Short Chameleons Poems
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I watch them as the conversation shifts, chattering chameleons, changing the shades of interpretation to suit their "narrative".
Airborne chameleons
in the snow-blown morning:
dull white, grey gulls flying,
silently disappear
against dull white, grey clouds.
poor chameleon
always searching for a mate
finding it so frustrating…
other chameleons
always blend in with the background
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11.05.26
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!
Cool October air
playfully tickles the leaves
making them sway with itself
before each drops down
Ha! chameleons feel naked
they quickly change their color
Date: 6.10.2014
Andrea Dietrich's contest
October Bliss or November Dreams
To have a better understanding,
Peoples in my view; mind; and heart
Are in three categories: faithfuls my beloved,
Atheists whom I do not hate, they express their inners;
Last category are hypocrites: the damn humanlike lizards and chameleons.
Bright lights always attract the moths-
moths can't come up with their own lights.
Star fishes always have an empty mind
but survive in their own strange ways.
Chameleons have their own minds
but use mimicry to survive.
September 29, 2022
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)
cracking and peeling
the skin of cool walls crawling
chameleons sigh
October 1st 2018
Composed For Anthony Slausen's
The Paint Mover(s) Poetry Contest
i was a pest on the wall
i was an electricity aardvark
i was a refrigerator raider
i was a bumby bill increaser
then the door left a mark
the locks became cunning chameleons
the reality became a badly bitter truth serum
time card growth became forever tattooed in my mind over time
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)
Freeze frames in colours as those of a charcoal chameleons....
Chain reactions; from old and welcome unto the world ordained
Amid continuums about temporal dimensions; confirmed afflatus
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....“Afore These Learning Curves; 'Psychoanalysis'” ~
Form:
Every year in late November
the fourth twilight between equinox and solstice
transpire
the sky becomes pale and blank
the leaves around the area
act like chameleons
water stars fall gently to the ground
a beautiful two in one sight
worth watching from the window
putting on a scarf and jacket
I open the portal
and join the party
in the outside world
HAIKU #12,084-12,087.............................................................EYES
Have you ever seen
Iris of an eye so black
Its pupil is knight
I know a small boy
Bestowed with one cat pupil
And one most human.
Brown skin brown iris
Irises changing colors
Like chameleons.
Mean eyes sexy eyes
I have seen sad eyes singing
Tugging at my heart.
*
The yellowing
of winter
flows out
into the yellowing
of spring;
kissing chosen roses
with its hued sunshine.
Seasons,
like chameleons,
change;
and paper yellows
as teasing tinting time
mellows itself.
But
truth’s color
knows no shade;
remaining
the same
in all seasons
favoring
neither night nor
day.
And
is unchanged
by the yellowing
of time.
Chameleons calmly disguise.
Hiding can always be a surprise.
Anywhere it can be, but nowhere to be seeked.
Mindlessly changing, so that it'll never be peeked.
Even during the day, no one knows where it may lay.
Leaping away in their own little way.
Every chameleon invisibly walks from color to color.
One other animal like it? I believe there's no other.
Never do they abruptly arise.
My
Mind
Melts
Orange
Scattering butterflies
Singing with iridescent
Chameleons
First aqua green, then
Revolution
Clubbing twilight with both
Fists, gulped by gallons
Of planets
Parading
As thoughtless trees
Overbearing junipers
Crowding the galaxy
With shrinking
Wisdom
Unafraid of red
Ants
Colonizing advanced
Mountaintops
Millions
Of miles
Inside
My
Mind
08/08/13
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Your wishes
half empty
Your hopes are
half full
Chameleons
perspective
Hell bent
on the view
Tomato
tomatto
Once sliced
are the same
The pulp
left to ripen
Regardless
of name
Those blessings
upon you
Accepted
or not
Define
a new vista
uncooked
in the pot
When leaving
to enter
Once piercing
the veil
The end
comes in
focus
— a butterfly’s tale
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Fresh, Tinned Or Frozen
Father was a snap bean,
that’s all, Sis,
nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen,
the greens of snap beans vary.
Neighbors in the yard,
clerks at the store,
folks at church,
you and me and bawling Ma,
for years we fed his strange chameleons
so we can swear, on the Bible,
Father was a snap bean,
that’s all, Sis.
Nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen.
Donal Mahoney
he was a classic analytic
logic overruled his feelings
he put every thought into a box
wanted symmetry in his life
his home was full of squares and circles
he refused to acknowledge stars, streaks or bumps
preferred tan, gray and black to bright colors
surrounded by neatly filed papers and people
never noticed chameleons, or shapeshifters
content with a grayscale life
never enthusiastic or excited
bland, boring and blah
OPEN IYZ C SUNLIGHT
EARS HEAR VOICES FROM MOUTHS' LIPS
IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS NO LIGHT, NO MOON, NO STARS, NO
SUNLIGHT
EVOLUTIONS CHANGE LIKE CHAMELEONS IN FOUR SEASONS WEATHER
IN THE SAME INSTANT THAT IT BEGAN, IT CAN END JUST LIKE THAT
THE END WILL BE DARK JUST LIKE IT BEGAN
NO ALIEN, NO LIFE, NO HUMAN
NO CHAMELEON!
EVOLUTION EARTH WILL END
REVOLUTION HEAVEN WILL BEGIN
BECAUSE EYES BECAME BLIND AND EARS WERE DEAFENED
Form:
People who have no backbone like jellyfish.
Unsurpassed, adapting to various environments like chameleons.
People of this caliber come more than one in a million.
Prancing and dancing graciously to the very, very, every, every
Every beat and singing to every command of the puppet master.
The popping and chopping of their wooden frame puts shame,
Shame, shame, shame, and blame, to their much unknown name.
wrote in college @ ULM
Summer 2004
Music has a special taste
feelings lost in sound
Touching heard across the room
vision by the pound
References left unto themselves
choir boys in tune
Trading what they never had
tribute to the loon
One last chance to make the grade
masks come flying off
Darwin leaving Born in chains
climbing through the moss
Menageries have come and gone
kaleidoscopes diffused
Nomenclature chameleons
—confounded and bemused
(The New Room: January, 2023)
If you are going to arrest me please put me in kiddy jail.
I will sing songs about frogs, chameleons, two toads and a snail.
I will make up marches, and we will all sing and dance.
We will have a great time, laughing at the tower in France.
If you are going to arrest me please give me some food.
Let me take extra for the others, so we are all in a great mood.
I will do my best to get the others to not riot or worse.
If I have to go right away, can you please take my purse?
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 riven
make me sad
and now I have to go
pardon me