"coir" poems
Coconut, coconut, coconut,
Crack!
Stained white on the inside,
Brown on the out.
Hit it on its head,
Slash it apart.
Nourish it with spices,
Of a Southern past.
Fuzzy to touch,
Lined in coir.
The remaining path
In defining who we are.
Droplets of the Ganges,
Drowned in the Thames.
A conflicted soul,
In search of a cleanse.
Coconut, coconut, coconut,
Crack!
That one's spoiled!
So send him back.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 8:02 PM UTC
WHAT is a Hindu, a Moslem or a Christian?
Whence he comes and where he goes?
Ocean is a solution, salty, but-
Corers of Suns gleam on the crest of waves-
One, only One at the helm in the blue.
Pools and streams and lakes and bays
Wells and springs and rain and ice
We see nothing but a drop, in them drops
Nay, vapor condensed: Nay, H2O-right?
Think a little straight, sit up aright
Am I not right? -break, break that H2O
Baffling bright white-light you can see.
Of heat and Energy, Oh! 'Sivam'!
You may call it 'Noor' in Arabic
'Siv' in Sanskrit-what then-
Releases combustion in cells?
Nothing but very heat and Energy.
Uranium and Thorium release the same.
We find Energy unborn eternal
Omnipresent, Omnipotent
Omniscient, and Formless.
The Almighty is Brahma,
Paramatma and Allah.
Jehovah may be for some,
For some Agni, may be that-
Radiant and resplendent Yogic Light.
Cant you see Ocean in rain drop
Cosmic power in a cell or shell?
Cell or Shell-what is in a name?
Is chariot, coat or prison of the soul.
When walls get weak the soul will part
Out through the vent as air off the balloon.
Reading Holy Scriptures, not knowing the sense-
What use? -observe the Nature and think
Knowledge is a chain of fact as pearls
Stringed by Reason and Faith with a Coir of the Truth.
Tension brews as experiences tightly
Loaded on the string, still stronger by Faith.
Knowledge is light to enlighten the folk
Not to **** but for, co-existence in Peace.
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Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
The old terrace house,
My childhood home.
Sometimes I still dream of its beige concrete walls,
The cornflower tiles that lined the kitchen floor,
The tall bronze gate,
With its red wrought iron flowers.
Two cars parked by the front door,
One was mom's,
The other was yours.
In that house,
You always sat in the living room,
With the TV playing in the background,
The morning newspaper in hand.
You would buy us our favorite snacks,
While mom nagged about our calorie intake.
You loved taking us to the movies,
While mom always stayed home.
The city center condo,
The one I never dream of.
Its sleek gray walls,
Cold blank windows,
Offering a view of other monotonous condos,
Lights blinking with a sense of urgency,
Like a fatalistic warning.
In this house,
Well...
You were never really here.
Even when you were,
You sat in the living room,
With the TV playing in the background,
Your eyes glued to your pocket-sized screen.
Months later,
I left for a faraway land,
And you left for the warmth of someone else's bed.
When I came home,
You were no longer here.
But your clothes still hung in the closet,
Your deodorant sat by the dresser,
Your belongings untouched,
Collecting dust,
Waiting to be reclaimed.
But you never returned for them,
Instead,
You had them replaced.
New shirts,
Made from Chinese silk and linen,
New musk cologne,
Reeking of toxic masculinity,
And not to mention,
A new wife who cooks and cleans,
And excels in the bedroom.
A new home,
With clean white walls,
And quiet empty rooms.
So I bought you a housewarming gift,
Something I know you would like,
A coir doormat that says,
"Welcome Home."
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
My hands are a little too soft
My face a little too smooth
My eyes just a little tooo...... well
Whatever it is about my eyes, my face, and my hands
Some may say that makes me
Not quite a man
Because I don't wild a hammer in one hand
And a beer in the other
I don't sing baritone, I'm tanner
Or maybe soprano.....?
I don't know for sure
Confession
When I was sixteen I was the epitome of teenage
Goth
Coir
Daddy's little....
Girl?
And I tried hard
To be exactly what people said I was supposed to be
Because I was never told that it was OK to like mud - pies and firetrucks
And throw away my princess barbies and makeup
I felt trapped
Born into a world of horrific stereotype to the maximum degree
And god help me! should I deviate from the 'riches' path of femininity
Lest I be shunned by not only my pears
But some of the people I love the most
Speaking of which
My dad claims to be a smart man
An observant man
A man who notices people
So, Dad,
Wile you're looking around noticing all of them
How come you cannot spare a glands to see
That the youngest of your three
Is not the princess
You once imagined he'd grow up to be
So either I am the king of deception
The prince of cleverly crafted lies and half truths
Envied
Surpassing the skill and ingenuity of Lucifer himself
Or
You are not so smart as you think you are
And you cannot tell me Dad the you knew all along
Before my ever telling you
To pretend now that you did
Would be the biggest deceit of all
I wonder, oh father of mine,
What is going through your mind
When I step into our 3×3 bathroom in our 25 ft home sporting C ' s
And walk back out not 10 minutes later
Completely
Flat
Chested.........
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
I am born in a middle-class family,
But I am super-affluent personally.
I sleep on a humble coir mattress,
But then, I dream of you my dear.
I indulge in love with you then on,
But I wake up before I reach ******
I love my life as you are here now,
But do tell me if you feel discomfort.
I take care presently to make sure,
But forgive me if I grow on your nerves.
I am rich and affluent because I've your love,
But don't ever let the light of love fade away.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Up high monkey twist
Ripe coconut to drop
By his man.
But soon some robot hand
Will pluck husk tap bottle
Scrape out meat and pull coir
Into matted sheets in one
Smooth move.
But, monkey, I shall
Still watch fascinated as
You pick and choose at the
End of your long leash
And make a nutty living for man
And monkey beast
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC