Octopus hide in your sea garden
Two tentacles bit by a marlin
Afraid to reach out
though never a doubt
New limbs sprout, no better a bargain!
The octopus sometimes forgets
Its suckers when gerbils it pets.
It sticks to its arm,
Then falls, to some harm,
Which both of them deeply regrets.
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!"
Some days I wish I had eight arms
that I could wrap around you…
those days when two arms don’t seem to be enough
when only an octopus hug will do
Octopus Oscar needs all tentacles eight
One to carry his dinner plate
One to hold during his presidential debate
One to write upon his sixties slate
One to open the garden gate
One to watch, so he will not be late
One to cuddle his friend, Kate
One to open his second-hand freight
One to balance, so he could roller skate
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
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 rare moment spent with an octopus ~ is a cherished life's memoir.
would, that there were four of me
the ways that I could pleasure thee
each tentacle to tender tickle
fancied freckles, firm or fickle
one all-at-once massage, divine -
all hands on deck, in grand design
perceptive palms with petting jives
could raise a rash of ‘rotic hives
oh, goosebumps of the finest kind
quadrupled thus to blow your mind
four tens of fingers, fixed just SO
to warm the embers down below
mass touches placed with dermal love
bear moans from zones rare spoken of
pray how could one but NOT adore
a mate like me, (and mine) …
times FOUR?!?
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 16, 2023
octopus, as I study you
your geneology is not tried and true
alien DNA is what you have, my friend
i wish could talk to clear up this trend
your extensive genome has great complexity
with thirty thousand coding genes, you outrank me
are you from mars, venus or is pluto your extension?
your problem-solving skills are beyond my comprehension
octopus, as I study you
I am confused, what can i do?
who can I ask?
maybe only you.
seems man is doing fine
but wildlife in decline
octopus next in line
more of them now we eat
as a high protein treat
and they are easy meat
with this, man now engage
put creature in the cage
octopus farming age
this sentient being
shows it has much feeling
and caged be suffering
but some reject this claim
and go ahead with aim
for them tis profit game
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.
Do not upset Missy the octopus she is prissy someone said.
She powders her slimy tentacles, and dyes her eye lashes red.
I tiptoed around her, because I was afraid of her rumored bad mood.
She was eating dainty sandwiches, an appropriate octopus food.
Come closer she whispered, showing me her beautiful nails now.
Tentacles were painted too. I liked everything about her now.
We became fast friends even though she is pure femininity.
If you know me at all, you know this route for me could never be.
Ollie Octopus could sure do some harm
With each one of his poisonous arms ~
He flashed his tentacles
Nearly identicals ~
I hear females fall for his subtler charms
hasty journey south
tombstone circle k
wade through
wanna be cowboys
and rv queens
to check out counter
and zip
outta the parking lot
onto the open road
only to be
cut off
by a paint truck
laying lines
really?
crawling
down the highway
slower than a snail
no way to get back home
now
slow motion
anesthesia fade
kicking in
paint truck procession
will it ever end
finally
interstate cruising
and bless my soul
heart of saguaro forest
rising out of an arroyo
red, orange
violet streaked glow
mountain silhouette
thick stately grove
of slender giants
ordered rows
like teeth of black comb
marching over mountains
straight into eternity
against a sky
that steals
every color
horizon bathed
In deep rich
tangerine gold
purple, crimson
streaks bleeding out
stretching wide
thinning
like long tentacle tips
tenderly tickling
mountains
hovering barely above
psychedelic gynormous
octopus
breath taking
Arizona awe
damn paint truck
almost missed it
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