Short South America Poems
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haiku
the poison dart frog
these from the native to tropical central and south america.
No swimming in water.
There's North and South America
Australia, Asia, Europe and Africa
He's as cold as Antarctica in South
All his goodness ends in his mouth
Oh! If only his praises, his replica
We drink five billion cups of coffee a year
An insane amount, it's becoming tragically clear
The forest clearing
Is affecting our sphere
Clear cutting to grow beans in South America
Bellbirds of South America have the loudest call
Their mating call is the loudest call of them all
In a new scientific study
Blew a toupee off my buddy
Those Bellbirds also chirp with a southern drawl
The beans come from tropical South America.
The biggest producers are Brazil and Colombia.
When you drink that first cup early in the day,
just remember your beverage traveled a long way.
With all the coffee houses in town everywhere,
do you thing their patrons give a damn or care?
The kitty with the greenest eyes
Opened them to a huge surprise
For her blue butterfly friend had come back.
She was attached to her nose, that’s a fact!
Well hello, the kitty said quietly, to not offend.
Where have you been, my butterfly friend?
I have been to South America, the butterfly said.
It’s nicer there, for there are fewer dead.
pulverized bodies
of cochineal insects..
uuuummm cherry yogurt's good
Dannon Yogurt's flavors
strawberry, cherry,
boysenberry, rasberry
Contain(or did contain)
Carmine food dye
made from Cochineal Insects
an arthropod native to
Mexico and South America..
Don't that take the cake..
Some people have had
bad reactions to it also..
The square has four equal sides. Whether it is
in North America., South America, Africa, Asia,
Europe, Antarctica and Australia it remains
the same. From the highest mountain, deepest
Undersea lake to the most luxurious valley it measures
the same. No matter the holder, or the way it
is turned by life's challenges. global integrity
is it's namesake.
So we keep failing
Whilst the children are wailing
The strife, the blight, the pity
Scattered minds in a crowded city
Can't we hear the message?
Can't remember the aim
Drain, drain, drain
Out of Africa
Into South America
Cross the wide sea
No pity, no pity
Dispersed, immersed, submerged
Driven,imprisoned, risen
To what? A bat!
Knowledge denied
Division ensued
With blind faith
We ascend the circle.
The cat wants out
It speaks in French Guiana
Is fluent in meow
Just off the tip of tongues
To the north in South America
Close to Brazil
They hone their language skills
Kitty returns an hour later
It is always impolite to talk
With a lizard or bird's tail
Dangling from your mouth
They leave it out
A mouse will follow
To study feline etiquette
Please close the door behind
In South America
Cats speak their mind
Over the narrow coastal zone,
where my sweetheart lives,
I am able to see the forest covered by the rain of May,
and it lies the treasure of kisses y stream,
the most fine flow of happiness.
My sweetheart and I take turn in watching such beauties,
which flows everywhere,
digging up days and nights, as we dig our hands
into the lovely day
and we find it so sexy and rewarded,
nothing else is so peaceful in South America Suriname.
A cook at sea
The sea is restless and white-crested
It moves the ship up and down and sideways
Broad legged the cook tries to keep order
With dancing pots and pans.
He dreams of roses but is surrounded by steel
He knew of better times, south America.
The cruel tempest starts after lunch
When in his bunk tries to sleep but is tossed about,
He has been on his feet since six o’clock.
Hopes the sea will calm before the evening shift.
Cannons are filled with gunpowder-
dozens of cannon balls sorround them;
men's muskets are cocked,
and bayonets firmly fixed against their mouths;
the ship furiously sails forward, leaving behind
terrace-shaped ripples on both sides.
Captain Redbeard is not taking any chances
in capturing the treasure map that leads
to the City of Gold.
British men-of-war are a few miles away;
the English Queen is ready for war
in South America.....
Solomon’s secretive solemn sassy sensuous servants and songbirds
Solicited serious Somalian solutions simultaneously with South African,
Southeast Asian, South Dakota, and South America. Squiffy, squirmy
Spiny specialized swordfish sent spiraling soon soared with sticky,
Silly starfish wearing stiletto heels. Surfboarders supposedly stepped
Over stormy streams to strip submarginal substances from slippery surfaces.
Sadly some suspected subterfuge.
I swoop down from sky
flying in on a light breeze
that whispers sweet promises.
Touching down on lush ground,
I open the door to Wayra.
Led to a forest,
I’m drifting with a river
that murmurs ancient secrets.
The door has led me home
among the birds of Paradise.
Written 7/17/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Door to a Wayra Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
(imagining a place with the same name as this poetry form that comes from South America!)
Columbia South America
So stunning, this inviting street seemed!
With reptilian powers, it crawled into my
imaginative dreams.
I created the people who were living there.
Sipping their dark, magical, delicious Colombian coffee on sun-cooked chairs.
The mens’ sparkling, hypnotic eyes were
far, far, beyond any sensual compare!
I adore going to bed and closing my eyes…
~~If my heart has the courage to dare!~
9/22/2025
Christmas came early for the Capybara last year
he got a case full of grass and all kinds of greetings of cheer
a social animal who makes friends wherever he goes
Capybara dressed as Santa, and carried a twinkle light that glows
many in south America came by to give him a loving pat
They know where this long-legged water pig likes to splash and splat
Christmas was easy, they brought him fresh tasty fescue
He chilled out in the water with his cousins, all twenty-two
Tiring of travels
Tired of seeing new places
Even cruises with all their comforts
Just happy being traveless
No more restlessness
Just being happy in Vancouver
With its mild summers, mild winters
Tired of waiting in airports
Delayed flights
Hotels with uncomfortable beds
Time to just be restful at home
And avoid all the hassles of travel
Only reminisce of happy moments
In the past
Traveling in my youth
Europe, South America, Asia
Just reminisce now
Of past travels.
Without a little bit in their morning cup,
most people find it difficult to wake up.
Before leaving the house and heading for work,
they put a scoop in the pot and let it perk.
Making a quantity of the homemade brew,
is what most morning risers will do.
Nearly all the ground beans come from South America,
specifically from nations like Brazil and Colombia.
Just remember when you consume your quantity each day,
the beans to make your beverage came a long, long, way!