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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
Metamorphosis Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Change is inevitable
Acceptance of it means obeying the law of nature.
Though noticed or not, transfiguration goes on.
Beautiful butterflies undergo a complete mutation.
Chameleon changes its colour as a part of defensive mechanism.
Variations in the Sun can be seen daily in his appearance.
Dark sky roars with its thunders.
Water vapour converts into fluffy clouds.
Glaciers are formed - What a sea-change!
The eagle strives to get back its former strength,
Or else it will be left with the only option of dying.
To conceal his identity, Lucifer takes the form of a serpent.
Does it applicable to human beings?
Physical transformation of humans is highly impracticable.
Of course, there may be phases in their growth.
But the real conversion happens through their invisible thought process only.
Brutus wears the mask of friendship to hide his subversive activities.
Hamlet wears the mask of indecisiveness.
Pretences and masks cannot give real happiness
The thought process shapes the character
One insightful soul can transform the entire society.
Enlightenment shows the path of liberating the soul
Lord Buddha shows how it works out.
First of all, bring the six enemies of mind under control.
Right impressions lead to right thoughts
Right thoughts lead to right actions.
Why so?
God metamorphoses Himself and takes the forms of a child or lamb
Because He wants to be in reach of all!
In the manipulated incentive of compulsive being
The transmuting concept of uniqueness called color
Changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange
While conjured chameleon shapes the human entity.
In the ostensible performance of life’s amazing drama
Enactments perfected with the obsession of passion
Aureate the sequel created by metamorphic alchemy
The shift from one actor to another is a designed motive.
Out of spotlight the colors melt on the visage of the self
The unmade-up face turns into truthful mirror of actuality
Reflecting the real definition of shape with pristine hues
Of unaltered identity of innocence it embodied once.
When spasm of contrived discernment breaks the mirror
The shards of shattered facade splatter as discarded debris
Shapeshifting creates deluding creature creeping as chameleon
And completes the compulsive act of shape metamorphosis.
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May 10, 2022
Contest : Shapeshifters And Shapeshifting
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
You know that guy,
he's always rehearsing, practicing, chasing a better
version of himself.
He's fit, the way a sparrow is fit enough
to find crumbs.
You know this woman,
she loves poetry, but the words she reads
must be pretty and never say a damn thing,
she loves any art-form that she does not understand.
She is wise,
the way we think of wise owls,
but the bird must be dead and stuffed first.
You know this chameleon, it slips
in and out of the light
basking in an illumined sense of approval.
It will change its persona
to win a smile.
It’s a people pleaser, but the pleasing
is just for itself.
You know my voice,
it’s the echo of a barking dog
marooned in a high tower.
You hear it, and you just know
that it has separation syndrome,
and like any other dog,
it will keep barking
until it feels your pain.
When conflicts occurs between two parties
Raging fire is lit by some oppositionists
Creating great frictions as antagonist insists
While waving a flag of pride, tossing away peace.
Then war takes its place in a cauldron of anger
Boiling over the big fire of heart’s selfishness
Melting every particle of truth’s worthiness
But truth cools like an iron- making harder, stronger.
Truth will struggle but not a casualty of war
It’s like a chameleon, still protecting itself through colors
It can be trampled down by all lies of provocateurs
But it’s flexible and resilient...never drifts afar.
First casualty is peace that’s temporarily marred
But restores at the end when consensus and unity are found
By God’s gift of truth which prevails in triumphant sound
Sets us free to win back peace in His Loving Power who guards.
April 5,2022 9.51pm
John 8:32 – And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
John 14:6-I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father
except through me.
Proverbs 12:17-Whoever speaks the truth gives honest evidence, but false
witness utters deceit,
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!
About this simple poem, please note that there is nothing personal, nothing related to old friends and readers at all.
Stalled Beginning…Beautiful Ending
I
Like a stalled car
with engine running,
I sat there waiting
to go somewhere.
A tingling bumped
my consciousness;
I became aware
my blank foot-brake
was resting
on my mind’s pad.
Now we have arrived
to where I am; sitting
in this lot of creativity.
Here I shall be a while;
resting before moving on
to the next destination.
II
Night has fallen and by grace
here we are…travelling again.
At the day’s end, tired butterflies
ape chameleon-like blades
sticking into the soft tree branches.
Shooting stars streak across the sky;
as burrowing worms wait for the rain.
Hooting owls advise all of the full moon
echoing the truth of the passing sun.
Across the spreading beauty of night,
the grand symphony of frogs and crickets
score another mating-call masterpiece.
In the celestial heights above, said moon
silhouettes a peaceful flock in sable flight.
At early dawn, me lying supine on my non - mowed lawn in happy mood.
I am relaxing under bright Sun and clean clear cerulean sky enjoying
morning beauty of environ. Cheerful sparrows and sterlings to chirp
and prance. Morning dews are glistening on wild glass blades. Swift
squirrel is climbing up and coming down. Slow snail is crawling silent with
single foot. In gentle breeze, tiny feral flowers are nodding heads in fun.
Everything is running smooth and fine in fresh morning.
Fluttering wings flying butterflies are visiting blossoms. Cute kittens are
playing joyfully at a corner. I am sensing serene sublime ecstatic state.
Suddenly a grass hopper settles on tip of grass. A prompt chameleon
doesn’t miss the chance to attack and swallows up. My heavenly bliss at
once turns in melancholy sinking in hell.
nature acts ruthless ~
prey and predator to run
simultaneous.
White chalks.. on the glossy blackboard.
Black and White. .all matte and bored.
Technicolour scribbles. ..the world explored.
Vivacious markers...splashes the white board.
The aura of colors..the magical power.
Light mesmerising...the dull in cower.
Crayons and lipsticks..palettes of brush.
Vintage memories..in bookshelves flush.
Color of sun..darkens in shade.
Color of leaves..wither and fade.
Color of spring...never overstayed.
Color of life. .greys. .betrayed.
Reflections shimmer... the glass of solitude.
A kaleidoscope heart... colors in multitude.
Chameleon thoughts...in silence argues.
A 'Colorblind Dreamscape'...
the mind imbues.
8th September 2018.
Colored Memories Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
Autumn's beautiful changes
- radiance glows
carved out of the rainbow
The chameleon adjusts the colors
- the display is magnificent
The thirst that rises from the soul
long drink glass with ice cubes and fruit
- autumn's honey breath
Exploring multiple dimensions
Beauty is meant to be appreciated
in trusting kisses
My queen, at her death
you were a momentary ornament in gold
- affection gracious
Shadow of the chameleon grows
In the faults of the earth the last act is shown
with a soft voice that caresses your ears
Every stormy night, she rests in the earth's temple