an altered state,
an hereditary fraud.

We are, at best, evolved chameleons
shifting colors lest the truth hold sway,
parsing words to spare the victim
the gravity of the crime.

Muted voices slinking silently
along the edge of rage,
tongues

Monochrome Chameleons

the leather train
the house without doors
both inside of the brain
one is and one roars

there's a whale
breathing slowly
on the slope of an anthill
the chorus said
that the lords are dead
and sand is made in a land mill

the midnight flight
was interrupted
by monochrome chameleons
and after that
enough said
we're through silly aeons

a craven suitcase
a chessboard cab
and drums from thirteenth floor
make me

Good Chameleons

Once there was a man called smoke, the great
this fellow changes color for his survival, no heat!
in danger befriends enemy for good!
otherwise got his strong opinions for good!
bloody these good chameleons will rule for sometime!

Chameleons and Politicians

They are absolutely free from pretension
They are directed by the nature’s reason
And remain true to the instinctive provision
Thus they are steadfast to their description.

But they resolutely detest their comparison
Made with debased, contemptible politician
Who personifies of all that is filthy and rotten
And, therefore, not worthy of any correlation.

Politicians are sophisticated brutes n cannibals
Worse than the lowly

Chameleons

Chameleons

  Chameleons we must be

      In a world forever changing

           For the sequel to tranquility

                 Is impending rearranging

     

Incredible Chameleons

The Chameleon is a remarkable lizard
That changes its color like a magic wizard
Some with amazing face ornamentation
That feels its way by subtle vibration

Some with crests upon their heads
And others with skin flaps that open and spreads
With long sticky tongue and bulbous tip
That shoots out its mouth like a darting whip

With eyes that rotate in all

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