The Little Lizard Poem: Join in & Create Together!

[rootX]

The Little Lizard

Nothing skitters like a lizard
Rushing into crispy canyon leaves.

That's as far as I got.

Uh oh here comes a blizzard!
Hurry little lizard leave!
Don't be deceived
By the orange dirt all around,
The blizzard is coming
Find a warm place that's safe and sound.

I thought there should be a dedicated thread on the little lizard poem where people can continue adding lines to this poem, and we will have a big and complete poem in the end!

 

[zoobyshoe]

I don't think it'll take off.

Regardless, people have a right to see what they're not writing about:

http://www.pbase.com/quetzal/image/133428464

http://www.brownielle.com/2011/05/western-fence-lizard/

 

[Jimmy Snyder]

In Annie's dreams where lizards leap and time is never spent.
Where bluebirds fly but yet not I, as long as I'm still Clark Kent.
I'd better go in disguise or become a picnic treat.
In Annie's dreams where lizards leap and there's plenty of honey to eat.

 

[zoobyshoe]

In Annie's dreams where lizards leap and time is never spent.
Where bluebirds fly but yet not I, as long as I'm still Clark Kent.
I'd better go in disguise or become a picnic treat.
In Annie's dreams where lizards leap and there's plenty of honey to eat.

Filthy, dirty smut. Give us another verse, Jimmy.

 

[Danger]

Annie's a dreamer as Jimmy said,
But there's a screw loose somewhere in her head.

 

[rootX]

Annie thing went all over my head,
sure she was an airhead,
but O! poor lizard
why would you get deceived by those orange blizzards,
now look what has happened to you

 

[zoobyshoe]

Where peaches have fallen from boughs laden low
Annie counts fruit flies and honey does flow.
At this lizard's picnic the flies are the meat
And flies suck the peaches all tender and sweet.

The sun stabs a shaft through the peach tree's green leaves
A lizard leaps licking a fly, like the thieves
That picked Annie's pocket, her honey jar gone
There's no rest for fruit flies, in dreams on the lawn.

 

[HeLiXe]

Oh little lizard you are so free
Sometimes I wish that could be me
Going to and fro in the sun
So cold blooded yet so fun

 

[zoobyshoe]

Oh little lizard you are so free
Sometimes I wish that could be me
Going to and fro in the sun
So cold blooded yet so fun

Poignant.

 

[Jimmy Snyder]

In Annie's dreams where lizards leap, where eggs are green as ham.
Where the egg becomes a caterpilar, and eats up all that am.
Where I am what a yam with my eyes popped out,
In Annie's dreams where lizards leap, and you had best not pout.

 

[drizzle]

I thought there should be a dedicated thread on the little lizard poem where people can continue adding lines to this poem, and we will have a big and complete poem in the end!

... ...

I was thinking exactly the same thing the last night... But then I thought I WILL screw this up if I put my hands on it!

 

[zoobyshoe]

Lying on strawberries pressed by her weight
Annie counts lizards and ponders their fate.
She's sticky with fruit juice, her jeans are stained red.
More peaches keep dropping and burst on her head.

She dreams she's a lizard afraid of a man.
She scurries and zig zags, caught out with no plan.
She leaps up the tree trunk and climbs toward the sky,
A lovely escape: she turns into a fly.

 

[Antiphon]

There was a little lizard from Nantucket
Whose tail was so short he could duck it
...

 

[drizzle]

She dreams she's a lizard afraid of a man.
She scurries and zig zags, caught out with no plan.
She leaps up the tree trunk and climbs toward the sky,
A lovely escape: she turns into a fly.

Beautiful Zshoe.

 

[HeLiXe]

Lying on strawberries pressed by her weight
Annie counts lizards and ponders their fate.
She's sticky with fruit juice, her jeans are stained red.
More peaches keep dropping and burst on her head.

She dreams she's a lizard afraid of a man.
She scurries and zig zags, caught out with no plan.
She leaps up the tree trunk and climbs toward the sky,
A lovely escape: she turns into a fly.

WOW this is so great!

And flies into the night
Upon the aethers of the air
She knows no destiny
She knows no fear
When fate calls her name
And the time of rest is near
She will hide within herself
In the place of her tears

 

[HeLiXe]

... ...

I was thinking exactly the same thing the last night... But then I thought I WILL screw this up if I put my hands on it!

c'mon drizzle just 1 line!

 

[zoobyshoe]

Beautiful Zshoe.

WOW this is so great!

Hmmm. I'm a chick poet. Who knew?

 

[HeLiXe]

and a good chick poet too...I wonder if that is better than being a chick magnet

 

[lisab]

and a good chick poet too...I wonder if that is better than being a chick magnet

Probably better than being a poet magnet.

 

[zoobyshoe]

and a good chick poet too...I wonder if that is better than being a chick magnet

I'm not sure, but I ponder, as I raise my pinky to the corner of my mouth, if I should use this new found mojo for good or...eeeeevvilllll?

Probably better than being a poet magnet.

Since 94.7865% of all poems are written by chicks, the difference between a chick magnet and a poet magnet is probably not significant.

 

[Aaronvan]

Little lizard in the night
Chose to live on Trinity Site
When Oppenheimer came to play
Little lizard blew away

 

[zoobyshoe]

Little lizard in the night
Chose to live on Trinity Site
When Oppenheimer came to play
Little lizard blew away

Like a mix of "The Tyger" and "Georgie Porgie".

 

[HeLiXe]

I'm not sure, but I ponder, as I raise my pinky to the corner of my mouth, if I should use this new found mojo for good or...eeeeevvilllll?

Mojo, by it's nature, should never be used for good

 

[zoobyshoe]

Mojo, by it's nature, should never be used for good

Hahahehehehe. An enormously persuasive argument! It's settled, then.

 

[Math Is Hard]

Little lizard on the wall
ain't you got no sense at all?
Can't you see that wall's been plastered?
Get off that wall you stupid
lizard.

 

[zoobyshoe]

Little lizard on the wall
ain't you got no sense at all?
Can't you see that wall's been plastered?
Get off that wall you stupid
lizard.

Have you ever seen those floor tiles with dog or cat foot prints in them? Someone told me they're made in Mexico and started by accident. Now they purposely set the critters loose on the tiles when they're first laid out to sun dry (before firing). People love 'em.

 

[Math Is Hard]

Have you ever seen those floor tiles with dog or cat foot prints in them? Someone told me they're made in Mexico and started by accident. Now they purposely set the critters loose on the tiles when they're first laid out to sun dry (before firing). People love 'em.

I'd love to have those in my kitchen. And I would buy some for Evo if they had possum footprints.

 

[Jimmy Snyder]

Have you ever seen those floor tiles with dog or cat foot prints in them? Someone told me they're made in Mexico and started by accident. Now they purposely set the critters loose on the tiles when they're first laid out to sun dry (before firing). People love 'em.

If you get a chance to visit Fonthill Castle in Doylestown, PA, you will see a most unusual building made of concrete and decorated with tile. It was the home of Henry Mercer. There you will find dog paw prints, not in the abstract, but in the concrete.

 

[SpringCreek]

Ancient denizen of the Earth.
Witness to eons' death and birth.
You watch in silence with dispassionate eyes
Life's endless drama of who lives and who dies.

Is your cold-blooded nature what keeps you alive?
Is eschewing empathy how you survive?
Do feeling and sympathy hinder your cause?
Do love and laughter lead to the cat's paws?

Maybe I would be wiser if I followed your lead.
Maybe if I had less feeling my heart would less bleed.
I see the cruel and uncaring prosper and thrive.
I see the kind and caring struggle to survive.

The warm-blooded pray
That the meek will inherit the Earth.
The cold-blooded prey.
The weak they kill -

Do only the fittest have inherent worth?

 

[Antiphon]

My lizard was from the Azores.
Poor lizard was covered with sores.
The birds in the street
Would snap at the meat
That hung from the holes in his drawers.

 

[Math Is Hard]

Ancient denizen of the Earth.
Witness to eons' death and birth.
You watch in silence with dispassionate eyes
Life's endless drama of who lives and who dies.

Is your cold-blooded nature what keeps you alive?
Is eschewing empathy how you survive?
Do feeling and sympathy hinder your cause?
Do love and laughter lead to the cat's paws?

Maybe I would be wiser if I followed your lead.
Maybe if I had less feeling my heart would less bleed.
I see the cruel and uncaring prosper and thrive.
I see the kind and caring struggle to survive.

The warm-blooded pray
That the meek will inherit the Earth.
The cold-blooded prey.
The weak they kill -

Do only the fittest have inherent worth?

Did anyone else hear a Moody Blues song cueing up?

 

[Math Is Hard]

My lizard was from the Azores.
Poor lizard was covered with sores.
The birds in the street
Would snap at the meat
That hung from the holes in his drawers.

That was beautiful!

 

[physics girl phd]

We built a tower of Babylon on rumors of your existence
in the vines on the narrow walkway to the Golden Roast.
We searched for coffee and you, the blue-striped lizard.

Day after day we returned, to fill ourselves
with caffeine-charged optimism and apple tuna-salad pitas.
But our tower fell when our prayers remained unanswered.

Then as an apparition you appeared when least expected,
on the steps of a school tucked away in subsidized housing.
I had voted for hope, and he said he did the same.

Hope is the thing with blue-striped skin
That suns itself upon the soul
And slivers to the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all.

But faith in a man or a lizard is nothing but ridiculous.

 

[HeLiXe]

Hahahehehehe. An enormously persuasive argument! It's settled, then.

mwahahaha! *cues evil music of doom*

Get off that wall you stupid
lizard.

*wipes off monitor*

Maybe if I had less feeling my heart would less bleed.

Great poem! I love this line :D

My lizard was from the Azores.
Poor lizard was covered with sores.
The birds in the street
Would snap at the meat
That hung from the holes in his drawers.

on the steps of a school tucked away in subsidized housing.

classic :)

 

[zoobyshoe]

Ancient denizen of the Earth.
Witness to eons' death and birth.
You watch in silence with dispassionate eyes
Life's endless drama of who lives and who dies...

We built a tower of Babylon on rumors of your existence
in the vines on the narrow walkway to the Golden Roast.
We searched for coffee and you, the blue-striped lizard...

Both very impressive. I'm impressed.