Green Anaconda was the cute friend of Rhonda
Slippin’ and slidin’, so fast and strong like Honda
They went to Hotel La Boanara
Dined on caiman and capybara
And went to the Louvre to kiss La Gioconda
Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014
The Amazon River
The Capybara wades the shore
A Wooly monkey climbs a vine
To search for food up on the trees
The Amazon that I adore
Its total nature I will bind
Bromeliads have blushed with love
Blending in the waters shore
The Jaguar stalks to hunt his food
The Anaconda will digest
His conquest on the night before
Humans carefully sense the mood
The Fuana find their time to rest
Anteaters sniff upon the floor
for ants and bugs to sense for food
The Dolphins rise up then they fly
Agressively create a scene
Boats pass on by and view the sight
As a silent Caiman wades on by
The quiet of the night serene
Stars surround the forest night
The Dragonflies decide to fly
Stillness in the eerie night
Nature's forces will blend in
Insects sit on exquisite leaves
A struggle of each species plight
Resplendent as they'll all akin
Coalescing as they interweave
The Amazon and all its might
Human Nature Contest
sponsored by Marugu Mu
Ralph Sergi January 28, 2016
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2016
This is a small part of story that I am working on to be published in my book of 12 stories.
She resumed in trekking; still searching for a way out
When something caught her eye which appeared to be a route.
Confidence grabbed the reigns in her chest, filling it with air;
Her breathing and her heartbeat tripled for she was almost there.
But as the path ended so did her mirage of nirvana.
It led her to a basin filled with red-bellied piranha,
Caiman alligators, and electric eels
Imagination was the one in her head turning the wheels
Sending pulses down her spine which reeked of fear
Forcing confidence to be evicted through each crying tear.
But her cries for help could not be heard
For the jungle’s trees kidnapped every word
The sun squinted his eyes through the trees in the west
“A bridge!” she gasped. She began to feel blessed
Sarah had to move quick; a race against the clock.
Night plus blood equals animals on the stalk
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Copyright © Kristina Reid-Hansen | Year Posted 2011
Zebras are stripy I’m sure you can see,
Yaks chewing cud as slow as can be,
X-ray tetra in the aquarium are seen,
Warthogs with curly, white tusks that gleam,
Vertebrates aplenty, some invertebrates too,
Usually are seen at a visit to a zoo.
Tapirs with their long funny noses,
Slithering snakes in glass fronted enclosures,
Roaring tigers with camouflage stripe,
Quizzical otters eat eggs that they like,
Puma black prowls through the bush,
Orange orangutans needing a brush.
Never one to refuse a tasty dish
Macaroni penguins smell of fish,
Lions in the sunlight all day sleeping,
Komodo dragons quietly creeping,
Javan Rhinoceros with skin like armour,
Indian elephants size makes such drama,
Hippos with their mouths open wide,
Galapagos tortoise, oh what a prize!
Fennec fox with really long ears,
Endangered animals that people fear,
Dangerous animals taking a nap,
Caiman and crocodile waiting to snap,
Bold zoo keepers picking up poo,
All able to be seen at a trip to the zoo.
Copyright © Nathan Bach | Year Posted 2015
Gentle ripples on the water
Set in motion by a slight breeze
Move quietly on the pond's surface
With gracefulness and effortless ease
A fishing bird flies in suddenly
Skimming the pond's surface with its feet
Then dives headfirst into the water
In its search of a meal to eat
Something just broke the water's surface
Forcing me to full attention
I can see now an eye and the nose
Of a fledgling baby caiman
A bird's neck appears from the water
In its beak, there's a struggling fish
One gulp and the fish disappears
That was indeed a tasty dish
Water lily pads bob up and down
In harmony with the rippling water
Their crimson blooms standing upright
Sprinkled among the lilies cluster
Feeding close to the water's edge
There's a roving group of small fishes
They nibble on the morsels they find
Among roots of water grasses
I treasure sitting here in silence
Observing the pond in its glory
It fills me with such peacefulness
And deep feelings of tranquillity
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015
Jet black is the night as
Jungle feline of stealth
Jumps on its hapless prey
Jaws able to crush bones
Juicy reptile swimming
Jaguar jumps in water
Jostling with a caiman
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
a skeleton in disguise they call me crocodile
but truly I am an alligator swimming with the sharks
the caiman I left in Barranquilla and wearing my croc
I walk the streets of Brooklyn looking for a tree
Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015
a travel nightmare to remember
at age sixteen on a charter plane
to Colombia with the abusive boy friend
ten years older and few worlds of spanish
to meet my future as he put his hooks
and demands at my tender age of fourteen
on the return by myself with a broad view
flying to cartagena for the stop over to refueled
I left the plane and dreamt sitting on a bench
only to realize the flight continued without me
my passport luggage and money left behind
in the front pocket of trustworthy in my seat
Paris far away I started singing in the airport
se va el caiman se va para baranquilla and what to do
scared an hostess at the counter took pity
spend the night at my house was the offer
and will figure it tomorrow and so I shared a bed with tree children
It was sweaty not a breeze felt from the ventilator of heart pounding
but the next day was to enter a plane with the pilots in the cockpit
hidden to reach Miami to meet the group as few words tells a lots
in dire time my spanish improved a conversation of thank you
as I run the circular corridors to catch a plane to Brussels and then a train
My group seeing me missing got my luggage passport but lost the money
and so thankful to be fluent in spanish and the boyfriend got rid off
Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2016
Long grey chiseled rock
New hand made products in stock
Tanned caiman or crock
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2011
RIVER LINE TOURIST
National Geographic frame:
pleasure of plum water lilies,
under potent panama sky.
A dugout canoe rows us through.
Embera with beaded skirt, our rudder.
Caiman perched on edge of Chagris River.
River Line 8/8/8/8 10/10 Unrhymed
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
IMBIBING THE CHAGRIS RIVER
We descend into a dugout canoe, reflective eyes
smile, assimilating each green leaf, each push of the oar.
Fertile lily pads, whisper welcome, and fervent goodbyes.
Imbibing the Chagris River, we glide. Feet walk us o’er
sand bars. Curious caiman gather at the river’s edge.
Kim Rodrigues ©2016
NOT FOR CONTEST
Inspired by Rick Parise “River Line Form”
5 lines/14 syllables each line
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016
twists and turns of serpentine.
perfumes that emanate from time to time,
through a wall of quietus-trees.
perils in the doubting waters,
amidst the anaconda, caiman, and piranha.
perhaps, after all, man is the more sinister
as his stomach growls
and his face’s beaten bittersweet
by the zenith of the Amazon.
his legs carry portage and dugout canoes.
sinkholes churn whirlpools.
vines hang down and choke.
~ most hope from within ~
for despairing we learn to be thiefs,
murderers hewn out of fear.
insects further trouble and attack,
and tribal eyes spy, and agitate
in perpetuities’ suspicious waters.
Rio Roosevelt thrives cantankerously
as Theodore’s enemies attack,
with deadly scratches and malaria.
but Rondon never forgets
to map and be respectful
of the tribes, even if
it’s to his own demise.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018