You know how those lizards can really get you down… here’s a pep talk for you.
Jasmine’s Jetsam‘s offers a multi-word poetry challenge. The words are:
dial melted blue retro bare dragged suffocating gang hesitate lizards tarred
patches cracked pale pseudo project prison scars conscience pool
Lizard by God – pic by Randy Mazie
Lizardimi Non Carborundum: Don’t Let the Lizards Drag You Down
Hey,
dial back the blue,
the scars,
those cracked pools of conscience.
Dial back on
the lizards who’ll
impale you
with their sharp tongues;
drag you,
suffocating
into some ramped up
amphibian reptilian prison,
like last year’s
science project.
So, hey.
Dial back.
Loosen up.
Get pseudo.
Get retro. Get bare
Get melted.
Man,
the gang’s all collected
up in patches, here
and there,
and now’s not the time
for you to
hesitate – or be, like, re-
tarred dead,
y’know.
So hey, man,
Dial back.
Let go.
Let’s go.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Charming little pets. I love… Thanks for.
thanks….
Quite clever. Do not be re-tarred, dead, indeed. 😀
in
deed
and in
writing
😉
Good work on the challenge. I never would have been able to do it.
yes, you can…just follow the lizardous road,
and you’ll be off to see the lizard..
then you can write about him
I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I suck at doing multiple prompts. One prompt I can handle just fine but multiple always leaves me feeling like I’m a transcriptionist or something. I can never find inspiration with them. I’m kinda crap at picture prompts too, now that I think about it. Eh, I guess I got my work cut out for me.
do what you do best, do what you enjoy best…
find your own lizard always…
from the Lizarderata
(the ancient book of Lizardry)
“from the Lizarderata
(the ancient book of Lizardry)”
Hehehehe
Okay. This is how much of a dork I am. I literally fist-pumped the air when I read the following:
“re-
tarred dead.”
You are SO my kind of poet. I dig you the most, man.
I love that you start out like you’re going to talk about pain: “dial back the blue, the scars” but then you’re all, “just let it go.” Stop hurting yourself by obsessing over being hurt. Lighten the cream-puff up. And while you’re at it, drop the guilt already. There are enough lizards out there on the prowl without you having to turn into one, lashing out at yourself.
Faves:
“drag you,
suffocating
into some ramped up
amphibian prison”
“Loosen up.
Get pseudo.
Get retro. Get bare
Get melted.”
P.S. Lizards are reptiles, not amphibians. But I don’t care. The rhyme is just too groovy. And the title is excellent, while we’re at it.
Dear Jasmine,
Thank you for your great comments.
When I first read that you were fist-pump’ing me I was afraid that you were going to let me know that you took umbrage to to the “retarded” reference (maybe being politically incorrect – oh no – here’s comes a member of some Association for Disablilites complaining at me).
Thanks for the lesson on amphibians vs reptiles which I did look up and will now change to a reptilian prison – which has a nicer alliterative sound with the line before it.
BTW – I am now following your site.
Randy
Oh no. I don’t fist-pump unless it is in expression of my full support. 😉 I also drop the word “retarded” every five words. But I do try hard not to do so in writing or public as to avoid such Associations and their inevitable wrath.
I wrath-elled with uth-ing the word-
but it theemed purr-fect right there.
Quite the written speech impediment you have there.
wow – you notithed write away.
Thith too eathily took me back to theventh grade. Thuper work, ath alwayth! Love thtarting my day with thuch clever humor. 🙂
😉 thankth