Long Coconuts Poems
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No “Grumble, grumble.”
Not a groan in my ribcage.
A sense of wellbeing.
No “Glug, glug,” frantic feeling.
No riptide.
No lost earring feeling.
Lunch.
With a sense of wellbeing as dessert.
I just…
Hum a little bit for now.
As lunch breezes through.
Soda spills a bit.
Like old shoes.
Like crust.
Like must.
Like mustard.
Like a hunch, or “huh.”
Sometimes, I have a short period of time.
But nice hours get used up, and the riptide comes in.
That’s the thing about a sense of wellbeing.
Well, it is like smelling coconut but it’s actually coconut lotion.
Like coconuts knocking around.
Grrr.
What is a coconut heart made of?
O’ the distal taste of love for me
Hardening of my left side no longer bleeds
The heart of coconut the coconut palm
So sticks in my breathe
Close to the apex of the stem
Terminal bud so in love folded
Leaves and upper tissues of the stem.
Harden heart, liken Coconut
Heart is a type of heart by a buildup
Plaque sweet juices in side of thee sup flow to the heart.
Savory exterior and a sweet light interior
Coconut reaches it so peak nutrient loving sweet
I taste Saltwater Taffy Flavor
Oooh so favor
And unique, spongy, foam like texture.
Is coconut a fruit or a nut
How rare is a coconut heart
Rare and occurs exclusively middle- aged
Yet so I love the hearted heart
Liken the a shell milky coconut
How can I survive without you?
Minerals and nutrients
Such as potassium, sodium, manganese,
Mine vitamin B, copper, and iron
My beneficial flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
However I can't survive on a coconut-
Your hearten heart, love solid
Coconut my fruit — not a nut. In fact
So falls under a subcategory as drupes
Which are defined as fruits
That have an inner flesh and seed
Surrounded by a hard shell.
Hearted heart I love you ever so still
Botanically speaking, my fibrous one-seeded drupe,
However, when using loose your harden heart fruit
Coconut you be all three a fruit, a nut, and a seed.
Sweet rich milk savors mine lips feed
10/16/23
9th PLACE Win in contest
For “Coconuts Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
... is wearing his tall white top hat
Where his brains should be
Wearing his rainbow bow tie
Where his vocal cords should be
He fancies his dragon cane in his hand
No surprise his shirt is Hawaiian Kine
Made of silk with coconuts and palm trees
For design
He wore brown khaki pants with suspenders to hold them up
His socks were knee high green with tassels on top
But his shoes were the best, better than the rest
All shiny and pointy
And ready to dance ...
Dance away Dance away
Dance through the night
Dance, Little Bear
Dance away Dance away
Dance through the day
Never stop dancing
Dance away Dance a way Dance away
Dance all ways always all ways
Dancing without a care
As He chops away, chops away chops away time
He sizzles and grills fantastic meals from his mind
For he fancies himself a cook not a chef
Being chef just seems too sublime
Dawn strums the morning with a melody of waves
My head is pounding, I'm in a daze
I just can't remember how I ended up here
On an island in the middle of nowhere
I stumble to my feet with sudden despair
The mosquitoes have feasted on me all night
It dawns on me that I could die here
But I know I must put up a fight
There's an abundance of coconuts here
A source of hydration, and food as well
I gather as much as I can
While thinking of ways to build a fire
I got soothing relief from an aloe plant
And applied to my itching skin
A seagull comes by daily
To watch me and take it all in
I found a flint stone which I'll use
To start my signal fire
The seagull watched as my fire trembled to life
It danced as it became a blaze
I breathe a sigh of relief
As to the roaring sea I gaze
After six months passed, I still had hope
I'd be rescued, it helped me cope
I kept hoping someone would see my signals,
Perhaps even a fisherman
Then a few days later I see a boat!
And it's coming towards me!
It had seen the signal
I'll be rescued finally!
SEABED SOAKED
coconuts float from purple palms
in the tropics
thirsty for its watery alms
wet umbrella
a salad that tosses and turns
a fever burns
consoler massages my burns
my suntan bleek
warm winds cannot compete with skin
red raw and spurned
as you run off with youthful sin
down pebbled beach
her hair carelessly bleached from sun
hand in hand with
my crinkled, decrepit old one
her smile will fade
as red foraminifera
turns beaches pink
she soon will stand on graying sand
with missing link
flame from mirthful cheeks - fever’s fried
i laugh out loud
and snap a towel at backside
of seaside hunk
1/16/2019
Fiction - I’m happily married :)
Ground for ground why I never,
Needed any feedback other than
The sultry taste, the warm goodness
Saturating my cunning senses:
Within the wee hours of the morn,
Where dawn sleeps in, catering to
My desirable need for a java rush.
Poured o'er smooth creamy delights,
Instant gratification abodes, why I'm
quite smitten with this mouthful of joe.
Hints of hazelnuts caramelize dazzled,
By coconuts, wondering how the hell,
The rest of the world is simply sleeping.
Through my sudden arousal for roasted,
Award winning kaffee, aroma nestled
To perfection, calming ,comforting noir.
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.
God is dead ...
but I’m here for an argument
that will cost you 30 pieces of silver
he paid for it already
that was a loan
let’s turn the table
will you throw in Mary for free
she’s not for sale
but virgins in heaven
sheep cannot fly
that is a myth
it’s a completely different premise
it’s usury
every sperm is sacred
let’s call it a tie
we haven’t started yet
I am the milkman seducer
... coconuts clapping ...
you are the icicle repair man
fake news spam with spam and spam
look at the bright side of life
not the comfy chair again
I’ll slap you with a fish
I want a dead parrot
the parrot is dead
time’s up for the argument
no it’s not over until God isn’t dead
upper class twit of the year
inbred extortion where is the cross
it’s an image his son’s a carpenter
he was a lumberjack
jackass propaganda
I’m here for an argument not for a lecture
wrong desk that is next door
this is the indoctrination department
God cheated
With whom
illegitimacy
no with the shepherds
I’m leaving
door is closed you have not paid interest
I’d rather go to hell
you just did Spanish inquisition is finished
I’ll visit Blackadder
Bloody Python
that’s an insult God has his limits
he died for you ungrateful bastard
no he didn’t that is my point
pointless blasphemy
I want my money back with interest
no you do not you gotta have faith ...
21st May 2020
BE AWARE MANDINGO MAN…
Be aware Mandingo man---
Its open season---
The pack-hunting hyena like
Human predators are roaming
As if on an urban savannah safari;
Be aware Mandingo man---
Its hunting season---
Ebony hued panther sheen males---
The game of prey to be picked off
Like coconuts from mothering trees;
Be aware Mandingo man---
It’s shooting season---
The hunters have set their sites
On sable skin male dears
Who must trod urban trail ways
As if cotton balls bouncing on thin ice;
Be aware Mandingo man---
It’s still
Strange fruit
Season---
Today, there’re no sheets to warn you;
Be aware Mandingo man
It’s you know what
Season---
The streets are the new killing fields.
Be aware Mandingo man---
Be aware:
Pow!
Nature teases man with its creations,
gifts that astound us and make us marvel,
a coconut is perhaps a fruit with a soul,
the exterior that harbours purity inside.
high above the ground out of hand’s reach,
in families they stay and drop one by one,
a fruit so heavy it can crack a skull,
Thank God! for Newton, it was apple
and not a coconut that fell.
Every bit of it serves a purpose!
in natures plan, nothing is left to waste,
the fluffy layers help it sail across oceans,
to create a new life beyond horizons.
The hard shell preserves the fruit inside,
bathed in the sweetest of nourishing juices,
it has eyes to let the germination roots out,
who could have designed such a nutshell?
in human language a coconut is a racial slur,
describes people who pretend to be what
they are not! Philosophers have a different view!
They say a coconut is a divine fruit!
We should strive and be like a coconut,
for when we peel away our fluffy ego
and crack open the shell of our false pride,
the white purity of our soul emerges!
Life’s journey is so much alike!
Where and how we journey and where we reach
depends on the waves and currents of fate,
but lead a life where every bit of you serves
a purpose, so when the final true self
emerges, it is bathed in sweetness of
wisdom that may nourish many other souls!
Written 14th October 2023
Free verse
Coconuts Poetry competition
Robert James Liguori sponsored