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THE LADY AND THE CHAMELEON by ZETE
Who will lead us across the landscape of the day
Who are we , but those who enter doors
We mind our eyes, while they open a world
We mind our minds while they speak possibilities
Nature bursts with ripened burgeon
Where is our fruitage further to her need
Hand over hand the gifts are exchanged
All touched by destiny and destiny
How opulent culture wheels its' thrusts
Behind the shadows of fated thought
Perfect threads in a woven carpet
Looms press and fabric forms
You and I as psuedo- co-creators
Display our spirited Art.
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Aaron Held
[-p6y7a woven carpet
fruit age further
Hand over hand the gifts
co-creators
our spirited Art,
those who enter
doors
I as pseudo-ripened burgeon..
touched by destiny and destiny..
our minds while they speak...¿¡Posted by Aaron held on June 10, 2009 - Wednesday - 7:01 PM
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ZETE PURONGGE * ROs..zi/Lin......... 
a woven carpet withering on the field
fruit age further flung, the dun of agents sheepish fetish
Hand over hand the gifts the golfballs, the gopher
co-creators cretans pulling their hairs out
our spirited Art, falling from the blue ceiling
those who enter splattered with axwax
doors spooling the cameras
I as pseudo-ripened burgeon..a sturgeon reeling
touched by destiny and destiny.. sharp as hooks
our minds while they speak...¿¡ are dumbed by the fractionsPosted by ZETE PURONGGE * ROs..zi/Lin......... on June 10, 2009 - Wednesday - 9:06 PM
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Kellett 
Who will lead
those who enter doors
mind our eyes,
mind our minds,
Nature bursts,
fruitage further to need
the gifts
destiny and destiny
How opulent
shadows of fated thought
Perfect threads
Looms form
You and I as psuedo- co-creators
Display our spirited Art.
Posted by Kellett on June 12, 2009 - Friday - 9:12 PM
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every carpet has its flaw
¡and therein its charm
How opulent culture wheels its' thrusts
Behind the shadows of fated thought
we do have a tendency to mask our own personal opinions behind the failing ideal of destiny...
Posted by mr. green the unanswered poet on June 10, 2009 - Wednesday - 8:52 PM
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Lars Lavacado 
the great truth in that i found no chameleons in this poem may lend itself to the possibility that the chameleons are the perfect color for this verse. or maybe there simply are no chameleons. but why should I puzzle over a few wayward chameleons when the Lady doth hypnotize airplanes with fruits of the loom?
Posted by Lars Lavacado on June 10, 2009 - Wednesday - 10:33 PM
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ZETE PURONGGE * ROs..zi/Lin.........
the great truth of
chameleons in this poem
the possibility that the chameleons are invisible
the perfect color for this converse.
or maybe there are invisible chameleons.
but the puzzle over a few wayward invisible chameleons
when the Lady is obviously not there either
doth hypnotize airplanes
Pelt them with fruits
the loom of airplanes with chameleon pilots?
Posted by ZETE PURONGGE * ROs..zi/Lin......... on June 10, 2009 - Wednesday - 10:39 PM
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or what we follow
what pray tell
do they say
they cannot see
feel
or touch
and yet they say
oh, woven carpet we are but the minuscule
the mites with pincers antennae I shall have to imagine antennnae
I cannot see
the gifts are thus, the gifts are so fine
but we weaving then seeing must leaving
as is that altering is not
please, it is thus ordered
alterations chameleonic....altering
speak of the possibilites....of the arts as they are.
(sigh...sentences of the tired)alt
or what we follow for this converse................................................
or maybe there are invisible chameleon, every carpet has its flaw
and therein its charm...................................................................
what pray intelligibility that the chameleons are invisible
the perfect color sons. hypnotize airplanes
Pelt them with fruits
but the puzzle over a few aw
do they say Lady is obi....................
speak of the possibilities....of the arts as they are.
they cannot see please, it is thus ordered...........................
t h e great truth of alterations Chamberlain....altering
(sigh...sentences of the tired)alt........................................................................
chameleons in this poem the loom of airplanes with chameleon pilots?
the possibility invisible chameleons and yet they Say's we weaving then seeing must leaving
when righteously not there either as is the gift inebriation altering is noon, woven carpet we are but the minuscule the mites with pincers ........................................................ ......................
I cannot see antes nail I shall have to imagine antennae
doth are thus, the gifts are so.
feel
or
touch¿¡
How wheels its' behind the shadows of fated thought
to mask our own personal opinions behind the failing ideal of
tendency opulent destiny... culture thrusts
Be the unanswered poet...................................................
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who made who? was it you?
carmen racovitza
a fated Friday behind 12 the possibilities converse fetish fruit as perfect puzzle linger on as June pays gifts to ZETE - under the shape of color fruit chameleons of lead cameras of wheels chameleon oh,ph, How the destiny of color's withering so this bionic June Comment's fated Post cries out loud: Hindi spirited i am behind truth I Czech [Reply] does truth hypnotize chameleons if i use pincers? hey, Kellett ?? that woven pseudo-ripened Lady with her fingers in the opulent Looms of destiny the co-creator of co-creators touched by unanswered gifts says: carpet1 says: language is a walrus the Pelt of chameleons touches the flame poem of opulent verse and becomes bionic: minuscule shadows wither on the leaded wire fractions of truth change color meet your destiny
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