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KILLME Nov 2013
Octavian Octopus
lives In the sea
with eight long tentacles
to hug you and me

He spends his days
with Seahorse Sabrina
who dreams longingly
of being a ballerina

Octavian wants so much
to be like his crony
but sadly, all of his
dance moves are bologna.

Still he felt that
he needed to impress
his funky fresh pal
in the pretty pink dress

so for hours, Octavian
practiced his spins and his twirls
he even got a costume
with glittery frills


So came the day
of the big talent show
He could show old Sabrina
that he too, was a pro

But alas,
half way through his act
his big squirmy arms
got caught in a crack

He tripped and he stumbled
and fell off the platform
tears started to fall
and away, he started to storm

"Stop!" a voice shouted at him
and he turned around to see
his best friend Sabrina
giggling with glee

"the very best dancer,
you don't need to be
if you really want to
be friends with me"

He smiled and she laughed
"you're very cool, you silly-old-goof,
but just be yourself,
not a stumbling doof"
my little sister asked me to write her something about an octopus and seahorse, not exactly what im used to writing, but i gave it my best shot.
i think its pretty **** cute <3
The Emperor Octavian, called the August,
I being his favorite, bestowed his name
Upon me, and I hold it still in trust,
In memory of him and of his fame.
I am the ******, and my vestal flame
Burns less intensely than the Lion’s rage;
Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim
The golden Harvests as my heritage.
Mike T Minehan Mar 2014
What I should have said
when Mike Whittle died, was
what a mighty man he was,
though small in stature,
yeah, how he set the students’
minds on fire.
Instead I said
he always jabbed himself with insulin
while we were having lunch
and I said that this was a literary tradition
like Polonius being stabbed in the arras
and Mark Antony falling on his sword after Actium
before Octavian could get there ahead of him.
And then I said that Antony's lover Cleopatra died
when she arranged to be bitten on her ***** by an asp.
And I thought I was a smart *** by saying
don’t get confused and think she was bitten on her asp.
Well, Mike and I did laugh about literary allusions,
along with all that insulin and his pancreas,
during all of those immortal lunches.
But what I should have said was that students
worshiped him, and they said that
‘he gave me my love of learning’.
Mike, you mighty little giant.
And how I loved that you could laugh when the admin staff
tried to cut you down because they hate popularity so much.
Those blasts of laughter in your classes
frightened them and they thought you were
an iconoclast. Oh Mike.  I love you, just like all your students.
That's what I should have said about
the gifts you gave us all in
Learn, Love and Laughter 101.
This is your immortal epitaph.

Mike T Minehan
Mike Whittle and I taught together at a university in Sydney. He died too soon. He's one of those guys who made a real impact on the lives of those who met him and learned from him. He was passionate about what he did. People like Mike should be remembered and celebrated... I miss him very much, and I wish I'd told him these things while he was alive.
Octavian Cocos May 2022
I want, to be able pure poems to write,
To sleep near the sky like star gazers at night,
To dream near the belfries, enchanted and filled
By their solemn anthems diffused by the wind.
With chin cupped in hands from my attic to see
The workshop which chatters and sings and feels free;
The chimneys, the steeples, these masts of the town,
The skies making people in fancy to drown.

How nice is to see through the mists a star bright
And a lamp at the window, burning still in the night,
The rivers of coal rising up in the air,
The moon pouring down its pale charm everywhere.
The summers and autumns will quietly go;
When winter arrives with its white and dull snow
I'll close all the doors and pull down the blind
And build lofty castles at night in my mind.
I'll dream all the time of blue distant horizons,
Alabaster small fountains which weep in the gardens,
And kisses, and birds, chirping loudly and rife,
The pure love affairs we cherish in life.
The bustle, enticing, at the window will drum,
With my head on the desk, I shall sit still and numb,
For I'll dive in the sea of exquisite delight
Of evoking the spring with my will and my might,
Of bringing the sun near my heart and create
Of my fiery dreams an abode warm and great.
Octavian Cocos Jul 2022
On a ridge so nice,
Nest of Paradise,
Here come in the end,
Down the ***** descend
Three white flocks in queue
And three shepherds, too,
From Moldavia land,
Transylvania land,
And from Vrancea land.
And the second one,
With the Vrancea's son,
Well, they schemed a lot
And devised a plot
At the end of day,
Merciless to slay
The Moldavian guy,
Richer – cant' deny –
For has many sheep,
Which are fair and leap,
Horses trained for ride,
And dogs full of pride.
But that ewe, so cool,
With a gray-white wool
Three days in a row
Spoke in a voice low,
And walked to and fro.
– O, gray little ewe
And with white wool, too,
Three days in a row
Spoke in a voice low!                    
Doesn't the grass grow
Or you're feeling blue,
My beloved ewe?
– O, my shepherd dear,
Bring your sheep down here
Near the woods today
Where we have much hay,
In the shade you'll stay.
Master, hear my clue,
Call a dog to you,
Bold and of good breed,
True to you, indeed,
For when night is near,
They will **** you, dear,
The Vrancea's mean son
And the other one!
–  My ewe with meek eyes         
If you are so wise
When you see me dead
On a foxtail bed,
Tell the Vrancea's son
And the other one    
To dig me a tomb
In this pasture's womb,
Near the pen for sheep
To bury me deep;
Or behind the logs
To hear all my dogs.            
Tell them what I say,
Near my head then lay
A pipe made of beech
Its nice song to reach,
A pipe made of bone,
With a doleful tone;
A pipe thin and real,
Which plays with much zeal!
Wind will sweep the grass
And through them will pass
All the sheep will flee
Here to cry for me
Shedding tears a sea!                
If I'm killed, don't run,
But tell everyone
I married one day
A queen far away,
The world's bride, I'd say;                  
At my wedding, tell
That a bright star fell;
That the moon and sun
Held my wreath for fun.            
Firs and oaks with nests
Were my lovely guests,
Priests, the mounts with herds,
Fiddlers, the wild birds,
Birdies stood to watch,
Stars shone like a torch!
And I'm asking thee
If one day you see
Old mom feeling down,
With a belted gown
Crying in despair,
Asking everywhere,
Shouting in the air:            
"People full of joy
Who has seen my boy
Shepherd proud and dear,
Slim and without fear?
His face soft as silk
And as white as milk;                  
His moustache so sweet,
Yellow ear of wheat;          
His hair combed with skill
Black like raven's quill;
His eyes deep and droll,
Two pieces of coal?”
You, my dearest sheep,
Pity her and weep
Then tell her somehow
That I'm married now
To a young queen nice,
There, in Paradise,                      
But don't give detail
To that mother frail,
That on wedding night
A star lost its light
Firs and oaks with nests
Were my lovely guests,
Priests, the mounts with herds,
Fiddlers, the wild birds,
Birdies stood to watch,
Stars shone like a torch!
Aniq Ahmad Aug 2018
In the middle of the Roman empire
And under the Cesar's throne
No one thought of a story bein overblown

As Pompeii lost his wife and hated Cesar
Cesar got betrayed, killed Pompeii
That was common tragic teaser

But what unfolded the truth?
As the words came out of Cleopatra
Cesar ****** and hooked

But that was too mainstream no?
She was just bound to love him
Cuz she had no support for her own

Cesar, killed by politics and forgotten
Anthony his commander
Took the survey and went Egypt often

The women that he ****** had no honor
A devil in form of a *****
Just some good clothes and venal

Anthony put on the Egyptian antimony
Found love in Cleopatra
Left that *****, filled with insanity

Then as he was hated for loving foreign
Octavian lost faith
And headed for killing the fallen

Anthony didn't wanna die as a traitor
Stabbed himself
Wore the king's robe as  dictator

Cleopatra saw that and cried
She bit herself by snake
And later died

Chaperones picked both up
Sat them on their thrones
Romans came and were blown
ConnectHook Apr 2018
One World Limerick

The notion of nations united
gets the global progressives excited.
Their party of Babel
is ******’s own rabble
(we’re left with the Right uninvited).


Values Clarification Limerick

Many worldlings (whose ways we bemoan)
hope their lives we’ll approve and condone.
But we couldn’t care less
for the views they profess;
we just wish they would leave us alone


Roman Limerick

Our antichrist leaders (so Fabian)
are more Nero, and less like Octavian.
So with Caesars and salad
I’ll dress up my ballad.
(The future’s plebeian or Flavian.)


Kente Pajamas Limerick

A racist obtuse Afro-whiner
Tried to give the right-wing a black shiner
While applauding Obama
He railed at my mama
His manners could be a lot finer  .  .  .


Apocalyptic Limerick

The riddles of John’s Revelation
imply a large-scale devastation.
The end is not too clear
but looks rather nuclear:
a well-deserved A–bomb-in-nation.


Freethinking Limerick

An atheist, weary of fables
Found his intellect turning the tables.
He declared: As a nihilist
held to a higher list,
I’m for erasing the labels.


Mendacious Limerick

Fake propaganda as news
only fools those it’s meant to confuse
there is wrong, there is right
when you’re left in the light
of a nation with little to lose.
Um . . . men and women
are the ONLY two genders.
Deal with my Haiku!

PS: anyone else having trouble with italics & bold recently?
They're not working for me
Raven Feels Nov 2023
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, 25-X-'23__5:01<=

Interesting to know
Not necessarily to show:

The human essence
Is an octavian star
Branching upon its definitive
Existence
One which we proudly
Ignore the infinite's branching
In its shadow we linger
Finitely standing
Lingering as if we know
What color it beholds
Some decorative spectrum it loathes
To be blinded by white shadow
Of the branched light
Adjacent below
So what we know
Is one of a show
In which we name
In which we smoke
The shadow we bathe
The shadow we soak
The grave we dig
the grave we loathe
Call the barrier danger zone
Call the barrier freezing snow
Explain to me
Define your thoughts
Define a territory you claim you bought
Meh
Who am I even to sought; (?)
Display your colors
Display your coats
Calling ashes your most trusted troops
Hiding under those seven loops

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Sep 2020
3 November 2020, the evening thereof, could miror the Battle of Actium when Mark Anthony and Cleopatra were defeated on the sea by Octavian, thus ending the Roman Republic and creating the Roman Empire in 31 BC with Augustus becoming its first Emperor. Criminal Trump would never have this premonition, but I do. That's what he wants badly, isn't it, to become America's first Emperor? He has already been as cruel as Caligula, and if through cheating and other forms of illicit help, Criminal Trump "wins" another four year, we Americans will become his serfs. Would we not want to remain citizens instead of becoming serfs? To restore our democracy, we must fight and win our battle on the land of the free, if that is what we wish still to be. Lies lie at the feet of would-be Emperor Trump. Let us defeat him with truth and intransigence at the polls.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, an essayist, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life
Bard of Blyth Apr 21
I’m always looking for some fun
I put so much into you and I’m not talking about ***
It’s an ick for you when I call you ***
So how about I start to be more blunt?
Your anxiety in this society is frightening me
How about some variety?
Your notoriety was your propriety
Now you sit there silently
Flicking through shorts you watch piously
So where’s your vanity?
You’re my certified fantasy
It’s agony watching my majesty in travesty
I’d happily take away your stress rapidly
Candidly I can admit it’s all a tragedy.

I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit
I wanna go long
How ‘bout a landing strip?
You make me so strong
That’s why I’m not gonna quit
I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit

I know sometimes I can be a bit dumb
But when you *** I know your toes go numb
A connection via affection pun
You know how my naughty mind can run
Your anxiety is callously affecting me
You’re panicky and act angrily
I call the cavalry in agony
You are my galaxy a star tapestry
Inside a vacuum covered by a dark canopy
You’re my Cleopatra and I’m Antony
Don’t let Octavian defeat us drastically
I want your amnesty and you sexually
I won’t drop you from the balcony
It’s all a pain let’s come together like gravity.

I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit
I wanna go long
How ‘bout a landing strip?
You make me so strong
That’s why I’m not gonna quit
I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
1 AE and CE portrayed as the dominant power.
Even if the word "genius" were gathered together
of them the rulers, and elders, may be common
to the experience of it was the highest.
It is known that in general, if the ideal of all consists in this,
that a man has more from the intellect.
Families smaller unit of society. The gates were three ways
to search the house. The first is that the hierarchy
of the Roman gods, the Greeks who, after the man.
"1 nor the father has in Jupiter,
which is the sum of the Divine Mother of the agreement,
Juno, queen of the gods."               These courses are pointing at one person. They are, therefore, ultimately to those who suffer,
June low to all the ministers to his affairs at home,
and the woman:                        What is the role of of a male child of Jupiter?
Of course,
                                     if the child is using a small risk inner parts of Rumin.
Pompey now generally sarcophagous
one hundred times the state of PC Roof Garden,
The smoke disappeared.
that their punishment for themselves
a crop of "the midst" of the series will be glad
and the rest of the country of the gods
of the snakes to the modes of the bridge,
to whom they are present or not increasing.
"Campania and Calabria for three years
and will keep the famous snake at home,
here are really complex. On the other hand,
are themselves a means associated with the beasts
in the field of Vesuvius, and we have to say goodbye,
"Okay " and the demon can be evaluated
is genuine from the genius of yourself
up on high, and their accomplices,     he has a mouth,
as it were, the ability of Horaka
in the sight of his concern, and the ability
to "human nature of the man with every man,
when he changed his look,
or black or white 'at the command
of the genius of the Domitian emperor
Octavian Caesar to return to Rome,
the last of the victory of the Romans,
the Civil War was the question would seem to be a man of great valor
and success was the question of innocence,
which was also in the sign
of the blessing of the gospel.
And he pressed upon from this
in the name of Augustus
to the memory of all the soldiers
he would be a unity of rational
knowledge,                                                      ­               God is condemned.
The military, because so much
of the public morals regions
of the country abroad. The Roman
legions from the team, Eumen cut
Siffre orders to the others, Britain,
Popilianum Gen. 1 AE is portrayed as CE master genius.
Although the word "genius"
can be a general experience that most leaders,
elders. It is known that more generally,
almost every situation is applied,
which is a man's genius. Their father's homes
were smaller than the units of society.
The gates of the house three ways to the question.
The first, indeed, as a hierarchy
of the gods of the Romans,                                                         that the things
that are of the Greeks,                                                          ­after being formed by the human race.
"1, has no father on Thursday,
which is the sum of the Divine Mother of unity,
Juno, the queen of the gods.
With indication that these
were the divisions are in the personality of the person.
The power of the truth itself
represented All women that women are internal affairs,
and thus, after all, June commands.
What is the role of poor Thursday?
In fact, the rise of Colombia's childhood gods,
defends the position, split, and infants,
one for the majority of specific parts of Rumin.
of course, if the child is a small risk
from the use of interior. Pompey now
or a hundred relief temples usually out,
PC or the state of the smoke can evaporate
Roof Garden door. There was something
about which, from the lot of these very punishments              "in the middle",
              and another from the sanctuary,
which is where the bridge to the gods
to which is universally respected.
Or, the mood at the front of the range towards
the snakes does not rise.                                    "Campania and Calabria" old,
and preserved reputed snake
at home Here are naturally
linked. On the other hand,
an unrelated beast binding
mound come to the fields of Vesuvius and we say goodbye,
"Okay," and the demon can be evaluated is genuine.
History of genius was originated
in the 2nd century of Vienna,                                a Latin character "friendly"
character of this nation,                                           "Right from Ge Ge" work.
"At this point genius is not the same man
who had every absurd, but also from the genius
arogancy in detail. He has a mouth like a genius.
Horaka's former management of care
and the ability to "Star equal birthday"
the human nature? of the man in every man,
when he changed his face either black or white,
"relies on the Empire, with Dominitians
genius, Emperor Octavian Caesar's army
returned to Rome after the last victory of the Romans,
the civil war; became controversial,
the issue of acquittal seeming to come to an end,
a man of great prowess and success
was that he is,                                                           in a sign of blessing he is.
then urged them in the name of Augustus,
in memory of the rational,                                                      wo­uld be a unity
in all things, soldier sentenced
to about intelligence.                                    Military object of understanding,
since the character of the province,
as well as by the state,                                                 broadens the homeland.
The team of the legions of Roman E

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