The chameleon changes color to match the earth, the earth doesn't change color to match the chameleon.
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Chameleon
If humans had the skin of a chameleon
we would never fear each other.
For we'd just change the color of our skin
to match the color of a brother.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Chameleon Boy
A chameleon lies in the sizzling heat,
I watch it intently, pondering what color it will be,
Lying slack as can be, an ashen rock providing coziness.
I detest that chameleon; it looks like my ex-boyfriend.
A lazy deadbeat ass!
As if it heard me it moved his scaly head, turns to face me,
His protruding eyes open, his long slimy tongue slides out as if he tastes my scent in the air,
I feel a sense of anxiety as he looks at me with judgmental beady eyes, just as my boyfriend used to do.
His slimy tongue twisting on the rock catching bugs swarming in the air, poor bugs fly away! Don't let his slick tongue deceive you!
I feel for the helpless bugs, I was once a bug myself.
His color changes from ashen gray to avocado green, as he gets up, more deception,
With a final goodbye that chameleon leaves, unbeknown to him, he added salt to already fresh vulnerable wound.
poem by Francesca Marie
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Chameleon? Me? No!
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Ignored...
And not directly disrespected.
Unless someone regarded me as a pesty insect.
And someone named Jackson...
In my youth did me like that.
A bitter woman that lack attraction.
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Not that others were being mean.
I'm not one to call attention to myself.
If it is given,
What can I say?
Go away?
I've tried that before!
It doesn't work.
Then I'm considered a complete jerk.
An egomaniac with insecurities.
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
I don't choose or wish to be.
Nor is that need inside of me.
I just love who it is I am.
With a love of life I experience.
And if others see that differently?
What about that can I really say?
Don't do it like that...
Do that my way?
There is too much to digest.
Too much life I have not lived yet.
To make confessions,
Of how I wished I had lived my life?
The way I 'could' have lived it.
And did that to my delight!
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
'Me' know just 'me' and that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Color Me
I wish that they would color me
The color of the rose
The color of the spring
Or the color of the snow.
If again they’d color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color I could see
As long as I am free.
As I wish that they would color me
The color of the trees
Or the color of the leaves
And then that color I would be.
I wish that I was a rainbow
With the many colors of the sky
Or the single color of a star
Shimmering in the night.
And if again they would color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color that is me
Is the color that I could see.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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What Color? (Hope)
what color
was the dust
from which the stars
were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?
what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....
the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?
what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?
what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?
what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?
what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?
nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?
and what color is hope?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Nails Match My Heart
my nails match my heart
'Lost Love' that's what its called
as pal as my nails my heart is
if only i could paint my heart
as easily as i paint my nails
red would be a nice color for the heart
does red match with how it feel
No! 'Lost Love' does
have i ever found love that paints my heart red
will i ever find that love that will slowly paint it
with tender strokes
so perfectly that nothing will ever ruin it
for now 'Lost Love' is the color it will stay
and tomorrow will hopefully be a new day
my nails match my heart
poem by Pilar Guethon
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Greens
Mid-rainbow color and cooler of eyes,
With it's companion color crayon,
Whose swiping movements on paper describes a leaf,
And also, the transactional color in blanks.
The begrudging human emotion,
The same tinted as leaves' color.
The same one that would move cars,
Those waiting at an intersection.
And then the Earth's garb,
Myriads of plants, grass and shrubbery,
The preferred color of this planet,
The mid color of the rainbow.
Against it's blue sky.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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The Dignified Rebel
for you to win, you should have adopted
the chameleon thing,
take the color of who is powerful
hold their hands, and be them
even for the moment that you still need them
you are as hardheaded as a rebel
whose color is blood against those walls of the towers
you raise your hands in the shape of a fist
and shout your freedom in the streets of murder
look at you, you're out now, ostracized, stinking fool
i pity you
but on the other hand, you are true and dignified
a true man in the bravery of a defeat
seldom growing in the fields of honor.
i must salute you then.
you let me live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Color
Performed by the steeles
Composed by prince
Color me black if u color me just like u
Color me angry if u color me less than I do
(whoa, whats your color? )
Yeah, whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
Color me happy if u teach me what I need 2 know
Color me gone if u dont, if u dont cuz every child needs 2 grow
This I know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color, yeah?
I wanna know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color?
Listen (listen)
Love is my color when Im shown love in return
But when I am not, its a bet u can guess what I have learned
Whats my color?
Hey
Color me green (color me green) if I cannot have what uve got
Color me blue (blue) until I do cuz the fire will shonuff be hot
Yes it will
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Oh, make me a promise (make me a promise)
Oh, make me a promise (that whatever u color me) that whatever u color me
U will at least color me then I can color u 2
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey
Color
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Whats your color?
Make it love
Whats your color?
Mine is love
(whoa, whats your color? ) yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
song performed by by Prince
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A wold made of pink
It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs
poem by Mia Peterson
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Color of Change
Red is the color of passion
the color of love
the color of hate
the color of anger
and the color of regret
purple is the color of richness
of happiness
Black is the color of emptiness
Of shame
and of sadness
where is the color of change
Is it between the red and black?
or between the purple and black?
somewhere between the happiness and emptiness
somewhere between the love and the sadness
i believe change is orange
straying away from the dark colors leading towards the red and purple
poem by Athena Macknight
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The Sound
the sound of your speech
the way you enunciate your vowels
create the impression of whether
you deserve power or not
the hands must not be clumsy
but gripping sort of strong
and hard and clinging like a vine
like a chameleon
change the color of your skin
instantly as change of gear in a car
to get to the destination
and arrive there with so much pretense
for grace and success,
where are we now? do not ask
show a definite stance
this is the place of my power
our castle of virtue
our paths to enlightenment
there is the sound of contentment
alone but not lonely
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life A Chemeleon
The whole life a chameleon
Changing its colour time to time
Sometimes it looks like a neon
Sometimes it dull like a crime;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
We all are actors
act time to time
Sometimes factors
sometimes crime
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
it was a time
when we are small, Don't know;
who is small
who is tall
now we grown,
able to understand our profit or loss;
after that we will become older
very dependent, very oblivision;
sans emotion sans fellings,
it damages, sans drilling,
it is fade colour of our life;
life is like a chameleon
changing its colour time to time.
poem by Prashant Hooda
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Your Skin Melvin
your skin melvin you must accept can never be
the color of the clouds
the sun
the moon and the stars
but do not be dismayed
your color is
the earth where all the
other poets
of this universe
write
breathe
and thrive
it is my color too
neither is there
a shying for shame
nor a need for pride
i am just comfortable
by just being
myself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A coach can only teach.
A coach is not a match to his players.
Stamina matters.
A teacher cannot match his students;
Memory matters.
A preacher cannot match his disciples;
Staunchness matters.
A husband cannot match his cuckold;
Curiosity matters.
Can a ladder match the climber?
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Color Red
to everything that life stands for in this color
Red is the color of my life
Still stop at cross roads may
Not knowing to proceed or go back
Look to God to show me the way
Red is the color of my passion
It wills that life screams new
A wish that dreams are fulfilled
If really, god did wish it true
Red is the color of my search
For the intelligence crackling few
They confidently take the path
I wish I also just knew
Red is the color of my dreams
They stand alone at sway
I beckon them within my reach
They will, to be far away
Red is the color of my hope
It cries to me to just trust
How do I, the world's so bad
If I do, I feel I just must
Red is the color of my faith
I hold it strong, in awe
I fail at every cornerstone
I breathe, not knowing how
Red is the color of my strength
It overtakes the weak in me
But when it comes to deciding
I feel so weak, you see
Red is the color of my belief
I feel it true but strange
The will to make it my own
For anything, it shall not change
Red is the color of my blood
It spills, in spurts through me
The pressure, it seeks release
It's God's wish, true must be
By aryaindia
Author's comments:
There is no doubt about the effect of the color red on our emotions.
poem by Aryaindia India
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Red.
Red,
The color of blood,
Red,
The color of my tortured bud..
The color of my rose,
The color of my focus,
The color of my arm,
The blood streaming,
Down
Down
I pull my blade upto the little spot I dug,
Make it deeper and longer...
Let's all just start over again.
RED
RED
The color of my broken hearted soul,
RED
RED
The bleeding that I suffice in all words.
In all words.
poem by Cory Burton
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Seeds of Peace Were Planted
Serious, Noble Eyes
Color of the Earth - color of Mystery-
Color of Simplicity and gorgeous
human Dignity
From the dirty purity of this color
Sprouts the Green; Color of Life
-Color of innocence
Color of FREEDOM
Gandhi - He looked upon the world
each stranger, his Brother
-Gazed across Continents
and into the Sun(rise)
knowing the wise way of fighting
by NOT FIGHTING...
With round, contemplative skull
he captured suffering
and shook it lose
turned it upside down
until pieces of Hope, Dignity,
and even pieces of Peace
fell out onto the ground
-Seeds of Peace were planted
planted within his very eyes-
And with the nourishment
of Time, India's Spring of Joy,
Spring of Victory...blossomed
-and the whole world
could smell the flowers.
poem by Ray Quesada
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With Caution
it is with caution now
that i look at your face
and figure out the
real meaning of your
smile and frown
how you appear
like a dove and in
a minute change
into a fox is a
phenomenon that
i have learned to
live with
how you devour me
like you were
leviathan and then
spit me like i am
the modern jonah
is a miracle that i
must not forget
how you have become
a god of demigods
how you manage to
make and unmake me
these i have learned
with so much pain
and humiliation
now, i am invisible
with all caution
i have also learned
the art of the chameleon
what color do you see
when i turn into someone
not me? what ill wind do you
feel when i also turn
invisible, divisible, and into
someone impossible?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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