Long Chameleon Poems
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I have marked my place,
I stand now in the
bulging vein of the moment.
No more hunting for meaning
or for anti-meaning,
all socks are white or not.
I am here.
a one-sized loosely fitted mind,
a tick and cross
on an illogical checklist,
acres stacked upon acres
of fifth dimensional
doubt, faith, and gnosis,
a bottomless barrel of chewed-over laughter.
I am all things and nothing,
happy to be
whatever you see
and I will not
gainsay your worst opinions,
but embrace every layer of the onion
even though you cannot perceive
the chameleon gifts
of my all too human superpowers,
or my agreeable acceptance
of your legendary life.
I am rooted in truth
and conspiratorial speculation
finding no fault in either
but still a knowing of what I am,
could have been or was.
I am raised up in my lowliness and glory
no longer there or anywhere
simply this kit and caboodle, this enchilada.
deeply sorry to be so unrepentant
and mostly happy to be sorry,
not a worry
or any flurry of guilt.
Expunged and indelibly revealed
as this ingenuity of self,
here now and gone
all along.
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
In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile
at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure
in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted still
against the blazing skyline of transient brilliance
witnessing the last flicker of the dying day.
Twirling threads of turmoil entwined seamless
with the cleaved clouds of the swarming storm
the unwary horizon halcyon once
mimicking the chameleon transformation
on the convoluted canvas burning the last corner
from the surreal chromatic flare the ash flying away.
The shards of the splintered sky in the swirling gale
roll on the dismal waves of the curled up clouds
the remnant rays of sanguinity surviving still
in the departing flashes of the sinking sun
fabricate the latent lattice of unframed dream
in the petrified life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.
March 29, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Feb 21)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
"The Hope Thieves"
Colours change chameleon fast
The Hope Thieves
steal dreams to make up
for their own lost lives and fast-draining
upside-down hour glass pasts
In their hearts a million silent cries
In their minds a million worlds collide
Lost, cunning and sly, they drink up pure essence of Hope and Trust
like blood sucking vampires patrolling the crowded underpasses and
the jungled overgrown potent gardens of trysting rose-glassed lovers and soothsaying sage-green poets
They exist as shadow people dark and full of shallow notes
In their lives a million reasons why
In their world all doors shut inside
They exist on the outside
Looking for the key to open their own home doors wide
Lost husbands and brides, petulant, deriding The Others,
Ghosts of romantic scribes finding freedom in wide open Blue Skies
The Hope Thieves
steal dreams to make up
for their own lost lives
Colours change chameleon fast
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/rQiyyoLF05A
Emika/Take Me for a Ride
“Becoming a vampire means completely changing your identity.”
https://youtu.be/jG6s7W9yG_c
Emika/Mouth to Mouth
“The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him.”
Time, chameleon illusion–
glosses over each hurtful slur
corralling each warm memory
to morph the past to one grey blur.
Emotional paralysis
senses dulled from desolation.
Suddenly comes along the buoy
in the middle of an ocean.
You found me or did I find you
against the odds we two should meet
neither looking, just two souls lost
--love, the mystery bittersweet.
The rules have changed along the way
yet, neath the rubble, fires dwell.
It is a game well worth the play
Knowing romance can cast its spell.
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on March 29, 2022 for contest FORM L - LAY sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
Eye To Open Eye
by Odin Roark
How steadfast the gaze
At times gentle
Most disturbing
Other times angry
Most transparent
Few times without shadow
Most obvious
The dead see better
Say those pursuing truth
While in our face
Podiums support
Balconies present
Photo-ops portray
Power’s ever-dark delusion
How unfortunate
Certain dilated pupils
See not opportunity’s avenue of perception
But choose guilt’s dense chameleon of deceit
That illusion to light where none exists
Ignorance cultivates many who
Unknowingly cater to a fear partnership
Darkening their eyes
Avoiding insight
Embracing immunity to consciousness
Eventually becoming destitute
They can only watch
As honesty of purpose
Knows only
Eye to open eye
Integrity
Out of reach
For the blind of heart
And thus
The wailing of helplessness begins
Desperately wondering
Why is there no end?
empowered
to shape illusions
we frolic about
in dreams within dreams
until reaching
point of exhaustion
silence infuses
rapture of magnetism
to which we then
get addicted
and so secretly seek
the enlivening bliss current
in timeless time
bliss gets embodied within
an ever present heartbeat of love
which we then take for granted
as an attribute we own
reverberating in permanence
it is clear we continue to invoke
subtler layers of vibrations
slowly assimilating what we imbibe
shape shifting like a chameleon
that presence stripped of ego imprints
its unique footprint in the void
Contest Winner Medal 1 Wayra Kaleidoscope Andrea Dietrich
Contest Winner Medal 1 Wayra Kaleidoscope Constance La France
Contest Winner Medal 1 Wayra Kaleidoscope Evelyn Judy Buehler
Contest Winner Medal 1 Wayra Kaleidoscope Subimal Sinha-Roy
Contest Winner Medal 2 WAYRA KALEIDOSCOPE Sotto Poet
Contest Winner Medal 2 Kaleidoscope Evie smith
Contest Winner Medal 2 Wayra- Chameleon Valsa George
Contest Winner Medal 3 WAYRA Chameleon Ken Allan Dronsfield
Contest Winner Medal 3 WAYRA CHAMELEON Patri Venkata Ramana
Contest Winner Medal 3 Wayra Kaleidoscope Sandra Haight
4 WAYRA Chameleon Uncle Bob
4 Wayra Chameleon John Lawless
4 WAYRA Chameleon Chetta Achara
I was once a perfumed flower in his concubine court
sweet scented bud that bloomed at his touch
and despite the harem hijab that hid my lips,
he knew the seductive smile I always wore for him.
But I've become a jasmine veiled with jinxed jewels.
What is left of us worthy to be labeled 'love'?
Is there an answer to my anxious askance ~
a panacea to explain my pitiable plea?
I am drowning in a deluge of doleful disdain
with grief that tortures me with pain.
Lost and lonely for all eternity I shall be ~
A wave removed from the sea
A night bereft of moonlight
A pair of eyes robbed of sight
A storm without roaring thunder
A heart riven and torn asunder
Forever was written in the light of his eyes
Now, I must learn to live for lovesick lies
In solemn solitude I choose to morosely mourn
hiding my deepest ache and darkest sorrow.
I feel passionate pangs of jealousy
when moonlight fondles waves on the sea
for I remember the way his touch tenderly ~
so slowly and sensually found its way over me.
A love once real wears a chameleon disguise.
He has no ear to hear my deep dolorous sighs
nor does he care about my woeful worries.
I despise having the emotional angst of an angel
who's been betrayed by the one who owns my soul.
I silently struggle to maintain a position of dignity
when no longer does he hold me in his arms
seductively swaying under shining starlight skies.
I'm tempted to go dancing with my sweet demons
and give myself up to their flaming fangs of fire.
I must not give in to evil thoughts. They're a bane
I cannot fathom, for he will always be in my heart
and that's the part of me that must let him go.
He was always my Phoenix Sun, lighting my way.
If only I could forgive the wrong that he's done
but my traces of tears flow like beads of blood
and I wane, an angel without wings. bitterly crying.
Tortured and tormented is what I've become.
I script verse after verse with anguished agony
for grief is a ghostwriter whose ink drips from my pen.
Some people are Satan worshipers
As luck would have it they are few
They love cheating beside evils and devils
Active in showing coloring of a chameleon
Not nowadays but since their early beginning
What do you expect Satan worshipers do?
Obscenely they come and go, say and sing
Rancorous men and women most of the time
Sake not humanity welfare sake not facts and truth
Humbug day and night deceive others and themselves
Identical to Satan and its misgiving its obsession
People hate Satan, evils and devils all over the world
Except those ugly Satan worshipers
Really Satan is their leader and their god
Satan lovers!
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