Long Coco Poems
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I have no friends left,
In this town,
Will you be my friend?
You, the little Prince
Living On the planet B 612?
Will you be my friend?
The robin
Gracefully singing
When I Walk?
I have no friend,
Will you be my friend?
You, the engineer
In your lighted office
Located In Duchess Anne Street?
I have no friend
In this town,
You, will you be my friend,
You, the creeping ivy
The higher you climb.
Will you be my friend?
You, the schoolboy
That carries in your binder,
Books of poetry
More learned than me?
I have no friend,
You, do you want my friendship,
You Jessica Pegula, you, Coco Goff,
You, Karolina Muchova, players
Who Win tennis tournaments
Playing All over the world?
I have no more friends,
In this town, you
Will you be my friend?
You, the rum baba,
Tasting more delicious than angel liquor?
Will you be my friend?
You, the humble cowboy,
Gary Cooper, who does justice,
When the train, yes the train,
Whistle it three times?
I have no friend,
In this town,
But elsewhere may be,
I’ve had so many; I’ve had so many, maybe
They’ll miss me tomorrow
What happened to my friends?
Je n’ai plus d’amis,
Dans cette ville,
Toi, veux-tu être mon ami ?
Toi, le petit Prince
Sur ta planète B 612 ?
Toi, veux-tu être mon ami ?
Le rouge-gorge
Qui chante gracieusement
Sur mon passage ?
Je n’ai pas d’ami,
Toi, veux-tu être mon ami ?
Toi, l’ingénieur
Dans ton bureau éclairé
De la rue Duchesse Anne ?
Je n’ai pas d’ami
Dans cette ville,
Toi, veux-tu être mon ami,
Toi, le lierre rampant
Plus haut tu grimperas.
Veux-tu être mon ami,
Toi, le collégien
Qui porte dans ton cartable,
Des livres de poésie
Plus savant que moi ?
Je n’ai pas d’ami,
Toi, veux-tu mon amitié,
Toi Jessica Pegula, toi, Coco Goff,
Toi, Karolina Muchova, joueuses
Qui Gagnez des tournois de tennis
Aux quatre coins du monde ?
Je n’ai plus d’ami,
Dans cette ville, toi,
Veux-tu être mon ami,
Toi, le baba au rhum,
Plus délicieux que la liqueur des anges ?
Veux-tu être mon ami,
Toi, l’humble cowboy,
Gary Cooper, qui rend justice,
Quand le train, oui le train,
Siffle trois fois ?
Je n’ai pas d’ami,
Dans cette ville,
Mais ailleurs peut être,
J’en ai eu tant, j’en ai tant, peut être
Que je leur manquerai demain.
Que sont mes amis devenus ?
Summer season was my childhood’s greatest fun time,
We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life,
We built little houses beautifully and so high as we climbed
Like a flying trapeze on its leaves, we swung so high.
We played with toys made of coconut trees, the tree of life,
My playmates joined me in building little houses using a dull knife,
Out of its leaves and midribs, we made walls, roofs and doors,
Pretended as good cooks with its coconut shells and fruits.
My playmates joined me in building little houses using a dull knife
Pretended to live together as families with husband and wife,
I took the role of an elder sister in our little comfortable house
I combed the hair of a younger sibling with a coco midrib brush.
Pretended to live together as families with a husband and wife
Just like small neighborhood or community along the riverside
We chose one of the eldest playmates to be the group captain,
The leader of unity and cooperation in building more tents.
Just like small neighborhood or community along the riverside
We helped one another as piles of coco leaves we made as rides,
We made unique toys out of leaves and roots as much as we could
Like trumpets when blown, we covered our ears for its loud sound.
We helped one another as piles of coco leaves we made as a ride
We webbed balls, insects and other toys for a surprise to hide,
When the captain signaled to show who's the most had a reward
Then ran with our wind vanes to the beach and marched forward.
We webbed balls, insects and other toys for a surprise to hide
We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life,
When the captain signaled us to show the most had a reward
A wonderful summer memory from a Tree of Life I've ever had!
Sept. 11,2012
Note: The coconut trees are considered the “Trees of Life”. They can provide almost all the things we need like shelter, clothing, foods and others. So, let us preserve coconut trees! They are very helpful but be careful because they are also risky during typhoons, LOL. There are many coconut trees in our backyard especially along the riverside connecting to the beach. These trees had added so much joy on summer time during my childhood years/graders.
As little child walked in the field of flowers,
Picking and smelling them as she grows,
The pervading air fragrance of Guava
The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
The atmosphere of green garden eggs,
Caressing melody of crunchy carrots cracker,
The hidden colours of pineapples,
Bulb of yellow oranges lighted the line green trees,
Would be in season all year, including rags to
riches filling Maize
And pods shelled nourishing beans,
Surging umbrella leaves of papaya,
Shallow rooted coco-yam,the variegated
lettuce that brightens everyday,
With the crowded bananas are growing everyday,
But now,they are in wet tins and dry cartons
For that very busy mankind.
The landscapes within are beautifully measureless,
The Jacaranda and Tamarind trees had cast
Their shadows on the plain, and not forgetting,
The Silk-cottons and the wilderness of palm fruits
That grow tall and sure,
And under them we played cracking out nuts and
eating them,
But now, elevated long balcony, we have
That you stand and weep of the passing phases.
The sepulcher we all grew up in,
Might not be the same dungeon now,
And the cradle you are born in
Could well be the same abode now,
Thatched roof has given birth
To corrugated reflections,
Likewise the fragile asbestos fight for space with concretizing flat,
The mud debris has turned to bricks and plaster erect;
New galaxies of dwelling and scattered
About in a festival of designs;
Some are like an octagonal
A cone, a triangle and spec angular façade yet unseen;
All glasses, cupped and straight down
Like the eccentric mansions in heaven,
The spec tropic clime had turned suddenly,
The wind blows and smell of change,
The sun blaze down on man and space and warned,
Of great consequent yet in the
Outer-atmosphere would burst,
As we are cuddly warm
The poles wildly discharged their zillion captured
Water in a spasm of deluge right upon us…I think,
Like urchins, we fumble forgetting the next hour,
But what would happen is nature’s raison d’etre;
Man and his environ scope both have shibboleth gone pathways
And fast we are turning into artificial humankind.
of things d\found the scope
peace has existed with hope
even if a dope
did a bin blooper
had become a storm trooper
real super duper
together did click
with such a good looking chick
who of crop was pick
while wearing muzzle
put together my puzzle
together nustle
fell off of the curb
did violently disturb
shouted ugly verb
what we must mention
must bring on abolition
needing ammunition
around tree was stirrup
then did make maple syrup
when we ate would burp
state of total shock
when we saw value of our stock
was a bunch of crock
had heard wise old owl
perfect and always my pal
said jokes which were fowl
(hit balls which were fowl)
(needed crying towel)
(movement in big bowel)
we could always check
how dirty had been the deck
was a complete wreck
thought he was a twit
not only that is a nit
had another fit
clocks we found a few
that would go coco coco
then he went coco
for soil need tester
buried there is ancestor
where they would fester
what we do detest
women who are with big breast
involved in incest
was a ding a ling
horrible songs he would sing
no brains ever bring
lighting caused thunder
there had been a blunder
we misplaced plunder
are both sides of fence
and prefer experience
without an offense
republican gerrymander (Gerry rigged)
was dozy and a dander
when they would pander
even though trial rig
convicted put in the brig
took another swig
heard they called him Carl
should see snake when it will snarl
slithering through laurel
virulent vulture
much trouble tried to culture
now in sepulcher
neither did annoy
and liked both girl and boy
both did enjoy
could be a carrier
am bored and need barrier
walked my terrier
was under much strain
no stain would ever remain
so we went insane
(efforts were in vein)
(ran over by train)
(born without a brain)
will have to admit
when we would catch wind of it
had been a big hit
would you be so kind
help me find lost peace of mind
I had left behind
known to resemble
Trump and did disassemble
had made us trimble
he had blown his stack
had hard time bringing it back
while making wise crack
There are twelve days of Christmas, everybody knows that
But there are only three signs to know, it’s time to start getting fat.
The first sign that Christmas is really getting quite near
Is all the new toy adverts on the telly that suddenly appear
They are on the telly before kids return to school after summer break
There are lots of toys to buy, they tell us, and even some Christmas cake
Never mind the partridge that’s sitting in the pear tree
Or the French Hens and the Five golden rings
The second sign is Cliff Richards' back, selling his songs and things.
'Calendars and tickets, to concerts round and about
I’m here come buy my wears is Cliff Richards only shout.'
The third sign of Christmas is also the television screen
The Coco Cola train runs daily, set in a pretty Christmas scene
Christmas isn’t Christmas without Coco Cola, they have us believe
We can’t have Christmas without it, because everyone would grieve.
Without TV and Cliff Richard, Christmas would not happen at all
No Christmas dinner or gifts and no works Christmas ball
There would be no Turtle doves, or Maids to go a milking.
No cheap deals and cons, for people to go a bilking.
No money spent at this time of year would be a catastrophe
We would just have to carry on with our same routine daily.
Christmas is not what is was, even the dates are a bit of a mis-leader
It was mixed with Roman Saturnalia, to appease the then church leader.
So for all those that celebrate remember you have Cliff to thank for it
Enjoy your time this year, and all those presents that do not fit
Don’t think of me as humbug or even a Christmas killjoy
I wish a happy time for every girl and boy
I wish everyone what they wish for themselves and others
And I hope that your Santa comes, to help all the mothers
Have a good time one and all, at this special time of year
And remember to thank the telly and Cliff, for all this Christmas cheer.
GG 2011
10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME
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Despair, sadness, tears, bewilderment, not prepared to accept or hear,
My first born lived five days then died, why unclear?
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_broken_heart_1059429
My rod in life, an army officer, my father dear,
Had bronchial cancer, left us in desperate pain I fear!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/blonde_-_absent_minded_or_fair_1050224
This poem dedicated to the dark, red haired and fair,
Defines how sacred is our hair, we do and dare!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/to_my_future_husband_1199032
So happy that we met again and about to pair,
For ever after, this I had to pen with flair!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/in_the_wild_re_post_1197575
Never had been to the Kruger National Park, what fun,
Wild animals galore, I couldn’t wait, ‘are you excited hun?’
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tony_the_pony_1105958
Good friends to visit on their farm, our son’s birthday
I met Tony my pony on the fifth of May.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/starry_starry_night_1121731
The, sky the stars and I at night, pure delight,
I wish upon a star, entices me and does excite.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_muse_and_i_1165652
My darling muse helps me with all of this, why,
Because we are one, identical twins who soar and fly!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hello_and_goodbye_coco_1122673
I have loved many animals throughout my life, but Coco
Was special, she was destined for heaven, that I know!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/put_to_the_test_1239151
Think of Heidi Sands, and for her shed a tear,
She’s aware that we pray for her, so very dear!
Entering Poetry Contest
10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME
SPONSOR: Line Gauthier
07/05/2020
I
Twelve tribes and apostles
for Comprehensiveness
Eleven steps to Heaven
Start with The LOVE Command of Jesus
Who ALONE in the Universe fulfilled The First Ten
II
Ten, let's say it again
The Complete Expectation of Heaven
For God is Holy, Holy, Holy
And twice He gave Moses those Ten
III
The number for Patience is NINE
God's Patience Before Judgment
While we abide in Jesus, True Vine,
And thus bear Nine fruit of the Spirit
The last digit before the SHUNYA
That cousin of INFINITY from Hindu and Buddha
(SMILE: You will get over it; we have Infinity to argue)
IV
Let me sing of the Number EIGHT, shall I
The end of a week, then Circumcise
Even Jesus was circumcised on Day Eight!
And my Old Week, the Old Man, bury
On Day 8, so New Life - wine -born again
Begins. Even 800 spells "FAITH" in Greek, and "LORD"
V
From the Seven Days of Genesis to the Seven Seals
In the Book of Revelation, SEVEN conveys perfection
And may we enjoy seven-fold increase in faith and favor
Juxtaposed, never fear, with the Sign for Man
Good to bad, especially SIX followed by more sixes
Both Man and Serpent were created then; perfection & rebellion
Take heart, as we climb - look up to Jesus - GRACE with Number Five!
John 1: 16 hides openly 25: Grace Upon Grace, Coco Chanel knew
Apart from 5 digits, toes, senses, Five Elements (Bhutas) India knew
VI
So may I tell you about the Fabulous Number Four?
Four rivers in Genesis to 4 Directions in Ezekiel
Four Matriarchs and four SABBATHS before Passover
Square root of 2: Watch for Division and Separation
Watch and Pray: God is triune, NOW ONE as Past, Present, Future
Trinity and Diversity in Unity: Mystery of LORD of Infinity
VII
Two tells of balance; one for me & one for you: YANG-YIN
Number of the two, GOD-SON, the VERB in the Trinity
Chapter One spoke of His UNITY, ONE, God in ESSENCE
Chapter Two reminds us again of Division & separation: this EXISTENCE
He poured it slowly on her body as
he held her tight and near
His hands in sacred places as he
called her name so dear
It was so clear
He shouldn’t have done it but he
tried to overcome the fear
..kissing her lips slowly all the
flavors melted through
Her body shaking gently at the
sweetness her heart knew
But his heart grew
Away from matters of the heat
because to him it was just being
with a body so New
..a body as new as that chocolate,
Delicately unwrapped in the same
way
Amazing that she actually agreed
to stay
Sharing melting moments and a
sugar laced touch
Craving all the bad things, not too
little not too much
Chocolate melting from her lips
To her breasts
Straight to the region between her
legs
He realized this moment was for
life
He knew he could make it better
With a bite on her bottom lip
He licked it off from her nipples
He cleaned out the Region
between her legs
At that moment she realized
chocolate
That dark melted lava on her skin
Was either going to be the death of
her or the death of what she once
considered heavenly intimacy
Totally drenched in his sweetness,
Her soul unfolded too
She plunged into a time that felt
too good to be so true
Her nails across his back, and the
chocolate in her hair
She lost herself in all his worlds
and didn’t even care..
Embracing all they were as they
were fueled by coco beans
Hearts raging like on fire..
Chocolate had been the inspiration
Something so steamy became the
creation
With determination
He was going to make her give
herself up
Her soul drenched in sex
She had lived
All thanks to that thing
That thing they all speak of
Yet it gave her something she had
never heard of
It gave her entrance to a heaven
that filled her most concealed
desires,
And now when he gives her
chocolate,
She knows exactly what to do..
May the world ALWAYS have
chocolate,
And may EVERY dream come
true!! :)
III
This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli face of the afternoon
And an evening-morning pervades the dripping, weeping
Rain tree, and gushing, tumbling, sewerless rain drains
Sub-cutaneously eddy sampan fed, muddy, fingerless rivers
Down with crocodile logs to the Malacca Sea.
This is the land of stately dipterocarp, casuarina
And coco-palms reeding north easterly over ancient rites
Of turtle bound breeding sands.
This is the land of the chignoned swaying bottoms
Of sarong-kebaya, sari and cheongsam.
The residual perch of promises
That threw the meek in within
The legs of the over-eager fledgelings.
The land since the Carnatic conquerors
Shovelling at the bottom of the offering mountains
The bounceable verdure brought to its bowers
The three adventurers.
A land frozen in a thousand
Climatic, communal ages
Wags its primordial bushy tail to the Himalayas
Within a three cornered monsoon sea -
In reincarnate churches
And cracker carousels.
The stranglehold of boasting strutting pedigrees
And infidel hordes of marauding thieves,
Where pullulant ideals
Long rocketed in other climes
Ride flat-foot on flat tyres.
IV
Let us go then, hurrying by
Second show nights and jogget parks
Listening to the distant whinings of wayangs
Down the sidewalk frying stalls on Campbell Road
Cheong-Kee mee and queh teow plates
Sateh, rojak and kachang puteh
(rediffusion vigil plates)
Let us then dash to the Madras stalls
To the five cent lye chee slakes.
la la la step stepping
Each in his own inordinate step
Shuffling the terang bulan.
Blindly buzzes the bee
Criss-crossing
Weep, rain tree, weep
The grass untrampled with laughter
In the noonday sobering shade.
Go Cheena-becha Kling-qui Sakai
(continued from Parts One & Two)
Three Sure Signs of Christmas
There are twelve days of Christmas, everybody knows that
But there are only three signs to know it’s time to start getting fat.
The first sign that Christmas is getting really quite near
Is all the new toy adverts on the telly that suddenly appear
They are on the telly before kids return to school after summer break
There are lots of toys to buy, they tell us and even some Christmas cake
Never mind the partridge that’s sitting in the pear tree
Or the French Hens and the five golden rings
The second sign is Cliff Richard back, selling his songs and things.
Calendars and tickets, to concerts around and about
I’m here come buy my wears is Cliff Richards only Christmas shout.
The third sign of Christmas is also the television screen
The Coco Cola train runs daily, set in a pretty Christmas scene
Christmas isn’t Christmas without Coco Cola, they would have us believe
We can’t have Christmas without it, because everyone would grieve.
Without TV and Cliff Richard, Christmas would not happen at all
No Christmas dinner or gifts and no works Christmas ball
There would be no Turtle doves, or Maids to go a milking.
No cheap deals and cons, for people to go a bilking.
No money spent at this time of year would be a catastrophe
We would just have to carry on with our same routine daily.
Christmas is not what is was, even the dates are a bit of a misleader
It was mixed with Roman Saturnalia, to appease the then church leaders.
So for all those that celebrate remember you have Cliff to thank for it
Enjoy your time this year, and all those presents that do not fit
Don’t think of me as humbug or even a Christmas killjoy
I wish everyone what they wish for themselves and others
And I hope that your Santa comes, to help all the mothers
Have a good time one and all, at this special time of year
And remember to thank the telly and Cliff, for all this Christmas cheer.