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The wind is up and the landscape is changing.
Like a bureaucratic comedy, tomorrow’s forecast calls for
‘strong winds,’ as if the gusts we’re seeing now aren’t
physical enough.
The big yachts that usually cluster offshore are gone.
They moved out, heading for deeper, more sheltered
anchorages, like the Golfe de Saint-Tropez.
We went to the outdoor Saint Tropez market this morning,
to get brugnon, abricots, rouge cherries, fresh bread and
tapenades. Fishermen in the harbor were working with
quiet anxiety to lash down and secure their boats.
On the beach, ocean waves are boring in on shore - sharper,
faster and frothier, rolling in more dramatically, tucking down
at the last second to break on the beach in sudden, forward
rolls - like you see on the gulf of Mexico.
Gulls, herons and swifts hang in the air, like sculptures in orbit,
not flapping - just rocking back and forth above the waves.
Clouds rush by, like a ticker-tape Rorschach test and the
umbrella pines are starting to shimmy like bobblehead dolls.
I wonder if the giant show kites will be up tomorrow,
the big 40-foot long ones - the whales, dragons, caterpillars,
and octopuses - I hope so.
We’ll have to watch those from the hills, because sand whips
along the beach, flowing like a sandpaper river to sting
bare ankles like swarms of bees.
We had to tie-off our suites sheer Belgian linen drapes earlier,
they were thrashing like living flags of surrender.
I delight in this kind of domestic chaos, it makes me feel alive.
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Songs for this:
Riviera Life by Caro Emerald
Sail on sailor by the beach boys
Colors Of The Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
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notes
brugnon = a French nectarine-like fruit
Tapenade = a dip of puréed olives, capers, and anchovies and olive oil
Lovesick Ollie Octopus
was feeling so terribly sad
He burst into floods of tears
and sobbed to his grandad
Grandad said now Ollie
will you please stop crying
The ocean is salty enough
that fact there’s no denying
Ollie begged grandad’s advice
he said Ollie just listen to me
You’ve got more than one heart
in fact you’re blessed with three
You’ve got eight long tentacles
which can act as loving arms
But all the female octopuses
are still oblivious to your charms
Grandad scratched his head
and said now listen sonny
You need to charm the ladies
with jokes - so make them funny
And if you get them laughing
as sure as sure can be
One's bound to fall in love with you
buy a joke book and just see
So Ollie purchased a joke book
and learned lots of fishy puns
But when he tried to use this line
about the ‘Codfather’, his date runs!
So Ollie joined an inter-net dating site
one called ‘plenty more fish in the sea’
He met a lonely octopus called Olivia
they’re now engaged and are truly happy
Thanks to Harlequin for the inspiration xx
06/13/21
The other morning on our walk we came across a Christmas octopus.
Having never seen one before we thought…with him we have so much to discuss.
Trying not to frighten him…we walked up and whispered in his ear…
“Hey little octopus, can you tell us…what in the name of Christmas are you doing here?”
“We know every Christmas decoration…Santa, reindeer, snowmen…wreaths upon the door….
but an octopus at Christmas…this we’ve never seen before!”
“Why am I a symbol of Christmas?” The octopus smiled.
“Well here’s a good place to start…The holiday season is a time for giving
and who better to know about giving than an octopus…I have three hearts!”
“We are known throughout the world for our intelligence and wisdom…
Let me give you something to think about…just for fun….
It took three wise men to find a baby in a manger…
If they had asked us octopuses…it would have only taken one!”
“Christmas is a time for hopes and dreams and wishes…
You fold your hands in prayer and hope those prayers will soar…
Well…in the time you’ve sent up one prayer…with eight arms I’ve already sent up four!”
“Christmas is a time to think of those we love and those we’ve lost
As well as the changes in the world we’d like to create….
Who understands this better than me…an animal who can change his color, his shape…
and when I lose a limb…I regenerate!”
“So when you ask me why I am a symbol of Christmas.” He said with a big old octopus grin…
“I have to answer with a question of my own…Why haven’t I always been?”
We thanked the octopus for enlightening us…for helping us understand
We wished him a Merry Christmas and shook every one of his eight hands.
Then putting his arms around us he said, “Merry Christmas!”
with the biggest smile on his face…
And I can tell you…from this day forward
no Christmas will be complete
without an octopus embrace.
Octopuses have a REM-like sleep.
Just like you and I, and dogs!
Their eyes gyrate wildly from side to side.
They twitch and intertwine their eight long legs.
Their suckers glitch the grip.
The colors on their bodies do a disco dance on steroids.
'Tis a cephalopod puppy dream trip.
What do these dreaming octopuses dream about, I wonder?
My dog's REM puppy dreams are very similar.
Their bodies twitch, they wag their tails wildly,
Their paws feign walking and jumping.
They whimper, snore and emit little barking noises.
What do these dreaming dogs dream about, I wonder?
Does this imply octopi and dogs are conscious?
Or even the birds, bees, bugs and bacteria?
Are we truly alone in our consciousness?
Apoleia-Phobia
Insects walk on six legs but some can fly unless
Insecticides take over
No bees no honey
Spiders spin their net for prey with four plus four
You suffer from arachnophobia?
Eat mosquitos yourself
We see eight on octopuses until they squirt ink
Or end up in the freezer
Tentacles and food for thought
Jellyfish are armed with up to hundred ‘digits'
They look like plastic bags
Let us blame sea turtles for ingestion
Humans have to make do with just two walkers
Home erectus but also sapiens?
Prosthetic amputated minds?
Apoleia the fear of loss seems so mega irrational
What has gone wrong in childhood?
Angst gone array from what abuse?
But ‘luckily’ reason prevails one legged
If one survives in Syria and Iraq
‘I hobble therefore I carry on’
Landmines prevent a rightful path and passage
Evolution works quite slowly
But ‘naturally’ artificial intelligence
Will come to the rescue when the rats take over the fall out
05th August 2018
ENTER NEOLINA
What a fabulous fish
What an awesome dish,
Neolina is her name,
And Flirting is her game.
She dives, shimmers,
Swims and flows,
She always smiles,
Shines and glows,
And then she dips
To show her other side,
But Neolina is perfect,
And has nothing to hide!
Her colours are surreal,
And make the fish all feel,
That she is from
Another world untold,
Where funky fish unfurl,
And octopuses multiply,
And continually unfold.
She’s sexy and she knows so,
She’s after Nemo as her beau,
She’s been closely watching,
And knows the qualities he has,
But of course,
She knows, she’s the one
With pizzazz!
We all know the story
About Nemo Marlin and Dory,
And how Nemo escaped danger,
From the Dentist stranger.
Neolina hears of Nemo’s escape,
And lets out a sigh,
And excitedly contemplates
What could be nigh!
However,
The crux of my tale,
Is about Marlin
Brewing a plot
To match Neolina, the surreal
Sassy fish,
With Nemo who is hot,
And his fantasies about
An incredible wedding,
On the reef where the sun,
Has a magnificent setting.
Every fish would be invited to come,
And imagine the fashions,
That would be
Sported by some!
Marlin practiced what he
Wanted to say,
To Nemo,
For many a day
And hopes it will
Be accepted by them.
He would make plans for
Their honeymoon,
And he thought of doing
This very soon,
But was afraid of been
Too rash,
He didn’t want to appear brash,
He might frighten or chase
Neolina away,
And Nemo might follow,
And choose not to stay.
But, Marlin was almost sure
If there was to be bet,
Each of them would admit
How they felt,
And both would burst out and say,
May we get married today!
Nemo our small Casanova,
Had spied Neolina once or twice,
And thought she was
Fabuliciously nice.
Marlin hoped they
Would be ecstatic to say I do,
Get married and have a child
Or a few!
Now we will just have to wait,
To see what will be their fate,
Will Marlins fantasies,
Come true
For these awesome two?
C is for Chocolate Chip Cookies that taste oh so delicious in your mouth
H is for the Hope that surrounds us each and every day
O is for Oranges that are so healthy to eat
C is for Chocolate that melts in your mouth
O is Octopuses. Don’t you love Octopuses?
L is for a Life full of Laughter
A is for Apples that keep the doctor away
T is for Terrific because you yes you are Terrific
E is for a life that’s full of Excitement
C is for Caring about one another
H is for Happiness that engulfs you
I is for Inspiring others
P is for the Positivity that you have
C is for being Confident
O is for being Optimistic
O is for the Opinions that you share
K is for the Kindness you have
I is for your Interests
E is for Enjoyment because I hope you Enjoyed this poem
Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons
Rumor Has It My Dear
Rumor has it my dear something spectacular is near
Bring your batik hats to our grand lavish scene
Wear flowing Kebeya robes
Let them flow in the air
We’re having our party upon the ocean
On pontoons made of bamboo notions
Flown in from Indonesia with crews
Planks will connect all the segments
Chris Christie will help with construction
Bridging rafts with bamboo shoots & roots
(We understand he understands bridges)
Yachts will punctuate the festivities
Covered in purple red flowers with care
Tied to the floating swaying affair
McCartney and Sting will be there
Octopuses Garden is the theme
And Paul will bring Ringo to sing
The Clinton's and Bushes are on the list
Paparazzi will see if they kiss or do tricks
And who can resist our guests of honor
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt
The main menu is set like this;
Foie gras loco moco carne
Matusaka beef
Pheasant/Mallard breast roast
Beluga Sevruga, Osetra caviar
Goût de Diamants, Taste of Diamonds champagne
Haute chocolate ice cream
This all seems like a dream
We pray that the weather holds up
The only waves we wish to see is from us
In the form of greetings and pleasantries
The party has been planned for ages
If storms should gather
It won’t really matter
We’re thankful
The Royals, Mr.& Mrs. Smith are here
To weigh down pontoons and rafts
With billions in sacks of gold trinkets
Door prizes for sure, (sorry no doors), for those who attend
500 guests will arrive at the gala
A date with Mick Jagger and two jaguars
Assured for each person as gifts guaranteed
Compliments of King & Queen Smith
Whose parties should never be missed
A mystery guest, no surprise
A legend in his own mind
Mr. Trump and his hair might arrive
Since the pope is preoccupied
We’ll sway to the music with fine company
All are welcome to our heavenly scene
At the octopuses party on the sea
7/11/14 Rumor Has It contest
Now where does one start to write
To find the courage he has to pluck
And write a poem for a contest
It's all about things that suck
Out there, there are so many places
Where this word can always be used
There are octopuses in our seas
And their suckers are used so true
Even in the medical world
They use leeches to reduce blood swelling
Their active anticoagulant
Is a marvel in their telling
There are women of ill repute
Nothing like sucking on a sweet
A hard neck never deters them
Vampire bats do it to eat
There are others in the animal world
Yes, limpets when they grip their locked
And back to the ladies and ********
Yes the sweetie I meant was rock
Then there are the ones who are gullible
Like a vacuum they become sucked in
There is nothing wrong with the word suck
Using it, is never a sin