Best Paraguay Poems
Two silhouettes
toe-tapping on an enchanted moonbeam
A nighttime romantic dalliance
Two starry-eyed lovers,
so much in love
So living a dream
Their love has this kind of feel ---
a touch of soft fleece fantasy,
a taste of honey flavored surreal
They got a love that flows deeper
than the waters falling down the mountains of Paraguay
Lots of cool peppermint kisses on a cold winter's day
Two hand-in-hand lovers,
so much in love,
So living a dream
Just a happy monsieur and his smiling fraulein
They have a love that floats higher
than two snow geese flying across the Himalayan sky at twilight
Plenty of hot chocolate kisses on a tropical summer night
Their love has this kind of feel ---
a touch of satin and velvet embrace,
a taste of saffron lips cinnamon laced
Two blooming tulips
dancing on a morning rainbow sunbeam
A lifetime romantic fragrance
Two bright-eyed lovers,
so very much in love
So living a dream,
living the life they they always dreamed of
Categories:
paraguay, love, relationship, romance, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
I tried to embrace you
as a steep descent of a river
with an array of steps
and you only sprinkled lightly on me.
But I was wet all over
enjoying your warm impact
before you became cold in plains.
White as the snow of
a single night.
Your eyes black as
moonless night
your lips red as
the berries of the rowan tree.
Your body soft as the foam of a wave
Chaste, clean and sweet as
a river- a jet of water emanating
From your lips.
Lest I remain adrift
To kiss those inviting lips.
Before you become a cataract,
with strong currents and deep holes
Or may later become *Sete Quedos
of turbulent power but beautiful.
* a great waterfall on the border between Brazil and Paraguay
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September 21, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Categories:
paraguay, allegory, romance,
Form:
Free verse
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HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A FAT SNAKE???
Snakes are squirmy and sassy and naughty,
snakes are wormy and creepy and haughty.
They sleep and hiss and eat all day,
they creep and miss their feet to play.
At the zoo I met a snake big and fat,
Mr. Bleu was let out by the pig and sat.
Vertebrae with a long tongue to scare,
from Paraguay sung a song declared.
Mr. Bleu eats rats and sheep and cows,
a new peacock trapped in a heap by the bough.
Last night I heard a Wild-a-beast cry,
his fright concurred the snake’s feast dry.
He preferred moist meat not old jerky,
he heard the Hoist speak happy and perky.
“You fat ol’ snake get out of this zoo!”
But he sat on a steak, that cruel Mr. Bleu!
He stayed and snacked on a poor giraffe,
he laid on his back all sore and then laughed.
“I’m fat and don’t care what I eat around here!”
He sat and stared on a seat without fear.
Too bad that the green elephant ol’ Mr. Trick,
was a sad marine irrelevant and quite sick.
He turned to Mr. Bleu with a face of disgust,
so stern and threw up with haste so robust.
Mr. Bleu got squirmy and his sassiness died,
he knew he was naughty and with hissiness cried.
“I can’t believe you’d do that to me!”
Mr. Trick wouldn’t leave and stood by the tree.
He stumbled over to the cruel Mr. Bleu,
his tummy rumbled and knew it was true!
The naughty snake shriveled up and retreated,
so haughty and stayed belittled and defeated!
Date Written: May 25, 2016
Categories:
paraguay, children, silly,
Form:
Couplet
My pulse quickened
As tears streamed down my face
I felt my soul race
Notes rising from discarded bits
Yanked out of plastic bags
from decaying pits
Skin sun baked and bleeding splits
Garbage, hand formed into instruments
So that these deaf ears might trace
The spectacle of true dignity
that poverty can't erase
Theirs is a world far removed
from manicured lawns and lace
Strings and frets
Oil cans and pipes
Found amongst the baby wipes
by people painted in scarlet stripes
By society treated like a disease
Some how finding music
from coins cans and keys
Music resonates
From a place with few trees
Pouring forth from polluted streams
People like these
sort out opportunities
that no one else
would ever think to seize
There, a young girl
takes a tin violin in hand
She's transported to a magical land
White beaches and sand
Now symphonic dreams
are hers to command
Each chord played
feels like possibility
A fret held bridge
to a different reality
She kisses a star
Transcends their invisibility
Fruit tins and bent cookie sheets
An X-ray film to create a drum beat
People from around the world
Rise to their feet
Still the ones at home
Don't have enough to eat
Let us practice compassion
Repeat, repeat!
Rise from our seat
Think beyond privilege
In our land of the elite
The ones called "Garbage Pickers"
the low of the low
Moving in harmony quick and slow
What we hear and see
Will it cause our hearts grow?
Do we feel life's rhythm and flow?
For, from what others have discarded
they have something to show
Winds of change are coming
Waters rising
Watch listen and see
where the notes of change blow!
Dedicated to the people of Paraguay who work in the Garbage Dump of Cateura.
Check out the documentary "Landfill Harmonic".
Not entered in any contest.
Written March 9th 2016
Categories:
paraguay, beauty, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
The athletes marched in waving flags,
All decked in matching clothes.
In all of the Olympics,
That’s the way it always goes.
Some countries showcased dozens,
Others had but one or two
And two hundred thirty proudly
Wore our own red, white and blue.
As medals are awarded, though,
There’s one thing that’s for sure –
And that’s the fact that many nations
Will be medal-poor.
There are eighteen like Zimbabwe,
Paraguay and Mexico,
Who have just one single athlete
To compete in Sochi snow.
Still, they all looked thrilled and hopeful
As the games prepared to start;
Though they can’t all take home medals,
Getting there sets them apart.
Categories:
paraguay, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
trilonnet
Two thousand seven was the first
of "seventeenth" phone calls he's made.
"Hello, what cha doing?" his line.
Each month our computers coerce
with rapt attention we persuade
our faces and minds to entwine.
The conversation unrehearsed
we Skype as two friends on crusade
to prove that our thoughts still align.
As the day approaches, I thirst
for updates on his escapades.
The seventeenth is by design.
March seventeenth is our birthday -
Pat, my twin, lives in Paraguay.
written 28 March, 2016
A trilonnet is a form of poetry, created by Shelley A. Cephas. A type of sonnet it is a 14-line poem divided into four tercets followed by a couplet. The tercets are unrhymed but the couplet is rhymed. The tercets use a linked rhyme scheme, rather than rhyming within themselves. Two patterns of linking rhyme are suggested: Form 1: ABC ABC ABC ABC DD or Form 2: ABC CBA ABC CBA DD. Iambic tetrameter or iambic pentameter is suggested.
Categories:
paraguay, anniversary, brother,
Form:
Sonnet
My shopping excursions to the local marts are very rare indeed.
My dear spouse does the shopping, I only go when in dire need.
I have no interest in fostering the foreign imbalance of trade,
Therefore, when I shop I want to buy things American made!
Why, nowadays one can tour the world and go on a shopping spree,
Without leaving the county or crossing the billowing sea!
Since most things come from The Czech Republic or Paraguay,
The Peoples Republic of China, Japan and even Uruguay!
I can live sans everything French, especially their cheese and wine.
California wines and Wisconsin cheeses suit me just fine!
I'm desperately trying to find a locally-owned shoe store,
Where I can buy American shoes, not those assembled in Ecuador!
Alas, my turkey for holiday repast is imported from Old Mexico.
I'd much prefer that it be bred and reared here in Colorado!
Can anyone tell me where I can buy American made attire?
Seems all the labels read, "Made in Laos, Thailand, Belize or Eire!"
The plethora of stuff continues to invade our sacred shores,
Inundating the shops and marts, overflowing their cash drawers.
Even the paper upon which I scribe was made in a place called Texas,
But I reckon I can brook that, since with them we have a tenuous nexus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
paraguay, confusionme,
Form:
Rhyme
What Kim can do in Katmandu,
Ken can do in Kankakee.
What Tim can do in Timbuktu,
Tess can do in Tennessee.
Scaling up Mt. Everest,
Or surfing in the Tasman Sea.
Wrestling with a wallaroo,
Or boxing with a wallaby.
Now, if your name is Anna,
And you live in San Jose,
Or if they call you Perry,
And you make your home in Paraguay,
It really doesn't matter
Who, or where, or what you are.
A Bedouin on a camel,
Or a fat cat, in a chauffeured car.
No matter where your home is,
Or what may be your name,
We are, everyone, quite different,
Yet, everyone, the same.
We're in this thing together,
From black to white, from he to she.
Rich, or poor, or in between,
I'm part of you, and you're part of me.
Categories:
paraguay, children, peace, people, philosophy,
Form:
Room with a view
I'll never forget the day we met,
my neck still hurts from turning my head,
First thing I know you were looking back,
You almost gave me a heart attack
I turned the corner and there you were,
looking all shy and so demure
I knew right then you were made for me
Isn't it funny how life can be?
Chorus 1
Who cares about a room with a view?
When I can stay here and look at you!
Who needs a view of Montserrat?
When I can see that you're looking back
Who cares about a room with a view?
When I can stay here and look at you
Who needs a view of Monaco?
When were here alone with the lights down low!
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You and I have been all around the world,
Only been with you 'cause you're my kind of girl
Don't want to be with no one but you
Who cares about a room with a view?
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Years gone by and you still turn my head,
I'd still rather look at you instead
I'll look at you till all fades to black,
as long as I see you're looking back
Chorus 2
Who cares about a room with a view?
When I can stay here and look at you
Who needs a view of Iguazu?*
When I can stay here and look at you
Who wants to see all of Cancun?
When we're all alone here in our room!
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Years gone by and you still turn my head,
I'd still rather look at you instead
I'll look at you till all fades to black,
as long as I see you're looking back
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(you know that it's true yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
repeat and fade to zero
*Iguazu pronounced Ee gwa zoo
Series of waterfalls bordering Argentina, Paraguay and Brazil
John Derek Hamilton
June 12,2019
Categories:
paraguay, beautiful, for her, passion,
Form:
Lyric
A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not prevalent in the pacific, the polar regions, nor do they play with piñatas in Paraguay. It is to be said that a tortoise shell footstool can rotate at great speeds do cast iron boots must be worn if placing one's feet upon the tapestry printed square form. The chime of lime is very very noisy but not as noisy as the incessant chatter and chuckling from the bowl of sugar cubes. Sugars state signalling shaped saying stuff silkily and silly too. But a mild mannered oxon could take a heifer to a ballroom but only if properly attired in a beach towel, sun glasses, three piece suit and a gown. Then an entrance can be made. With a thud. And a bellow. Brass bands made of cream donuts can entertain at this dance and the hall is quite packed with skimming skirts, scantily clad pea women, and the tidal spore has come dressed as a ringmaster but no whip for whips are for the underground stations and platforms of legs. Legality leaves legs lingering liberally. Akin to sprinkling a fine spray of salt across a plate of the towering vegetables. Piled high. Architectural really. Very mesmerising is the mist of a fine diner whose aroma lifts the air surrounding with a unjust uniquely identifiable stench. And stench drenched can be a wench, a bench but never a welk. For welk belong in tree houses and tree houses are not tables and not talking ash trays either. Ash trays do not modify a month of moon shaped mammoths. And a tree semi formed can bite so always walk very very very briskly when passing a thicket. Zoom then. Go on zoom. A zoom in a room. How rather entertaining and entertainment is equal to a climbing plant pot scaling a sky scraper. How great. Such feat with no feet. And how deserving of the medal at the Olympics of Oscar fish in an oceanographic weave of seafood cocktail with melon jus. Haha the wide mouthed octopi are singing gospel tunes to a small party of crabs. Ha the divinatory dogs diving definition digging dreams. Ha the musical mustard jar moving in time to the fish fork forte. Xxxxxx reciprocal z z z zzz. At ten loaves to forty seven slices of butter cake. Z z z z z z. 57294894907398%. Z
Categories:
paraguay, bangla, beach,
Form:
Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and
car keys visibly splayed
on driver seat oye vay
feel free to call me a horse's ass today
utter anxiety compounded,
plus unable to locate master key,
thence fodder for poem and more to say
rifling thru boxes without success,
an impulse arose to call road
upon learning policy
doth include locksmith service,
ah felt less doggone snappish,
and uttered hoo ray
though modest aye,
congratulated awesome,
fulsome, and handsome
self on quick thinking,
and automatically became less tiresome
pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason
(as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay
then immediate decided,
sans ditto explanation,
but no how and nay
yet honest to dog suddenly felt
like a young lovestruck lad
during month of May
and without further delay
a compulsion arose
to putter along, though
momentarily gazing heavenward
and counting (just beak caws)
glistening black crows
plus painfully aware
a spike in recurrent
"senior" moment of forgetfulness grows,
thus starkly aware significant rustiness
increasingly, frightfully,
and chokingly coats
lix spit tillage harrows
resuming schlepping dishabille
crotchety bedeviled aching
body electric irksome
with fringe benefit (such as
momentary lapse of reason)
quite aware mettlesome
ness of youth nonrefundable,
non-reliable, and non-retrievable,
and guaranteed continued
pricking, viz nettlesome
degenerating aging telomeres,
sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes
leaving a once robust person some
what discombobulated
and easily toilsome.
Categories:
paraguay, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
MADE IN PARAGUAY
In "Asuncion"
the saddest guarania song
is "paraguayan"
TANGO
The father of the porteño tango
he's not born argentinian
he is a son of France...
SAMBA
The samba from Morro Carioca
survived for the world,
Long live Mama Africa...
ROCK
The rock dance, song music
runs wild surprising
on ice rock...
SPEED GONZALEZ
In Juanita canteen
mariachis and tequila
and bursts of laughter...
WALTZ
Oh! if i danced
oh! if I played
the viennese waltz...!
Categories:
paraguay, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
LORD, I humbly greet Thee who got me up, gifted me another DAY
God in THREE PERSONS: Father, Son, Spirit, I love Thee as YOU first loved me
I have a prayer list, and "P" countries, for YOU Creator, Sustainer, HEALER
Yet, "adoration" is the FIRST STEP (one way to PRAY) using "A-C-T-S"
The letters, not the word, "A" for adoring Him, God IS (Love) & LORD of lords
The "C" is for confession of sins. Then "T"hanksgiving and "S"upplication
I intercede, Abba-Father, for peoples in LOCKDOWN - quarantine as The virus
Called the common "Corona," a "garland" with aura, but what a CRISIS
Fear is everywhere, we rebuke it in Jesus' name, to Him we are most dear
Bless the global family, islands to former empires - in this Crisis together
Today, especially for P nations, states, territories in the UN ("first" is PALAU)
LORD the needs are so many, & there are "occupied" territories, even by UN
Help patient Panama & Philippines, proud Poland, Portugal, Paraguay, Pakistan
I learn from Jesus, Love & forgive, before offense. Pray for all His Creation
Shalom, shalOM, AUM, salaam, peace, pace, paz, vrede, eirene, shanthi Om!
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet
Categories:
paraguay, america, humanity, international, pashto,
Form:
Sonnet
Blue jeans surround me
blue jeans all around me
Blue jeans everywhere I look
blue jeans in every store and shuk * *open-air marketplace, bazaar
Chicago, Houston, Detroit, L.A.
China, Russia, Canada and Paraguay
Barbeques, even fine dining
Blue jeans, all occasions defining
Creased, faded, ripped or lean
on the farm or in Times Square
Blue jeans always make the scene
No matter the decade or the year
~ blue jeans are what the people wear
Categories:
paraguay, clothes, fashion, history, international,
Form:
Rhyme
he had lunch in Paraguay,
just a typical type of day,
then stepped through his portal
for dinner in Bombay.
it was an exciting type of life
with his mental time machine
sometimes he left a place
before he’d ever been.
he recorded these aberrations
deep down inside his head;
he knew the day her met himself
was the day he would be dead.
he glanced at himself in the mirror
with a wry sort of smile
then slipped through his portal
for breakfast by the nile.
Categories:
paraguay, adventure, fantasy, surreal, time,
Form:
Rhyme