by Semih Bilgic |
Categories:
allegory,
true love
octopus arms
think so
by Blythe Journey |
Categories:
love, passion
I decided that two legs
aren't quite enough
at times when I
wrap them around you
not enough skin on skin
not enough to seize you
I could be content
I believe as an octopus
eight times happier
multiplying my touch
tasting you with my
succulent suction cups
you in my grips
making you drunk
with my confusing cloud
of love ink as I
take you away to my
colorful coral reef
and mold my eight legs
to your body
and change my color
to match yours
both of us now
camouflaged as one
by Dr Hitendra Mehta |
Categories:
life
birth
death
God's will
Life in between
we live
as per our will
cry marks
arrival
departure
we try hard
to laugh
during stay
love Body
live for Soul
aim salvation
dust Soul
not mirror
Soul reflects true Self
accumulate
good karmas
liberate Soul
Bad Karmas have
Octopus grip
prolong Soul's bondage
let good deeds
in coffin be plinth
for Soul's salvation tower
Gross, Astral, Causal
only Souls encasements
hindering Souls freedom
merger with God
only absolute freedom
rest all illusion
~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011
~~~~~~~~~~~~
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
culture, feelings, love, lust, relationship, romance, sports,
A seaman called, "Octopus" Dennis
Was known to the girls as a menace
A sign from Above
Predicted "True Love"
"But you gotta go out and play tennis!"
by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
analogy, body, passion,
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
by Nasilele Mubyana |
Categories:
husbandsong, love, song,
I’ve never written on a guy so much
Experienced what it’s like to love forever
To listen to every love song
And
Enjoy how every word paints a picture of us
If you knew how my heart sings it’s own song for you
You would cry your eyes out
Or rather your heart
Don’t leave or my song will die
Pulverize
Recede into my body
And out of
My tearing eyes
I’m possessed
It would be evil to heal me from
My stagnant bliss
I’ve never bared the thought
Of our separation
I’ve clung to us
Like an octopus
And you…
Well it’s your part to finish my thoughts
Cause you complete me
Like the moon in the middle of the night
Round my incomplete circle
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
fun,
Imagine having eight arms and three hearts
Like an octopus, don't know where to start
We learn a new skill
First time, what a thrill
Making love with eight arms and three hearts
by Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu |
Categories:
love,
Virgin breasts
With pure black brown orbs,
Nipples heaven pointed,
Pure black brown lips
All covered in honey skin
Kinky;
Iced with advanced enhanced
Resolute octopus brains
What more could I want!
This ain't no flattery
I love the way you dance;
It's like the sound
Of your zipper in the
Strip tease:
There when pants are
Erased like pencil work on paper.
by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories:
death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,
In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life?
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island
by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories:
inspirational,
O October it seems even though thee pass capricing
like sometimes wert here
and sometimes octopus of a thing or ocro
or what somehow oakening through- on breezes and
tides and sunlight stir and darkness.
And if thou be something still around I wished to be
the local sight of the moon here or amidst,
and if thou be a mountain I wished it to be this particular
Gangriwal or Mandra or Murba,
and if thou be a tree I wished it to be pear or sweet
lemon fruit that sometimes we buy in the market,
for we love again and again this cheerness in October!.
by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories:
death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,
In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life?
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island
by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories:
death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,
In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life?
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island
by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories:
death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,
In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life?
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island
by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories:
death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,
In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life?
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island
by Jim Yerman |
Categories:
love,
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