Coconuts,
My eyes saw coconut trees
on different beaches
at the boundaries
of lake Tanganyika
in Burundi, Zambia,
D.R.Congo and Tanzania.
many people always enjoying
to be under those trees while drinking
coconut natural juices.
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
Hand on thy hand, no walking distance
Under the yellow sun wandering glance
Silence of pebbles with the striding sea
Snail pace towards the soaked shore tree
The thirst grips the tongue of our mute love
Shadow of the coconut tree greets the dove
The rhythm of the streaming water notes hum
Swinging green coconuts clip the poetic balm
Flying Swallow gazes at the black cloud for slaking
Albatross shows infinity in the harmonious ring
Coconut leaves frolic for the whistling breeze
Our love is so centripetal like the coconuts fizz
Let’s drink the coconuts with the soul of poetic verse
Drink all so alike that none do slacken none can farce
Spring of life for many reasons
That thrive by coming of the seasons
A tall grass in shiny gray bark
Rings of scar serve as its mark
From its leaf down to its trunk
The worth of its parts will not flunk
An all purpose tool, fair and bright
A charming frill, a deep delight
A leaf that makes an artful faith
It wipes the ground like clean slate
For ailing soul, it is a cure
A fine refreshment, clean and pure
Not animal but has a meat
Its husk can make the tile floor neat
Its holy water cleanses the spirit
Drinking from it is a healthy habit
Coconuts poetry contest
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Coconut trees are the trees of life
Providing needs at time of joys and strife.
Delicious drinks and foods from their big fruits
Soothing our tummy with loud hunger hoots.
Everyone can survive longer by coconuts alone
Providing shelter for protection and a lovely home.
Home with utensils, furniture and decorations
From all coco parts— capturing visitors’ attention.
Cleaning and working tools from leaves, trunk and shell
Toys for children to enjoy their childhood life so well.
Coco oil and juices have healing and beauty wonder
Coconuts are life-saver from God, our greatest provider.
Yummy coconuts
Pina colada are smooth
best matched with the beach
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.
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!
Lets do the coconut strut,
Hard shell oh well,
As long as its nice inside,
Lets all dance with pride.
Oh, let's do the coconut strut, lets cheer,
Movements so smooth, it's better than cold beer.
We'll sway to the left, we'll sway to the right,
Our hips gyrating with all our might.
We'll shake our coconuts with style and grace,
Our feet tapping out a lively pace.
We'll twirl and spin, we'll dance and prance,
Feel too old? Just take a chance.
With each step, we'll feel the beat,
Coconuts leading the way, can't be beat.
We'll strut our stuff, and do it right,
All holding a coconut very tight.
So come on, let's do the coconut strut,
Its an easy dance, open and shut.
So come on all, out of your huts,
And all give praise to COCONUTS!
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.
Coconut kernel is
good to eat;
healthy, too.
But a coconut
falling on
one's head isn't
healthy!
Coconuts falling large and whole
On my way to gather like gold
Calling my name as I love them so
Only to tame adult drink so cold
Needing the hull to make a bra
Understanding I am a bronze star
Tropical queen who sings in bar
Sing with me, have fun dear heart.
All of you Parrotheads covered with oil
And feathers, and signs, and pins
— Jimmy Buffett (Margaritaville)
COCONUTS
Coconuts are bosom buddies
for some Parrotheads. The
twin cups (A, B, C, Double D)
pair up nicely with a grass skirt.
Margaritaville twines with
party swines. (if your in Oahu)
Coconuts can’t be breached
by hand. Skewer two,
for me and my love,
and slide in a straw.
Don’t let coconuts fall.
They can knock you out,
or revive your senses.
Especially true, when
your surrounded by
an army of ‘nuts,
on a tropical isle.
Drink them in! Palm trees
swaying, danger lurking,
especially on Gilligan’s Island.
I confess, I’m crazy
for coconuts. Don’t get me started
with coconut - cocktails, or flakes,
or shakes, on cake…
COCONUTS
A long time ago, 60 years plus I am sorry to say
My grandfather gave me a 78 record to play
On my Dansette player I eagerly did one day
I heard coconuts in the weirdest way.
It went clippety clop, clippety clop
Just like a slow donkey that didn’t stop
Throughout a cowboy kind of song
With an American drawl slow and long.
It was about a mouse at a pantry door
Who had been scratching for a year or more
And when he got through, he would be mighty sore
There weren’t a darn thing in there
Life gets tedious, don’t it.
So that was the song with the coconut clop
It conjured up the wild west with a coconut flop
A Stetson and a cupboard as empty as could be
With a coconut sound for an old gee gee.
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!
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