Category Archives: Poem of the Day

“Money, Not Everything” by Sahaj

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MONEY, NOT EVERYTHING
Money can buy Food but not Nutrition 
Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks.
Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth.
Money can buy Books but not Knowledge.
Money can buy Blood but not Life

Money can buy Clock but not Time.
Money can buy Air Conditioner but not coolness.
Money can buy Bulb but not Brightness.
Money can buy High Post but not Respect.
Money can buy Sugar but not Sweetness.
Sahaj Sabharwal.
                                                                        
Every now and then we showcase a poem from overseas.
Sahaj is from India and has been emailing me his poetry and following our site. He attends Dehli Public School, Jammu.

 

                                                                    

“The Oily Octopus” by Lynne Higgs

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An octopus observed some ooze upon the ocean.

‘Is it olive oil or toxic poison potion?’

He asked a nearby oyster who looked a little off​. ​

She was a tad opaque and she then began to cough.

 

‘What is this oily ooze – its odourous and odd?’

The octopus opined to a nearby orange cod.

‘It’s all atop the ocean tide.’ The cod replied offended.

If this continues on, our organic lives have ended.

 THE OILY OCTOPUS

 

“Baby Shark Remix” by Kylie Covark

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Baby Shark Remix 

 

Baby shark,

Do do do do do do.

Baby shark,

Do do do do do do.

Baby shark,

Do do do do do do.

Baby shark!

 

Watch that net,

Do do do do do do.

Watch that net,

Do do do do do do.

Watch that net,

Do do do do do do.

Watch that net!

 

Swim away,

Do do do do do do.

Swim away,

Do do do do do do.

Swim away,

Do do do do do do.

Swim away!

 

Back to Mum,

Do do do do do do.

Back to Mum,

Do do do do do do.

Back to Mum,

Do do do do do do.

Back to Mum!

 

Never safe,

Do do do do do do.

Never safe,

Do do do do do do.

Never safe,

Do do do do do do.

Never safe!

 

It’s your home,

Do do do do do do.

It’s your home,

Do do do do do do.

It’s your home,

Do do do do do do.

It’s your home!

“Growing Teeth” by Celia Berrell

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Growing Teeth

 

That wily smiley crocodile

when basking in the tropic sun

won’t care two hoots about his teeth.

One breaks – he’ll grow another one.

 

The scary shark has teeth galore.

Three thousand stored inside his face.

He won’t get sore if one falls out.

A spare tooth simply takes its place.

 

The terrapins and turtles each

have zero teeth within their head.

They crop and bite the sea-grass with

a sharp and horny beak instead.

 

A human has two sets of teeth.

The first grow while we’re still quite young

yet start to fall out one by one

as adult teeth push through the gums.

 

But that’s the lot. We grow no more,

no matter how antique we get.

So better keep them clean and bright

unless you want a plastic set!

“Sharks” by Ron Marsh

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SHARKS

There’s commotion in the ocean,

When sharks are all about.

Little fish go to and fro

Darting all about.

 

They try to hide inside the reef,

And in rock caverns too.

But the sharks do not go hungry.

They always catch a few.

 

“Obligation of the Octopus” by Dr June Perkins

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Obligation of the Octopus

 

Arms with minds of their own.

A body that can morph through

openings.

 

Three hearts beating

boom, boom, boom

to the call of the

ocean.

 

Like escapologists

obligated when opportunity

presents itself

to freedom

beyond the tank.

 

Blue blood

beating, beating, beating.

 

Octopus of song.

Octopus of story.

Octopus of science.

 

By June Perkins

Key West Octopus

 

Obligation of the Octopus

“O for an Octopus” by James Aitchison

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O FOR AN OCTOPUS

 

O is for Octopus

looking Ornery,

wearing an Orchid,

not so Ordinary!

 

Eating their Oranges

while they Occupy

Orbiting Organs,

look at those Octopi!

“Oliver the Octopus” by Kylie Covark

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Oliver the Octopus is talented indeed,

In the ocean orchestra he’s all they ever need.

 

With one arm he conducts, with another arm he strums,

With another two he bangs a beat upon the ocean drums.

With his fifth he holds a flute and he blows a pretty tune,

The notes sound out so soft and sweet that all the mermaids swoon.

His sixth arm holds an oboe. His seventh arm, a cello.

He really is amazing, this aquatic, music fellow.

He wears a dashing suit and is always looking sharp.

And with his final arm he plays upon a golden harp.

 

From North and South, from East and West,

From upstream and down under,

Sea creatures swim from all around

For this eight-legged wonder!

 

 

“Oscar the Octopus” by Monty Edwards

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Oscar the Octopus

 

Oscar the octopus opened his eyes:

Oscar the octopus got a surprise.

Over the sea-bed there glided a shark:

It was blocking the sunlight and making things dark!

 

So off to his den, Oscar started to swim:

He was hoping the shark wasn’t hungry for him!

Of course, do not think of an Oscar unarmed,

But even his eight might not keep him unharmed!

 

Oh, one other weapon he had, to confuse:

Some ink in a squirter he’d open and use.

But reaching his rock in a crevice to hide,

With eight arms all aching, he crawled safe inside!

 

“Lyle the Lemon” by Lynelle Kendall

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Lyle the Lemon

Lyle the lemon turned eleven,

Time to celebrate!

He planned a party with his friends

His Mum said, “Just ask eight.”

 

Who would he ask? How would he choose?

The job was hard, for sure,

He thought he’d ask the apple twins

They’d make a solid core.

 

Gus Grapes – he was a bunch of fun

And Orange, always bright

Watermelon, kind and sweet

Three more left to invite.

 

Lyle stopped to think, he scratched his peel

Oh yes! His best friend Lime

They’d play some games and do the twist

And have a brilliant time.

 

Two left to join Lyle’s fruity crew

Two left to share his day.

Banana, she can do the splits

And shake things up. Hooray!

 

Mum asks, “How many have you got?”

Lyle counts and says, “just seven.”

“That’s find,” says Mum, “I’ll help you out,”

“You must ask cousin Kevin.”

 

“Oh yeah, thanks Mum. Well now I’m done.”

He wrote out ‘Kiwi Kevin,’

And that’s who came to celebrate

When Lyle turned eleven.