Evening Coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
Atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
It really dont matter much, which way I go.
But remember to pull over in the storm.
Have you seen the evening coconut
Bobbing on the bay?
Standing on the waters edge of stone
Someone there besides you
To hear the words you say
To show you things your eyes have never known.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
While atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
song performed by by Neil Young
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Coconut Telegraph
By: jimmy buffett
1980
For the gang at the fish house
Tuesday on the island
Not much goin on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn
The jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
cause stories bear repeating
For everyones delight
Chorus:
You can hear em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Cant keep nothin under their hat
You can hear em on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Sayin who did dis and dat
Dis and dat, dis and dat
Now Im not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big a fool
To do a belly-buster high dive
And miss the entire pool
And what became of sweet melissa
And the boy nobody knew
Did ricardo ever find her
I swear its just between me and you
Chorus:
But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes, comes and goes
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, (la la la la la la la)
La, la la la, (la la la la la la oooooh)
Ah!
Its hump day on the island
The lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everythings been said
But when the eagle flies on friday
And the boys break out the rum
And the joint begins to jumpin
And youll hear those hot lines hum
Chorus:
Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
All the celebration and the stress
Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
In twenty-five words or less
I want to hear it on the coconut telgraph (telegraph)
All the celebration and the stress
Baby put it on the coconut telegraph (telegraph)
In twenty-five words or less
Dis and dat, comes and goes
Dis and dat, comes and goes
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Not Here
Pensiveness touches me,
When the last ray of the
Sun, flutters its wings,
to fly away from this,
Woeful day...........
The green darkness,
Sits beside me to knock,
Me with the words-- not
Here, not here is your,
Root in the melancholic
Present, the shady yard,
The monotonous crickets,
The homeward birds declare--
This evening has approached,
As a must, inevitably as
Destiny drowns a good
Swimmer! I can't move,
From the far-stretched,
Growing night...........
My childhood days creep back,
To me-the coconut, the mango,
Jack fruit, guava, tamarind trees,
Crowd in single frame!
Mother lights the evening lamp,
Blows conch, father calls me,
I hear...The evening, my childhood,
And I thus become eternal,
On the canvas of a,
Standstill evening!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Uwe
The idiosyncrasies of the society and,
Of the unusual bond of love to respect;
But i have to protect my pocket for the thieves around,
And like the coconut groove back there in my village.
Coconut groove, coconut groove!
And with a docket for the prosecution;
But i want the world to know the smile on my face,
For all i do have for you is my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Coconut Miracle
A coconut bobbed upon the waves
and alighted softly on the sands
of the shore. Years later there
were many coconut palms on the
island. They provided milk for babies,
nut fiber for others, oil for lamps,
coconut shells for dishes, lauric
acid for meditation. Lifegiving
little lakes of milk unstolen from
an animal protected by a hard shell
as transform into heaven
slaughterhouse hells.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Don't quarrel with the coconut-palm climber: the coconut has been eaten by the moon.
He who selects coconut with great care ends up getting a bad coconut.
With in
Sugarcane fields
Coconut trees
So many pictures
I could not count
The train passed
Evening set in
I found not me
Within.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The juice of an Immature coconut Is not like the real coconut juice.
I Cant Think Straight
I cant think straight
Take a look, look at me
What you get is what you see
Ride a bike drive a car
Vegan pie cut a fart
On the bus on the train
Tami d on the brain
Cant explain like the who
Now its time to do the do
I cant think straight
On my couch with a pen
Wheres the phone again again
Cant control rhythm rhyme
Naked beats on the mind
Goodevening ladies
My name is roy cormier I like it smooth terribly.
I mean, a lot of fellas, they like it raw.
Personally, I prefer smooth, you know, like the coconut lotion,
Im talkin I run a lot of productions company productions,
Keepin it on the smooth, generally. on the coconut, and uh,
You know with the coconut lotion and all, keeping it lovely, its uh,
You know, nothing but love, baby baby
I am yes you are no
I am yes you are no
You are no I am yes
I cant think straight
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Whether the egg crashes on the coconut or the coconut crashes on the egg, it is the egg that suffers.
There It Sat Uncracked
And there it sat...
Uncracked.
On a remote and isolated beach.
Seeking with wishes!
Screaming from the inside,
With its untouched juice and meat.
'Why doesn't anyone come to crack me?
I've been a good coconut!
Am I doomed to lay here forever untouched? '
Unheard are the pleas!
'If anyone there can hear me,
PLEASE crack me open.
I am here with untouched juice and meat! '
And the monkey...
Once a coconut freak,
But now...
Strickly into bananas,
As a preferred diet of choice to eat...
Settled down to nap.
High above in the palm tree!
With eyes dosing to a close!
'If anyone there can hear me,
PLEASE crack me open.
I am here with untouched juice and meat!
I've been a good coconut! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny
(for estrella dy-imperial on her death anniversary)
under the tall coconut trees
you warned all of us
to watch out
you had not finished
saying the warning
when suddenly a coconut
fell off the tree
and hit you right
in the middle of your
forehead
dead on the spot
t'was you
we were speechless
unable to believe
how death sometimes
strikes
the most careful creature
still wanting to be
alive.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Coconut
the tree of life
this coconut tree
leaves for the roof
midribs for the broom
its meat all around
from food to dessert
to cooking oil to
diesel and even
engine fuel
this coconut poem
shade for lovers
on the sandy beach
an imagery of breast
for sucking to
a man's zest,
a poet's quest
best, blessed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tuesday Evening
AN EVENING
AFTER MONDAY
IS ALDO KRASS'
FAVORITE EVENING
IT IS TUESDAY
EVENING AND
IT IS NOT A BUSY
EVENING AND
ALDO LIKES IT
TO BE NOT
A BUSY EVENING
WITH HIS JULIET
AFTER WINTER
AND SPRING
IT WILL BE SUMMER
ON A TUESDAY
EVENING AND
IT WILL BE A LOVELY
EVENING
ALONE PERHAPS
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Wait
the desert does not end
as a desert per se
beyond these faceless sand dunes
there is always a shore
where our feet can taste
the sea again
beyond the sea is another
sunless horizon
a cool evening
a breezy affair
another conversation of
two lonely people
converging again
remembering what once
was an island
a lagoon with parakeets
coconut trees
and free flowing falls
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coconut-ty Dream
Fatigued he slept under the coconut tree
Dreaming with usual self climbing up the tree
And in routine fear the tree shivered
And swayed wild unknowing itself to free
And he took out the sickle and severed
One by one the bunches dropped slivered
And lo, rested his soul up the tree
Lessoned not to die of a dream quivered
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Night of Coconut Rum
By chance or divine intervention
Maybe fate or destinies will
‘T was by a trickling creek one night
We tarried and drank our fill
We laughed and tarried all night
Till the wee hours of the morn’
And right there, the moon as our witness
A new passion that night was born
We told of our adventures
Our triumphs, and utter failures
And we knew when tomorrow would come
We’d remember the night of Coconut Rum
We bonded so closely, so truly
Through compassion and secrets we shared
We were like two mismatched socks
Whose colors were skillfully paired
There was a hint of love in the air that night
The aroma was strong when it hit
But between my cigars and his cigarettes
The perfume bore quite a kick
Oh, the feeling was there for sure
With all its grace and simple allure
And we knew when tomorrow would come
We’d remember the night of Coconut Rum
His kiss was that of a pirate
Who had spent many nights alone
And through his kissing and teasing
Oh, the sincerity he had shown
A saw something in him that night
Not just a rekindled flame
He held such excitement for me
And for him felt the same
No matter what happens hereafter
Through tears or pleasant laughter
Whatever there is to come
We’ll remember the night of Coconut Rum
poem by Catlin L. Crawford
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Mr Big Toe Meets Melodie Mezoree’
MR Big Toe meets Melodie with her yellow yarn hair,
MR Big Toe introduces himself and shares;
“This is the sunniest time of year,
I welcome you Melodie with good cheer! ”
MR Big Toe smiles and tells her he lives on Coconut Row,
Melodie is surprised, she didn’t know.
Melodie is thankful and introduces herself as Mel,
she tells Big Toe she does warm happy spells.
Melodie begins to speak with a voice so sweet,
MR Big Toe notices Melodie has a mermaid tail with no feet.
“Oh, Big Toe it is so very nice to meet you,
I am a mermaid now and I am scared,
I swam by myself and need to swim with someone who cares
MR Big Toe is very merry and has a glowing spark,
she can help Melodie see in the ocean when dark.
See Melodie has had some frightful times,
she needs a friend that can make her feel safe inside.
MR Big Toe then hands her a shell bracelet that shines
“Oh, thank you Big Toe, you are so kind,
I will fit this shell bracelet on my wrist just fine.”
They both go to the Coconut Bar down the street,
they both sit outside on chairs, they both have no feet.
They both relax and have a Coconut drink,
then time passes and the sun begins to shrink.
Melodie says “Lets go to Krendoll island before the sun goes down, ”
MR Big Toe and Melodie wave goodbye to this cozy Coconut town.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on Januay 30,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The childhood friendship
A cycas plant and a coconut plant
Have shared the same nursery.
A mango seed and a banyan seed
Have shared the same germination bed.
They all went to grow severally.
Only the cycas and the mango
Enjoyed remembering their erstwhile
Companions, coconut and banyan.
04.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem
THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM
The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.
The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.
The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.
We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.
Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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