Everybody in life is a chameleon.
quote by Melanie Chisholm
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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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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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The chameleon changes color to match the earth, the earth doesn't change color to match the chameleon.
Chameleon
You took me runnin up a wrong way street.
When we got there, you said, cant you read ?
I must be blind, but now and then I see
Another number where mine used to be.
Chorus:
You keep on changin your face, like a chameleon.
You keep on changing your face like a chameleon.
I say whats up, and then you say its down.
I see triangles, and you say its round, round, round.
Saw an empty glass; you said its full.
Lord, its so hot, then you come on cool, cool.
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song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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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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Parting
These tears we cry
scream into life
with echoes. Parting
toward other planes.
Winters need a life bubble
survival calls forth
to harness chameleon lives.
Last windswept embrace
a trembling tearing union.
Split seconds bare
as course grained
barren stinging sands.
As our need together
is denied existent reason.
Two adults stand stark
screened before
broken background images.
Buried
impulsive childhood fears.
Hidden
beneath protective masks.
Turbulent tears we cry
scream into life.
Crystalline focus parting
under microscopic lens.
Separate worlds
contained universes
swim in flotsam.
These tears we cry
scream into emotional; agonized life;
with chilling echoes. Parting
toward altered dimensional; geographical planes.
Winter’s need sarcophagus; desired numbness;
regenerative restive natures calls forth;
to harness trans-formative chameleon lives.
poem by Terence George Craddock (31 August 1991)
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined
MANTIS AND CHAMELEON COMBINED
Mantis and chameleon combined
In sorrow-smile strange siren spectrum sings.
Rainbow surface spins unfathomed rings,
Intense emotions stirs. Heart, unassigned,
Awaits soft spell but enters hell, won't bind.
Much time is wasted, time whose acid stings
Must dreams dissolve, naught solve. Vain vampire wings
Each night takes flight, though fantasy, resigned,
No spice retains, scope wanes as hopes unwind.
Defensive moats must lapse, emotions bring
Ease, understanding, joy in everything,
Serenity with sharing redefined.
Mobility of spirit and of mind
Must self-acceptance learn, fears leave behind.
30 October 2001 revised 25 April 2009
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Mantis and Chameleon Combined poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Childrens Book-I Have Seen The Wind
I have seen the wind through its invisibility
Sometimes I see the wind when it shows itself to me.
Sometimes the wind is brown and gritty and forms in twists and spires
Sometimes the wind is leafy greens and auburn reds on fire.
Sometimes the wind is snowy like- white and flaky in the sky.
And even once at the garbage dump it was papers passing by.
Once upon a summer day, the wind was new-mown lawn.
And on a drive in the countryside it was tumbleweeds tumbling along.
The wind is a chameleon, everchanging as it passes by.
Once in the spring it was a floating cascade of lilac petals in the sky.
The most beautiful sight was when the wind became a whirl of butterflies.
The wind flits through the air then falls to the ground and lies.
Yes, I have seen the chameleon wind and its ever-changing hues,
with the colors of the rainbow, will it show itself to you?
poem by Christine K. Trease
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I call myself a chameleon.
quote by Dan O'Brien
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I'm such a chameleon. I never get bored.
quote by Natalie Imbruglia
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You don't have to be
A chameleon to Change the
Colour of your day
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Like the chameleon, one eye on the future, one eye on the past.
A chameleon does not leave one tree until he is sure of another.
The chameleon does not leave one tree until he is sure of another.
I think I relate to all the characters in one way or another. I'm a chameleon like that.
quote by Amber Tamblyn
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Even the colours of a chameleon are for survival not beauty.
Behave like the chameleon: look forward and observe behind.
A divorce lawyer is a chameleon with a law book.
quote by Marvin Mitchelson
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I have a lot of chameleon qualities, I get very absorbed in my surroundings.
quote by River Phoenix
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