Short Tentacle Poems

Intent May Be Criminal

If the intent really had been criminal,
Was hidden and appeared subliminal;
No  appeal;
Shady deal;
Tried to stick his nose with a tentacle.

Jim Horn

and living on a pinnacle of success....

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Exorbitant-

extortionist,

self-orient-

red-royalties with,

oil based rents...

Ten-tentacle dresses,

head-level-leftover-ness.


"Instead of shedz we're getting into the mess,"

the fled are those who made precautions press,

loftily next....

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"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... "  Psalm 1:3

A myriad of stars, the milky stream connects.
The tree of life provides, resplendent fruit expects.
The tentacle of roots, under spacious blue skies.
The sip is free and close, such tenderness supplies.
...

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The spell should break quickly now,
and all will become distant,
like birth....
in the throes of labor,
as the tentacle grip 
that has 
held me
in the clutches of this moving terrain,
releases,
void of memory,
and I march on,
Pilgrims torch in hand,
held high.....
greeting the sapphire sky....

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Pink octopus turned herself into an exquisitely beautiful woman.
She had round fat circular tentacle curls and fair skin, best of all, feet.
The mermaids were jealous as Pink lifted herself out of the Caribbean Sea.
She turned and gave them a thumbs up with her new left thumb.
They cheered wildly, which was fake. They truly hated her now....

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A rolling stone gathers no moths
Is a lobster a crushed Asian
Are you all just a pigment of my imagination
This will be my last will and tentacle
Reed the words i rite
I am not your escape goat
I don't fell well
do you have the anecdote for that
Lets cell a bait
Shoot graffiti in the air
i sea ewe stair lick eye am knot their
oar did i go two fair...

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Painting with eight tentacles is Sloth
With seven paint brushes in his arms
And one tentacle holding a fix it cloth
Painting away his sadness, doing no harm.

What has happened to octopus one asks?
Why does he need to concentrate on a painting task?
His family has disappeared, and he is terribly sad.
This was told to us by his father, mother, brother and dad....

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she disturbs meaning
in rhythmic pulsation
exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse;
'but don't mistake a stinging strophe for arrogance.'

'that's just fierce presence,'
moved by waves of astonishment 
cascading through a nervous and vascular system
spontaneously overflowed  

                                          sea through


with a reaching iridescent tentacle
she simply, elegantly, fluoresces a gleam in your eyes...

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Death held my hand as we walked a winding path,
where heavy drooping rose vines hung from tangled trees;
black, inky vines reached out for me like tentacle fingers,
wrapping, twining-   but I screamed NO and ran into the void;
I woke in my hospital bed, gasping, a black vine still on my arm.

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July 2, 2017

Poetry/Verse/I Walked With Death
Copyright Protected, ID 07- 917-359-02
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France...

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memory begets anticipation
manifesting a subtle seeking
of a fragrance that we recall
which once enlivened our heart
yet this desire mitigates the pulse
of the new offering of the universe
available only at this very moment
thus we rest all memory imagery
and vaporise presence in the void
become nothing and yet the all
leaving one tentacle anchored in form
that we may live out our life span 
moment by moment in as is ordained
to enrich our Self with the elixir of love...

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