I used to live in a coconut.
That’s what they say.
Living in coconut flesh.
Cracking open.
With a machete.
So that there is nothing left to do.
But sit on the beach.
I used to go to therapy.
But now therapy lives in me.
Like a locket.
Lost in the ocean.
Always at the bottom of the ocean.
Tumbling on the ocean floor.
I went back to therapy.
It was a week after September 24th.
She told me I’ll never go back inside.
There is nothing left to do.
Except live anywhere.
But a coconut.
I went back to therapy.
I tell myself it means nothing to me.
soft as a whisper, light as air
layers stacked with tender care
coconut spun like winter’s lace
a birthday wish, a warm embrace
frosting whipped, not much too sweet
but rich with love, a secret treat
each bite a cloud, a sugared dream
vanilla kissed with coconut cream
the candles flicker, shadows dance
her hands so sure, her knowing glance
she cuts a slice, sets it down
a taste of love in golden brown
years have passed, the cake remains
a tender thread through time and change
i close my eyes, i taste, i see—
mama’s hands still bake for me
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Silicone plastic spatulas
and the plastic spoon sets
I am flowered in the shade of bird wings
neath patch of deep sadness absent of clouds
beholden to loosen memories mist filtered
cell charged energies their liberal release
bars that separate the spirited guardians
of fortitude held till dawn gilded rays shone
on the levy's shoreline thrashing waves
tethering the oceanic breezes crowning the
curling tops of surf swirling foams that
champion a sandy blackened shorelines
surging and receding in merciful coiling
of rejuvenating wetness where beached
life shoots to recapture folds of a fragile
domain as the briny seawater air loops
loosely stretch o'er the isles beckoning
the suds of waves and coconut thuds fall.
Husk has been removed
Shell has been separated
Meat is now exposed.
COCONUT CRAVINGS
In the heart of tropic lands, they stay,
Two lovers 'neath the coconut tree,
Basking in its abundance, at play,
As coconut water flows wild and free.4
Underneath the azure sky so bright,
They sip on their coconut water, sweet.
In the golden sunshine's warm delight,
A taste that makes their love complete.8
The purity of that coconut sweet,
Clears their minds and spirits high,
In nature's embrace, their souls meet,
Amidst coconut waters that don't run dry.¹²
With every sip, they taste the pure,
The essence of nature's own delight,
Their cravings quenched, their love sure,
The coconut flourishes, a wondrous sight,¹6
As coconut water cascades down.
In each other's arms, they float,
Their union & cravings couldn't drown,
Wrapped in love's pure, tender coat.²°
Together, they revel in coconut's grace,
Its nourishing touch, a pure symphony,
Bound by love in this coconut place,
Two hearts entwined, forever free.²4
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VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?18th April 2024.
Fish a floating coconut from edge of the Caribbean Sea
Hux the outermost part with a machete
See its brown hairy shell hard as a rock,
Pierce its eyes, which will rain healing waters.
Cut out the white meat for lunch or dessert!
Create some ornament from its polished shell.
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she smells of almonds and coconut
hair in curls and auburn hues
the perfect stance, the perfect glow
i feel my heart beats skip and fall
if she would see me, if she would hear
my close confessions within the dark
but here i stand against a beach cart
wondering how pathetic i may seem
almonds and coconut
subtle delights
awaiting creme or powdered sugar
to enhance them
here, on the beach, I stand
waiting for her to pass
hoping she'll acknowledge my presence
a tiny smile at the curve of her lips
C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes - February 17, 2023
It is scrumptiously tasty
Ambrosia for gods
One piece will not do at all
Delightfully sweet
Moist inner frosting
Coconut
Cake
Beneath the cobalt sky, where legends are spun,
Island life unfolds, as traced by the sun.
Amidst the palms, a verdant ballet,
A choreography of chores, in the island's sway.
Fishing boats gently bob, tales in their wake,
Nets entangled with the morning's ocean handshake.
Fishermen, weathered, their hands tell the story,
In salt-stained shirts, a testament to the island's glory.
Coconut vendors wield machetes with pride,
Husks cast away, like secrets to hide.
Sweat beads on brows under the tropical sun,
As the islanders toil, their day just begun.
Children laugh, chasing the tide's embrace,
Building dreams in the sand, a jubilant race.
Their laughter, a melody with seagull cries,
As the day unfolds 'neath endless skies.
In the market square, colors burst and bloom,
Fruits and spices scent the island's room.
Vendors banter, a lively exchange,
Commerce dancing in the island's range.
As dusk descends, shadows embrace the land,
Twilight whispers with a soft command.
Stars emerge, a cosmic display,
Over the island, where dreams hold sway.
a smiling coconut
Filled with a tropical drink
keepsake for your fun
In water, coconuts filled with water,
how many profitable hotels are there?
How many benefits do we get from a coconut?
Who knows how many diseases have been cured by this?
whether it is raw or packed,
he is used in both forms
The suffix nut specifying the skull,
defining the coconut, is misplaced,
for it’s not truly a nut,
but botanically, a drape.
A salinity soaker, the prolific palm,
sultry sea-shore colonizer copious,
it’s sky-searching trunk with spiny leaf crown
holds the fruit, the traditional tropical icon.
In certain societies around the globe,
a notable cultural and religious symbol,
it’s a multipurpose fruit is versatile,
used as food, fuel and folk medicine.
Its tough shell is a strong fortress that guards
the treasure of water and kernel, sweet and pure,
like the tender heart hiding
behind stern persona façade.
Early morning, the coconut tree climber came to our garden,
He would tether his ankles with rope, and climb up the tall tree,
He will make some dents on tree at top, and extract the sap,
The sap, “Neera”, would be saintly healthy drink first,
After a few hours it would become toddy beer for adults.
For religious minds, coconut is offered in every Hindu ritual,
Birthdays, prayers, weddings, christening of cars to aircrafts,
A coconut must be broken as a good omen,
The coconut water and nuts can be very appetizing,
Coconut oil is a good sunscreen, you can even use it as cooking oil.
From the lacy green coconut tree
I fell into monotony of the vapid sand
a golden quilt embraced my senses
under the majestic umbrella of pines.
still reminiscing the happy moments,
nestled in gentle swaying branches
where nests of weaving birds hanged.
still craving the comfort of an anchor
where a bedrock of trust cradled me,
I stay lost in shade of warm memories
But the vast deep blue beckoned...
freedom of sea... freedom of sky.
as stars and clouds steered me
in the new path of storm and wind
I paddle into my Aquarius adventure.
aimlessly I float paved by waves
island to island to unseen shores
a solitary moon my lone soulmate
a vagrant bristles in twists of fate.
weary wanderer in waters richochet
my rumbling ride to a horizon astray.
Will I ever find my archipelago?
a turquoise lagoon with dolphins to play
and a virgin cove where palm trees sway.
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