Best Octopus Poems
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
When Octopus came round for tea,
it was a tricky time for me.
Not knowing what he’d like to eat.
I wondered... savoury or sweet?
I borrowed spoons from Mrs Deggs
next door, for each of his eight legs.
I ‘d heard, if cross, black ink he’d squirt.
I worried... main course or dessert?
I know you’re thinking ‘do the two’
but he doesn’t eat like me and you,
his tummy’s really very small,
he can’t eat very much at all.
I fast flicked through my cooking books
and gave the clock face frequent looks,
but soon the door bell went ‘terrrinnggg’
Oh gosh! Hot pie or cold pudding?
‘Terrrinnggg, terrrinnggg’. Eight times it rang
and then he used each leg to bang
eight times upon my door. I rushed
to open it, and past he pushed.
“Please hurry up and let me in”
he squealed, and I thought, through the din,
‘He must be hungry for his food,
that’s why his manners are so rude’
But still I didn’t have clue
(a secret between me and you)
what I should feed the octopus.
I wished he ate like one of us.
I closed my eyes and made a wish,
Into my thoughts popped ‘Jelly fish!’
It sounded like the perfect meal,
much tastier than jellied eel.
Ooh, seafood with a fruity taste
and wobbly too. I cooked with haste,
and while I wondered what he’d think
I gave him sea water to drink.
He drank it through a straw, with ice.
He smiled and said “That’s rather nice,
but now I really need my dinner
before my legs get any thinner”
The Jelly Fish I boiled and froze
and put some parsley up its nose.
It was neither jelly nor a fish
but I served it on a silver dish
and asked before it passed his lips
“Do you want it with ice-cream or chips?”
He chose to have a bit of each,
both garnished with a slice of peach.
It all went down with one loud SLUURRRPPP
close followed by a great big BUUUURRRRPP
Murmur ambience above the endless
horizon freewheel briny breeze filled sea.
Nascent movements from their shells come to be
unfurled winks, life beating hearts is timeless.
Calm hums over the ocean and appease
the emotional storm; where bright blue sky
meets the indigo sea, cap speechify
sea foam waves roll into shore shortly ease
before moving back into the sea depth.
With a deep breath of woven weariness
emerge with no utter rebuff weakness
white salt spray in its size and greatest breadth.
Gems of life marine mammals, coral, fish,
turtles, seabirds, rays, octopus, and starfish.
8/13/2019
Poetry Contest: 'Your best sonnet July-December 2019'
Sponsored By: John Hamilton
A better name for an octopus?
It's tough to make stuff up.
We could start with a brand-new appellation.
How about a name like "Suction Pup"?!
Or perhaps we could start the debate
with a numerical tag like "Ocean's Eight".
Another name open for discussion
would be a handle like "Squid's Cousin".
Still another, somewhat grandiloquent,
could be the rather pompous "Inknificent".
My Scottish friends, with joy, will weep
if the new label is "Bagpipes of the Deep"!
Or one can almost hear sailors shout "Ahoy!
Is that a rock? No, it's an Ol' Tangly Boy!"
I'm glad I'm not an octopus I would find that so confusing
With so many tentacles I would forget which one I am using
They would get in such a tangle all twisted and contorted
It would cause me embarrassment to get my arms all sorted
It could be handy ( please excuse the pun) if I was a juggler
It should be lots of fun
I could get quite famous juggling lots of balls with flair
Children would be fascinated watching all the colours in the air
I am not an octopus and I would not know what to do
I am a human being and arms I've only two
A sailor one day, while out sailing
Thought he heard someone screaming and wailing
The source of the shout
As he later found out
Was an octopus tied to the railing
I wish I were an octopus
I’d swim around and make a fuss
and with my legs all spread askew
I’d grab some fish and make fish stew.
Then I’d go swim into a cave
I’d go deep down, not be afraid
I’d poke and tickle a catfish
and open clams, do what I wished.
And when a sea storm came along
I’d stick like glue and be so strong
sometimes I’d need to hide away
from bigger fish who hunt and prey.
If I am out or nearly caught
I’d squirt and make an inky blot
how fun to be so mischievous
I wish I were an octopus!
Beneath the deep blue ocean waves
In coral crevices, holes and caves
Exists a creature of the deep
There upon the rocks to creep
While through the water he jet propels
With muscles that contracts and swells
This invertebrate is soft and pliant
From smallest to the biggest giant
With bulbous head and eyes with slits
It waits and watches using wits
Anticipating its prey to grasp
And then with suction caps to clasp
With no bones to keep its form
It can change and so transform
And squeeze into the smallest spaces
Into tiny fissures and thin ledge places
With eight long arms and caps in rows
If losing one a new one grows
And when afraid or to confuse
They squirt out ink a flawless ruse
Or change their color with special cells
Intent on using magic spells
Their blood is colored blue not red
They have two eyes upon their head
Inside their gills and body parts
They have three beating, blood filled hearts
Their intelligence is far superior
To other fish, that are inferior
They have good memories, both long and short
And can learn new tricks if they’re taught
A shark it can so easily kill
By holding it so very still
With camouflage it can achieve
A form and shape that can deceive
They have an excellent sense of touch
The Devilfish its other name
An octopus, yet just the same
In spite of his charm and stunning good looks
Been accused by the fuzz of being a crook
Stole the hearts of young girlies
With his humour quite earthy
He had more arms than an ruddy octopus
© Jack Ellison 2015
Ollie the Octopus with his 9 brains
Broke his 3 hearts in a quick poker game
The blue blood that ran straight to his heart
Suddenly stopped before it could start
It didn't take long before he withered and died
And Ollie the octopus waved us goodbye
An Armed Octopus
By Jared Smith
An octopus went
off to battle. A good thing
that he was fully armed.
the Octopus is strong
no longer lies beneath deep oceans
but lingers all around
tentacles flail through keystrokes of the fool
unaware
sunk
shipwrecked with ***********
we hear her diabolical roar
seeps under
stings with mighty suckers
we swim away only to be sideswiped by her medicine
her unholy device
no match for her biology
tangled in that
eight armed sinister swim
can we win?
eyes
not completely sure
but there's hope in our human resiliency.,
Doctor Octopus
Doctor Octopus or Doc. Ock
brought violent shock
to super human
Spiderman
as prominent
opponent
forming supervillain team
with strength supreme,
being founder
and leader
of Sinister Six,-
taking risk
of conflicts to fix.
A mad scientist
Yet on top list.
Intelligent myopic
appearing in American comic.
Sporty character showing miracles,
overcoming obstacles,
holding strong durable appendages,-
his gifted advantages:
Octopus's tentacles.
03\16\23
Supervillains
Contest by Robert James Ligouri.
In spite of his charm and stunning good looks
Been accused by the fuzz of being a crook
Stole the hearts of young girlies
With his humour quite earthy
He possessed more arms than an octopus
I wonder why
we fight
among us
with delusion
of grandeur!
God is an
Octopus,
a formidable
ramified power.
Buddhism
Christianity
Hinduism
Islam
Judaism
Sikhism
Taoism
and
Zoroastrianism
are His
long appended
arms
with which
He controls
our life on the
earth.
Why should we
fight!