Soybeans Poems | Examples

food allergies are serious

milk, eggs, shellfish
three common allergies
I know a family who lost a two-year-old son to milk

almonds, walnuts, peanuts, wheat and soybeans
five more common allergies
if you open a peanut butter jar, it can be deadly to some

my nemesis is hazelnut
after consuming, my throat closes up
I am wheezing and can barely breathe, needing my inhaler

English walnuts are a close second for me
after eating them, my mouth erupts into giant canker sores
all around my gums

something else creates hives in me.
We do not know if it is a food or what.
allergies seem to go hand-in-hand with having asthma

other symptoms of food allergies are
itching of the mouth, vomiting, and wheezing
Food allergies are serious; sometimes epi pens are necessary.

Outdated

I am not made for these modern times
Missouri mud runs through my veins
unspoiled country air flows through my lungs.
my roots are intertwined in the bedrock 
of culture, traditions and folklore 
of a pioneer Midwest

My heart beats with the rhythm
of wind through oak trees
the sway of golden wheat 
steady fall of summer rain 
on metal porch roofs

My voice is the sound 
of pickup trucks on gravel roads
tractors plowing through gumbo
hoot of owls from leaning red barns.
yip of foxes or the howl of coyotes from
across green pastures under full moon’s glow

trumpeting of roosters greeting the day
song of blue jays, cardinals, 
red wing blackbirds
caw of crows pecking through early snow
on harvested corn fields
beat of horse hooves
lazy bawling of cows 

My nostrils are filled 
with the smell of
wildflower meadows,
 fresh baled hay
alfalfa, soybeans, 
and apple blossoms

I am lightning bugs on summer’s eve
coon hounds asleep on sunlit porches
family picnics on red checkered tablecloths
horseshoes, freeze tag and kick the can

I am unlocked doors and open windows
rocking chairs and back porch swings
I am outdated

South Dakota by Joshua Moore

Four faces
ten cows
40 people
a river runs through it
Aberdeen Rapid City Sioux Falls
crops of corn soybeans 
hog factory ethanol highway interstate 
flat plains shadow of Rockies
sparse vast country music cowboy hats
pickups tractors American flag whackos
jacks coyotes
buffalo paddlefish grasshoppers deer crows
vulture walleye pheasants otters cattle grain
green sky derecho buffalo 
ghost towns railroad 
Homestake mine caves peaks 
tribes pioneers reservation farms 
million Big Siouxland 
crickets chirp
 plains old west
motorcycle rally August 
blizzard snow hot humid

my squirrel Fluff Fluff

Some kids have dogs or cats.
I have a squirrel, Fluff-fluff.
Yesterday he took me to Old Man Flatt’s.
What am I looking at? I asked, as I gazed at stuff.

There were soybeans of course.
Far off was Farmer Flatt’s oldest horse.
Something was curving itself in the grass.
It is only a garter snake I said, as it passed.

My squirrel would not look at me after that.
He likes to pretend he is big, confident and phat.
It will not hurt you I said to Fluff-fluff.
He was embarrassed, because he likes to pretend he is tough.

Remembering My Sister

my sister and I used to sit on granddaddy’s fence
staring out into a field of verdant soybeans
whispering and giggling incessantly
I remember the way she made me feel

Dont Quit Your Day Dream

Eureka of Archimedes was part of his daydream,
Thomas Edison nurtured his dream in bright light like gleam;
Could sleep ever overwhelm Alexander Graham Bell,
Till he heard the noise from the other and fell in a spell...?

George Washington Carver, who found in peanuts and soybeans,
Utilizations, like treasures, hidden abundant gleans;
Eli Whitney's constant daydreams gave birth to cotton gin,
That separated seeds, hulls and wastes; hearts of all did win...!

Johannes Gutenberg’s innovative printing machine,
Or John Logie Baird's mechanical television sheen;
Benjamin Franklin's lightning rod and the iron furnace,
Or Henry Ford's ventures into automobile sternness...

No invention has found its sphere devoid of day-dreaming,
This should be coalescence of action-vision creaming;
Together with concentration-shift toward internals,
Should bring forth spiritually resonant externals...!


21 November 2022
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish

Autumn's Bounty

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

Farmer Shane

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]

Southern Skies

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

Sir Lavalier and His Loss

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.

Chickens and Hens and Ducks

Have you seen what the hens and chicks have added? She asked me.
I had no idea, but I was going to be going to the succulent forest for tea.
When I arrived, I was amazed at what I found.
A mommy duck and her two ducklings swimming around.

Where did they come from? I asked the forest, but the wind laughed.
I want some too, I said to them. All I have is a stubborn giraffe!
The wind would not tell me, and the oak trees were numb.
The hens and the chicks pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Come on! I implored them. Please let me know where to find.
My own mommy duck, please have mercy; be kind.
We had her flown in from Iowa, they told me. it’s winter up there.
I asked them for the address, and boy did those hens and chicks stare.

You cannot say where you got it, they warned me with scorn.
Those farmers are tough in the land of the soybeans and corn.
They struck a hard bargain too, but I got rid of the giraffe.
So, in a way I got the very last laugh.

Sunflower Dragon

Sunflower Dragon was born in small town Kansas without any powers.
Did they raise soybeans? Corn? Oats? Wheat? Hay? Rye? Give up?
They raised sunflowers. They had miles and miles of sunflowers.
He looked like them too. If you don’t believe me, please ask my pup.

Mashed Up

instant potatoes
rehydrated with gravy
cranberry jelly
slaughter of the innocent
soybeans shaped into turkey

11/9/2021
A THANKSGIVING TANKA Poetry Contest

Used HMS

Enthusiasm of the Femmes

Enthusiasm personified in the form of a woman
Whose tempeh is renown and soybeans are groov’n.
The femmes of the wild streets are cheering for joy
Welcoming each mother of each girl and boy

Excitement parades in the streets as the femmes love their day
We peons stay back, cautiously clearing their jubilant way.
There is singing and dancing, as we devour or tempeh of soybean.
Such rejoicing and laughter are very rarely this readily seen!

Six Notebooks of Summer

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.

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