Best Octopi Poems
- The Goodbye Goose-
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all the rocks aglaze.
Reflection, stretching shadows.
Longer thinner men - longer thinner still.
Shadowy tall , feeling small.
Sunmangled window in a diamond quadrant.
Keyhole orifice and creeping becomes nostalgia.
Why dont you just shut up and call?
Home going geese-slipstream in a vee.
High honking traffic, trailing vapour leaves you exposing me.
Cascading spirits slipping down the walls, swirling eddies
and smoky waterfalls, draping over furniture like slimy octopi...
Drunken weekend metaphors , Monday morning remorse.
Up and down the ladders of my memory, tinkly piano playing on my spiny vertebrae.
Permeating lies of my story told not of voice or tongue or lips-no.
But of crafty bits that left unsaid, untold encyclopaedia of me.
T'would be so simple to top you up, yet dark forces warn me ,
to pimp me out to you is to forfeit martyrdom and victory crown,
deprives the joy of shooting you down, shifting the blame.
Denies the stature as abuser , distracts my winner into loser.
Never be a frontal goose .
We used to have a lunch lady
who was so very mean.
She was also very ugly,
and she was never clean!
She was hairy as a monkey!
Revolting as a skunk!
And unlike typical ladies,
she really, really stunk!
So I talked to my principal
about her horridness.
He had her replaced soon enough
and oh, what a huge mess!
Her food was pretty disgusting
and so I didn’t strive
The horrid octopi she made
when mine was still alive!
It went and crawled out of my bowl;
but then bit off my head!
So that’s my excuse for staying
at home and not being in school instead.
Zapholus was once his name
One and alone since the storm
Empty oceans, without claim
Nestled him where he was borne
Octopi then made him strong
Round he grew, and twice as long
Mates he saw on a beach
Attacked a male to them reach
Now you know the sea lion's song
sea life havens
red grouper swim
octopi hide
…coral playgrounds
Mariana
world’s deepest trench
first sightings made
…unknown species
* The Mariana Trench or Marianas Trench is located in the western Pacific Ocean about 200 kilometres (124 mi) east of the Mariana Islands; it is the deepest natural trench in the world. It is a crescent-shaped trough in the Earth's crust averaging about 2,550 km (1,580 mi) long and 69 km (43 mi) wide.
Written September 6, 2019
For Charles Messina’s Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest
A very quick quack
The purpose of a porpoise is to whirl backwards in a spotty boat but the purpose of a penguin is to glide on a jet ski. Informational weather beam probes probability but a pin in a tidal wave often gets too lost in playing games of catch with fish, shells and octopi too. Oh how shiny is a shindig dance with the singing clams. One cam build a fortress with ten acres of paper hats. But use no scissors. Instead rip rip rip then ripen. Oh how the brilliant sunlight arrives to stoke the fires of many a bursting gyrating window box. Accumulated acumen accurately accumulate accurate adjusted amplified apple arias addressing an aromatic apology accepted and adjudicated as asses aquire assets asserting assertive assertiveness assertively. And the little quiet eek from a corner is the irregular sleeping pattern of a two inch mouse in a pyjama set and night hat. All hail the wail from a gown of crystal blue for crystal blue is neither a ball gown on a blueberry or a cantankerous crispy muffin riding a little mule. Ok then. Good morning and good evening and good night must be accompanied by a good afternoon. Waving. Z hydraulically Z at 22 giggling peanuts running over 7 taxi's of bombay mix on a table road. X
A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not prevalent in the pacific, the polar regions, nor do they play with piñatas in Paraguay. It is to be said that a tortoise shell footstool can rotate at great speeds do cast iron boots must be worn if placing one's feet upon the tapestry printed square form. The chime of lime is very very noisy but not as noisy as the incessant chatter and chuckling from the bowl of sugar cubes. Sugars state signalling shaped saying stuff silkily and silly too. But a mild mannered oxon could take a heifer to a ballroom but only if properly attired in a beach towel, sun glasses, three piece suit and a gown. Then an entrance can be made. With a thud. And a bellow. Brass bands made of cream donuts can entertain at this dance and the hall is quite packed with skimming skirts, scantily clad pea women, and the tidal spore has come dressed as a ringmaster but no whip for whips are for the underground stations and platforms of legs. Legality leaves legs lingering liberally. Akin to sprinkling a fine spray of salt across a plate of the towering vegetables. Piled high. Architectural really. Very mesmerising is the mist of a fine diner whose aroma lifts the air surrounding with a unjust uniquely identifiable stench. And stench drenched can be a wench, a bench but never a welk. For welk belong in tree houses and tree houses are not tables and not talking ash trays either. Ash trays do not modify a month of moon shaped mammoths. And a tree semi formed can bite so always walk very very very briskly when passing a thicket. Zoom then. Go on zoom. A zoom in a room. How rather entertaining and entertainment is equal to a climbing plant pot scaling a sky scraper. How great. Such feat with no feet. And how deserving of the medal at the Olympics of Oscar fish in an oceanographic weave of seafood cocktail with melon jus. Haha the wide mouthed octopi are singing gospel tunes to a small party of crabs. Ha the divinatory dogs diving definition digging dreams. Ha the musical mustard jar moving in time to the fish fork forte. Xxxxxx reciprocal z z z zzz. At ten loaves to forty seven slices of butter cake. Z z z z z z. 57294894907398%. Z
Night of the full moon
Whale fish are most adept at swimming around in a shot glass but glass goblets are preferred by dolphins whose long dorsal fin opts for wide open rimmed spaces. Stingrays desire to be seen in the most finest crystal glasses but the flat fish is only ever seen in a tumbler. Often tumbling. And giggling with pure delight. But what of ambition from all these creatures. Would they not want to swap? Are they ever content with their locations? Omnipresent octopi often offer octagonal orifices. The vertical verb of a naughty little variegated platy can vary a variant victoriously. How rather marvellous that is isn't it?
Instinct ink can inform. But ink that is mislaid, misinformed and generally mundane is confused and confusion can offer creations canopies of catastrophic chasms. Mingle in a mangle then. Up and down the threads. Obviously a straight ironed trousers. Hemmed. Could see straight through 27 pairs of skirts in rows and point out the pin marks.
Awkward antelope answering apostle ants?How quite amazing! Well it is isn't it? And the gathering of the buds upon the washing line can hang out in all weathers. Thus ensuring an even radius of elements to dry, wet then dry again. Broad shoulders of a bean. Big bloated buffalo's beating banging bongo's. Baboon laughs and laughs and laughs and lingers on leaves no more for the beat is too amazing to place himself in such a confined positional place but heated propositions from a piglet often sway the breezes. And the backwards running tap always laughs at the dandelion in flight. Because it is very very very funny indeed!
WOW
Running ruining radii ravish radishes ridiculing realities. Such reduction in a nylon beaded glove. And gloves of a geranium are often glowing and glowering at the same time. Such a simultaneous display of floral fragrant feats.
WOW
Fiddle fathoms fish fetching forks finely.
Z at the X lauwiliwilinukunuku?oi?oi Z to X
At 46 mealworms chatting over a nice cup of tea at a garden fete to 19 cackling teapots dressed in wintry jumpers smoking.
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You may consider it extremely odd
I’m so easily influenced by a cephalopod
Eight arms, three hearts, blue blood, nine brains
All unique, yet something else remains
The most important fact on which to think?
Cephalopods, like poets, possess special ink
Oh Octopi
Oh Octopi up in the sky
I wonder why you are so high
Don’t mean to pry but please reply
I have to try to reason why
Why are you shy? Why can you fly?
Please tell me why and do not lie
We're Octopi. On us you spy?
Imply we're shy? Imply we lie?
Don't wonder why we’re in the sky
Do not defy and do not pry
Do not decry — That’s our reply
Quickly comply! We do not lie
Oh my, oh my, I'll never pry
I'll not decry nor you defy
I will comply, on me rely
Oh, Octopi up in the sky
You do not lie! So high you fly!
To you I bid adieu — Bye-bye!
All things must be brought into this world, one way or another.
Humans, cats, and octopi too.
Unadorned, unembellished plant pot,
Holds the key to a new life.
Tendrils filled with hope, reaching up and up and up again.
A lamp, now antique, still has that magic.
It brings life of its own into the world, a light in the dark.
A pen, flowing with ideas, waiting to be compiled.
Built upon a foundation of crisp paper,
Sturdy as ever, though it is frail.
One way or another, all things must be brought into this world.
Using a bucket and spade as a pillow can be as symbolic as cuddling a goose. But wrestling with a carpet cleaner can often be quite a hazardous act filled with semi reluctant fumes. And fumes are neither flailing nor failing and failing is rife in a static bin bag anyway. So all go out to the shop then. It is imperative to ask the question to a mild mannered ladle on which side should the bread be placed for dipping. Dipping duties delivered dreamy draperies downstream. Whilst the currents in a castle turret could sail for many miles even in a strong and vibrant breeze. Now sit over there and keep very still and you may witness a rare sight of the carpet octopi who breeds at this time of year. A timely show. Askew beeswax in a marble frame can never beat a sledgehammer in an agility course or a bike race. But fragrant fragments can flavour even the most erratic mood of a swamp monster. For several little beetles going to bed at the same time it is good to watch the film about the patterns in ties and crusty bread. Ok then. Now that was a marvel to behold. Bring home the monkey. Fantastic. Apathetical apple alphabet ate and ate. Hahaha hazardous heap. Xxxxx carnivorous crab. Xxxx tradionalism Z Z Z Z
A nine mile shift with a roadrunner penguin is not really a relaxing way to spend a Sunday afternoon. And to hop on a squire bus and sing is often best achieved by the gatherings of larks who are often attracted to dust formations and cellular spittle. Of course one must hope that assistance is to be verified by a mountain of squashed eggs and peas in a frying pan or wok. But nevertheless seemingly shy is the sadistic sawdust whose patterns create weapons on many a floor. Globally. Wow. Oh how amazing. A matador is throwing a coat around in a playground stomp centre. And the dorsal fin of a helicopter shines most brightly at a discotheque for to whirl a bright orb on a ceiling is to cast radiant beams in a dark noisy boom room. Wow the auric essence of a hand wash is arriving to cleanse a sinkhole. And a sinkhole is neither a ships stern nor a straw sieve. Save on ice cubes then you may need them to plant some lovely currant trees whose blossoms.signify and herald a returning of a raspberry coat of arms for the potato army. And the emblematic achievement of vegetation is immense, real and very impressive too. Wading through a circular formation of a ground sheet is rather formidable for a little ant whose antics amuse and surprise the tarpaulin which blows big bubbles in a tumultuous breeze. Opinions of other otters occasionally officially offer octagonal onions. And a delivery of twelve squirming octopi can occur accompanied by large amounts of door knocking. Haha a burger balancing on a bed with bleached mushrooms hahaha billiards bringing ballrooms xxxx in fluctuation z z z z z z go meet a pickle and cheese dressed in a ham slice dress. Z
A fine dining experience is simply NOT living within means. How rather tragic then said sparrow.
Catacombs in an x shape are often x rated chambers filled with sleeping custard coloured vermin who prey on youthful walls. Youthful walls are painted in all hues to appease all tastes of every description and the tales last for many a monstrous moon. Told but untold. In a cloaked veil of shroud. Akin to an inner shell where a sea creature only ever displays the carcass upon the beaches for the humans to pick up, collect and take home. Empty empty waste. But the inner sanctum often goes unnoticed in great depths. It is to be said that when fourteen missionary duck people stamp on a sky beam the callous wickedness of the setting scenes of woe will be extinguished and the pitter patter of the fleeing legs of mice, bluebirds, limpets, buds, and the miniature horses will be heard radiating through the tunnels to finally emerge on a beach then board a little rowing boat and sail off into nicer more pleasurable climes away from.static ratios of abuses from abusers whose stations worldwide are often busy acrimonious places where fortress foetus dwells to cause pain and suffering akin to pulling the leaves off a daisy, the legs off a spider, or cutting a horses throat to cause wasted blood to sweep over the galvanised mouth of the collaborated octopi who gather to receive gifts for their master gods. No ha no x and definably no z today. As all is swept and put in a painting then served in a fine dining establishment. Authorisational.
Adding many components to a stew today? Flavours? Chopped out pieces? How many pieces? Go on how many? It is never the question of how many components that are within the granules that will decide on how the taste is. It is merely the swirling spoon. Round and round and round. Flow flow flow. But flour is neither a flower nor a floral cape. And wearing an apron is best achieved with a steel frame of shorts, mini skirts, basques, and silky blouses. Bloom then. Oh well a ticket to the tidal wave it is then. But overly priced. Heavily taxed. And non justified actions of a spraying juggernaut at a u turn bend. Otters occur offering ordered orifices. And a big bead wails. Vehement vultures vacate vacancies. And the job is now catering for eight jackals, fifteen cows, a horse with a striped horn, a mystical sap, and a dulled out rhino calling to a caper in a mountainside. Is it exciting? No. Is it wailing? Yes. Drink no spittle from a morning dew bud for twirling can occur and corpulent opulent octopi spring to their defense. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 the times, the tides, the train stations. Many mingling monsters making money. And a curd and whey jumping over the gate up the hill. Zesty testy and interjectory of planetary alignments with a signature curve and a giant kiss for the skyrim. Hahaha now dance with the burgers. Hahahaha peeled gherkin and lemonade smilingly smells suppers. Hahaha and a rush of a dishwasher arguing with a cake on the side board about hairstyles. Invest no militia in a moonlit mortal movement. Xxxxx illustrations z that was the p y q reporting on the issues of tissue paper with the elements of the time of the first two hundred million square miles of whistling sponge cake. Z
Over pelagic reefs,
oscillating waters
obfuscate sunken fetes.
Octopi tango while
oarfish flash titian fins.
Opulent paradise:
oblivious to us.
4/5/21 - written for Kim Merryman's "Pleiades O" poetry contest - 1st place
Silence settles to sleep.
It carries me on wings of dream-
to fall to mystic seas, where
gallant cry
from ocean guides,
combine with
pacifying tide and-
octopi pocket down
in sandy waters, underground.
Shelled and crusteacous dive from
mirths of solid surface-
to ride the claps of
lapsing waves-over
the swaying beds of
coral made.
There, tiny schools in buoyant pull-
spool together, wading through.
As midnight casts its mirrored ball, across
the ocean's surface wall,
spirits gowned
with gathered night-
speak dreamwords in mystic flight.