Best Coconuts Poems
By sun-kissed sands on moonlit seas,
The ships are sailing in the breeze,
Around me rum and coconuts,
Calypso music, wooden huts,
My hammock tied between two trees.
Jack Horne for Gail’s contest
On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks,
In fecund soil and in lush green plantations,
Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky.
They are benevolent palms at the service of generations.
A coconut tree is a marvel of creation, every part of it can be used.
Its umbrella like crown of leaves shades us from sun.
Its circular, heavy cluster of fruits enrich our bodies.
From coconut husks, coir mats and ropes are spun.
The milk-white kernel inside the coconut shell,
Is used in curries, cookies and for extracting oil.
The water inside is a healthy, delicious drink.
Its vast net work of labyrinthine roots holds the loose soil.
Its sturdy trunk is used as a support for anchoring small boats.
Coconut shells in the hands of a craftsman turn into attractive curios.
Palm fronds are used for thatching small hovels and sheds.
Thus, from foot to crown, its uses and charms are various.
If one is stressed, it is therapeutic to de-husk a coconut.
It is a fine exercise and an ideal way to de-stress.
If angry with some one and wish to tear him limb by limb,
Break a coconut and it will take away all your noxious distress.
Still if you don’t feel comfortable and are with tingling nerves,
Scrape a coconut bit by bit and by the time you finish,
All your anger must have slowly gone as steam into air,
And in course of time, you will see it thoroughly vanish!
In men coconut a link,
In coconuts,some kings,
In light color pink,
Hard and hard coconut skin,
Heart in neat,a white solid thing,
But the hearts in pink,all the Kings,
Very hard like skin,why?still I think!
Your hairy brown exterior
Belies the sweet interior
A gift to humans culinary
Or cocktail quite extraordinary
Your oil it smooths, caresses
A babies bum it blesses
Your cream is heaven slurry
As I add it to my curry
In short you're what we all need
Though your stature for a plant seed
Might be intimidating
I'll still give you 'A' star rating
Coconut kernel is
good to eat;
healthy, too.
But a coconut
falling on
one's head isn't
healthy!
Each day many fall,
Them hardened furry balls.
And oh how they call
Perched on the coconut tree sturdy and tall
Nothing but ‘em coconuts on a dead-end street
With their half-formed wobbly meat
Them coconuts that leave
Me bitter from the sweet.
The tears of the coconut you see
Fall for ideas that never come to be
Dangling fibers from the tree
Bear witness to my priceless fee.
I count them coconuts on a dead-end street,
Each one rotten and each one sweet.
One rumbled of the thunder the night two hearts met
One caught all my laughter in its fibrous net.
O coconuts of the dead-end street
O coconuts rotten and sweet
O coconuts when they fall
Splatter into wounds bloody and raw
O coconuts of abundance
O coconuts of remembrance
Them coconuts, how they count how they
Count your absence
Natural health drink stored in
drupe clusters hanging down
Atop tall trees pinnate leaves
The pink sand makes my soft bed,
a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.
The palm trees are swaying,
swaying to the sound of the blue waves.
As I lay here daydreaming,
I find shapes in the clouds.
I see a coconut with a tall straw,
a cooling coconut drink.
I awake to a loud thud,
coconuts are everywhere.
I've watched this bum that some call President - Commander In Chief,
He made dozens of promises during his first campaign and none he did keep,
Promised "CHANGE" on a grand scale and has only made this country worse,
And if you carefully look at his overall record can only be described as
perverse,
War, terrorist plane crashes and illegal aliens by the train loads break our
laws,
While this pompous fool flies the USA collecting funds for his empty lying
cause,
This arrogant man is a flat out disgrace to both his White and African heritage,
When confronted with facing his rivals this no gonads leader cowers in his
cage,
Imprisoned by an overblown ego thinking he can simply ignore his
counterparts,
A failure in so many ways it boggles a mind how so many voters had no
smarts,
Electing for the second time a low IQ Harvard graduate fooling lots of old
farts,
So please Lord deliver us all from this despot before our freedom departs.
Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
What a lovely bunch! Or is that bananas?
I think the term is cluster. But isn’t that chickens?
No, that’s a peep, as in, don’t make one.
If I don’t make a peep, will I become a Silent One?
If I Speak(s) Volumes will I cluck like a cluster of chickens?
If I do, will I be thought crazy as a hand of bananas?
If I am an Unseeking Seeker, will I lose my chickens?
Or is that marbles? I have to choose just one.
Peep of chickens, cluster of coconuts, or hand of bananas?
Forget the chickens and bananas, make a poem with the other one.
Written: October 09, 2023
Coconuts Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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Over the tropical sun, where palm trees sway
I'm depicting palm fronds with a lyrical portray.
On a lowly fruit that cynosure nature bestows
A fascinating tale spanning the coconuts it grows
In this heavenly place, the sun hugs the sea.
As the palm arms are at ease, waltz-free
One oval and brown fruit called its home.
Vast coconuts will soon be the topic of the dome.
Its thick shell shielded the marvel inside.
Savory nectar quenches thirst, and hearts abide.
A flavor of absolute delight with every sip
A choir of taste straight fresh from the lip,
The coconut was still beyond just a drink.
It provided shelter and an oasis to think.
Its sturdy limbs may be used to build a home.
A safe sanctuary in which we used to roam,
Twigs swung as viridescent wings in the breeze.
Whisper riddles and yore tales to whom please.
They spoke of slipshod seamen who died at sea.
Who drew repose and zest from a coconut tree?
In a field of flaxen front, figments fatten factually.
Amid all the turmoil, the nut was acting naturally.
Surrounding its shell was an ether, marvelous.
It's a magnum opus of health and grace, fabulous.
The heavenly and pristine coconut oil.
Sooth the skin and spire to spark over spoil
Every sip is laced with an extra bit of bliss.
Holistic therapy is a genuine aesthetic hiss.
On the lithe coast of this mellifluous paradise.
Waves sigh slyly in a placid sleep sack of spice.
A nut tree rose aloft as a symbol of grace.
The lyrical credence of ambrosian embrace
Some people flip out.
Do they end up like a pancake?
Do they topple onto their head?
Some people have breakdowns.
Do they wake up needing fixing
in some asylum’s bed?.
Some people just go crazy,
but they “go” in different ways.
They might go nuts or go bananas.
Are they in a monkey phase?
I’ve heard of going ape,
so it makes sense to say
to go nuts or bananas,
apes might eat those foods all day!
I’ve heard that apes and monkeys
eat coconuts as well.
They only have to find a rock
and break through the hard shell.
I say let’s go coconuts.
First rocks we’ll need to find
to crack those babies open.
Then we can feel free to lose our mind!
Sweet divine nectar...
taste buds savouring each drop:
king coconut drink.
Coconuts and Fish and Birds
If coconuts could grow on trees
and birds could fly
and fish could swim.
What a wonderful world we’d all enjoy,
what a wonderful world we’d all live in.
If every line I wrote could rhyme
and poetry spilled from my pen,
I’d write about the things I find
and how,and why,
and where,and when.
If everything I wrote made sense
there’d be no interest in my words.
That’s why I write,and love the world,
and coconuts,
and fish,
and birds.
Ivor G Davies
A love story in iambic tetrameter.
Don't be afraid, please have some guts,
write a poem 'bout coconuts.
Though they are big, round, and hairy
they're not so bad, not so scary.
The water's healthy, keeps you well,
just gotta suck it out the shell.
Go have a party, celebrate,
then use one to set up a date.
Send a long drink to a fella,
with a sparkler and umbrella.
Watch him sip nectar through that straw,
lovers, not friends, strangers no more.
Use the meat to make a curry
a tasty dish made in a hurry;
shrimp, or mutton, or fish or goat
so, so, good, it'll float his boat.
In fact, prepare it for your date
the perfect dish, he'll think you're great.
He knows for him you'll go through hell
to get the flesh out of the shell.
Your food's not dull, no spaghetti,
open nuts with your machete.
Don't even have to make a move
your intense love for him to prove.
Pretty quickly, no ifs, no buts,
he'll propose. He loves coconuts!