Best Soybeans Poems
Always having a problem with dairy,
having adverse side effects pretty fairly,
but being deprived of ice cream is just too much,
whereupon walking down frozen desserts aisle I got a hunch,
I daydreamed I was an ice cream queen,
making ice cream solely out of using soybeans,
helping people with lactose intolerance everywhere,
while helping to make my family and I millionaires,
It would come in all kinds of flavors,
pistachio, chocolate ribbon, anything you favor,
strawberry is the flavor that I would savor,
with nothing artificial on the ingredient label,
Then "poof" my daydream was all gone,
seeing some So Delicious ice cream made me feel undone,
returning home with my soy based vanilla ice cream,
just a middle class lady with a craving and a daydream.
1-14-17
Categories:
soybeans, dream, health, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
Like Thoreau I sought out Walden’s Pond
For me, it was my grandmother’s field of soybeans
Lost in the bowels of a small gray shed I fancied a cabin
I stumbled on it when I was eight, an explorer, in the summer.
It became mine almost immediately, and I dragged in pillows.
If it had been closer to the house I might have brought a chair,
But it was not in the back forty, it was in the back two hundred.
So I brought a pillow, a notebook, pencils, and my lunch.
You should have taken a clock, Grandma later told me.
Many times, for I was late for supper every single evening.
So caught up in writing about the frogs, bogs, hogs, and other wonders
I found on my grandparent’s farm.
I have six notebooks full of that summer.
When I was nine, my mother signed me up for soccer,
But I never forgot the summer I was eight and how much
like Thoreau I was.
I loved every single second in that gray “cabin”, my personal sanctuary
Where I splayed myself over a pillow and simply wrote my heart out.
Categories:
soybeans, nostalgia, write, writing,
Form:
Narrative
The green cuisine will make you lean.
Like Jeanne, Christine, or age eighteen.
Sardines, soybeans, along with greens
Will help you fit in smaller jeans.
The diet scene, you've seen umpteen!
You've worked out on the green machine.
Being lean they say is supreme.
Like if you are a strong marine.
Or when he rubs on your sunscreen.
But if you're fat and seem obscene,
Be sure to wear a hat that's green.
The color green is so serene.
And sparkles in the sunlight's sheen.
Eat: kale, spinach and collard greens
Or buy a great big hat thats green!
© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Colors Have It
Sponsor Russell Sivey
Categories:
soybeans, food, funny, green,
Form:
Rhyme
the quiet of the spring day was broken
by the noise and shouts in the fields
belching smoke the great iron beast
dropping its sharp blades into the soil
took large bites into the soft belly of the earth
warm and moist the soil yielded to the blades
as the monster moved quickly forward leaving
straight lines of soil like long ribbons
behind
following was yet another of the beasts
smoothing the rows and carefully planting seeds
into the long ribbons of soil
the season of planting had begun
and another year awaited for the time
when the soil would give up
the long awaited harvest of its crops
the call of that grand lady welcoming all
to our shores with her message: "bring me
your hungry and tired, and we will care for them", was being answered
America's feeding of the world's hungry
had begun, and the great food basket of the country
was about to be filled
the first tender shoots began to appear -
small and fragile at first - and then with the aid
of a soft rain grew stronger and taller
looking over the fields the long green ribbons of
the manna of the soil - soybeans, corn, sugarcane and
the once king of them all, cotton, now reduced to
a lowly position due to cost and price - all were about to fill the
breadbasket of the world
the great crops of the South all in one of many fields
spread out as far as the eye could see
great green ribbons - swaying in the soft summer breeze
majestically saying to the world that the time would soon
be near to provide a filling of the baskets of the world
another season, another planting, another feeding -
the busy cycle had begun as had been done
since the earliest days of the nation
corn planter, bean puller, cane cutter and cotton picker
of the world, the great smoke belching, iron monsters of
the fields had begun their work.
rest would not be an option until the work was done
and the plates of the world filled with the products from
these southern fields
Categories:
soybeans, food, on work and
Form:
Narrative
My friend farmer Shane has perfected new breeds
His corn and soybeans he's planted from seeds,
An early morning riser,
Using no fertilizer,
He spends most of his spare time pulling weeds.
Written August 3, 2022
[for Farmer Shane]
Categories:
soybeans, farm,
Form:
Limerick
Late in the day or afternoon
From windows in our living room
We watch deer begin to gather
Leaping over fences in fields
Searching eagerly for their meals
To our front porch they meander
Mothers protective of their fawn
Will hide them in brush all day long
Clear skies or inclement weather
They watch us and nearer venture
On alert for signs of danger
Beginning March to September
Late in the day or afternoon
Unless noise scares them off soon
Some two to twelve whitetailed deer
Nibble tender sprouts of green grass
Or fresh-cut hay and sassafrass
It's common for them to appear
In gardens or fields of soybeans
Or frozen in our headlight beams
Which can cause us panic and fear
If it is in the dead of night
Or maybe right before daylight
Forcing vehicles to steer clear
May 14, 2018
Favorite Animal in the Wild Contest by Line Gauthier
Third Place
Categories:
soybeans, animal, baby, environment, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Whole day in the kitchen
Making my girlfriend favorite dish
I cooking for her tofu
With tomato and salt fish
Tofu is a food can be cook
In so many different ways
She really love it
So I surprising her today
Tofu is made from soybeans
Can absorb flavors of spices and marinades
Is has been a nutritional value
For Asian cuisines for hundred of years
It’s her first time in America
So I want to make it right
With tofu for dinner
Serving under candle lights
I can’t wait to see her smile
When she sees the food I cook
I know she will watch me
And give me that special look
My girl friend is amazing
To me she means the world
She is more precious than diamond
And the seas full of pearls
I really wish to tell her
She my heaven on earth
And I mean it from my heart
And I miss her so much it hurt
She told me about tofu
Very popular in western cooking
There is even a tofu festival
Every year they does be celebrating
I have never try tofu
But my girlfriend is very sweet
So what ever she likes
Bet your dollar I’m going to eat
And I never eat onions
Don’t like how it feels in my mouth
But if she cook it for me
I will eat it all with out a doubt
My girl friend is the best
I’m really in love with her
And she loves tofu
So I will always cook it for her
Categories:
soybeans, dedication, devotion, girlfriend, introspection,
Form:
Light Verse
I'ts a vibe and its a pleasure.
burn the mirrors, drown the sub-human machines,
I sing.
I sing of revolution and falsehood.
murky depths and heights coveted only because of their daring. I sing
of fools and clocks and black and white and yellow and red imbeciles chasing paper and luck.
Were I to burn, were I to find the match and feel the flame upon my dermis,
would I tremble and quake,
or sweat and shake. would you?
soybeans and haiku and sincerity burn away.
plastic and algae burn away.
sexuality and petroleum and truth burn away.
yay for david,
yay for bond,
Yay for tiamatt.
let a crystal be made, let a crystal be made.
hallowed is pretension.
Hallowed is translation.
In time of course.
Categories:
soybeans, people
Form:
Free verse
Late in the day or afternoon
From windows in our living room
We watch deer begin to gather
Leaping over fences in fields
Searching eagerly for their meals
To our front porch they meander
Mothers protective of their fawn
Will hide them in brush all day long
Clear skies or inclement weather
They watch us and nearer venture
On alert for signs of danger
Beginning March to September
Late in the day or afternoon
Unless noise scares them off soon
Some two to twelve whitetailed deer
Nibble tender sprouts of green grass
Or fresh-cut hay and sassafrass
It's common for them to appear
In gardens or fields of soybeans
Or frozen in our headlight beams
Which can cause us panic and fear
If it is in the dead of night
Or maybe right before daylight
Forcing vehicles to steer clear
Running deer are graceful and swift
Depends on how contact is made
Both a delight and a real risk
May 14, 2018
Hutinashro Contest by Connor Lotts - Iambic Tetrameter
2 stanzas 12 lines each 8 syllable lines AABCCBDDBEEB
3rd stanza ABA
Categories:
soybeans, animal, baby, farm, food,
Form:
Rhyme
The Look of a Giant Monster Who Eats Children and Puppies
Gnashing and slashing he crashes into my world
Taking over my soul, or trying to.
His sharp claws are scary to others
I have seen giant monsters before, and I will again.
I have tamed two, I am not bragging. It is merely fact.
His spikes are deeply purple, tinged with red,
He has a look about his eyes that says "Old school".
I can see why most of the neighbors have driven away
Fearful for their children, and their elderly parents
This monster has the look of a giant monster who has eaten
Buckets of children, and washed them down with
A large drink of blended puppies and bunnies.
I look at his bigness, and his close set eyes,
And I wonder. Have I seen any monster similar?
No, but he does bear a close resemblance to the
Ancient Stegosaurus who only ate plants.
I put out two meals. Beef and Pork on one plate.
Plants on the other.
He dives into the plant plate, snorting and flailing.
He cannot get enough of the plants.
I lead him to my husband's soybean field
Where he makes short work of the soybeans.
I will explain to my husband later what happened.
He will not believe me, for I do lie.
But this is the truth as I see it, and if you do not believe
Look at the neighbor's corn field. It is disappearing rapidly.
Categories:
soybeans, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
I just want to tell Alicia Silverstone,
in a meat-eating world, she is not alone.
Her television commercial is quite cool
where she is seen swimming naked in a pool.
Although we will never see the ad on TV,
her message has come in loud and clear to me.
I abhor meat and slaughterhouse scenes.
We can obtain our protein from other means.
Amino acids can be derived from soybeans.
Fruits are vegetables are healthy for us all.
We will never have to worry about cholesterol.
Therefore, we can let all our animal friends live.
Plant consumption has plenty of nutrition to give.
Categories:
soybeans, food, people,
Form:
Rhyme
No rain so far,
nor stormy weather.
It's late July on a
quite afternoon.
A canopy of blue, and bright
Sun light is shining through.
An oasis of white with pockets
of grey and open sky, the kind
of sky through which eagles love to soar. Gentle wind,
though tamed and shallow;
Never does it go unnoticed.
Free of Fires; smoke-free and crystal clear.
Crops of soybeans are having a very good year.
Of course, it's hot, but that's not new, nor does
it alter or hurt the changing views of the clouds.
Earthtones, more than a few; amassed with green.
Smog-free with air that's noticeably clean.
To take this for granted, I wouldn't dare.
There's so much domain in which to stare.
And too much beauty not to share.
072922PS
Categories:
soybeans, summer, weather,
Form:
Verse
Autumn's bounty now waits in the fields.
Sowers and keepers of the crops are
Now replaced by energetic reapers.
Dry and ready for the combine;
Brown and ripe for the harvesting;
The corn to feed the world;
The soybeans to ease hunger;
Cotton to cloth all mankind.
Like a kid fixated in wonderment,
I stop and stare along the roadside;
Observing massive machines of steel,
Rolling along the dusty fields,
Cutting and threshing and separating
the seed from the hull; corn from cobs.
The big rigs are loaded and heading
to the storage bends and buyers.
091622PS
Categories:
soybeans, autumn, food,
Form:
Couplet
Leaving behind buckling barns leaning in weeds grown high,
Tin roofs toned by flaking rust and balanced precariously
On scaly lumber of storm-washed gray,
Endless rows of tan tasseled corn and browning soybeans—
A darkened clump of distant trees,
A froth of dust billowing up behind a dented truck
Held togehter by fading patchwork seams—
When the mind sketches impressions
With farewell glances,
And creates masterpieces from
Emotions thick with vanishing color,
Goodbyes become brutal paintings.
Categories:
soybeans, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Sir Lavalier joined the Crusades as a young blade.
Living the life of a vagabond in many a new glade.
Curling up with more than one pretty maid.
Until he met his match in Miss Everglade.
He wanted to settle down, but this was not to be.
She told everyone “I think he wants to marry me!”
But he was called away, and was gone for three.
By the time he returned, she had two babies, wee.
Sir Lavalier was broken hearted with despair.
He traveled to every altercation and took every dare.
He never forgot the love he had for his lady fair,
But he poured his enthusiasm into all Christian care.
Trying to make all others turn to the faith in which he was born.
He did not care about their ideas or ideals, his faith never torn.
He loved this lass, whose father had raised soybeans and corn.
Forever after his heart would lament and mourn….
Sir Lavalier’s soul was never the same, to tell the truth.
His dreams always returned to the love for his Ruth.
He never fought again with the enthusiasm of his youth.
Tainted and torn, he turned to vermouth.
Categories:
soybeans, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme