Best Silver Dollar Poems
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "darling let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
Categories:
silver dollar, beautiful, fire, heart, love,
Form:
Sonnet
You swear your word is solid
as a silver serving spoon
Well, why does it always feels like
another mis-spoken dog day afternoon
Hotter than July
in the middle of June
Cast iron sky
making fainting hearts swoon
Butter pecan words
all dressed up in their Sunday best lie
Preaching our turn to live the good life
will come in the bye and bye
But now ain’t the right time to be asking why
Melted ice cream promises
dripping on our hand
Dripping between the fingers
Two scoops of empty hope given again
Mint chocolate chip words,
supposedly solid as a silver dollar
Ain’t nothing but soft I Scream jingle heard,
making us wanna wipe our hands off around your collar
A gallon of Vanilla bean utterances
all packed down in a pint-sized box
Truth freezer ain’t working though ...
just more soft sugar cone lies given to the poor
Saying you don’t have to feed the muzzled ox
Though laboring all day,
we shouldn’t be given minimum wage pay
Melted ice cream promises
dripping down on our hand,
giving everyone sticky fingers
But please understand,
we ain’t the ones doing the stealing
Stolen dreams, stolen hope —
Two more scoops of soft black walnut can’t-cope
It’s hotter than July
in the middle of June
Melted ice cream promises
dripping ... dripping ... dripping
from your silver spoon
Give me two more scoops of my favorite I Scream
Melted ice cream of broken promise dreams,
giving us Rocky Road nightmares
But you still swear
you really do care
You still profess,
you silver-tongued devil,
how generous you are,
as we keep getting less
Categories:
silver dollar, allusion, metaphor, perspective, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Each of us is born the main persona
in the narrative of his or her own life.
Through ever-changing atmosphere,
supporting characters and diversity of settings,
we help to mold the rising action of our own tale.
A great variety of characters abound in our stories.
Some of them, bright pennies tossed into existence,
spin wildly on exploits which make for
the most gripping of preliminary chapters.
However, their denouement is hard to guess.
Others, silver dollar, sparkle too,
but in a much less compromising way.
I suppose most of us could fit into that category.
Giddily we dance through early life’s events.
Then on and on we go, unraveling our plot,
striving always for happily-ever-afters.
A smaller group, Olympian, glide like skaters
on ice. Not only blessed, they are also driven.
Their chronicles inspire us; they are gold!
Others, although colorful, when held up to the light,
they are shown as counterfeit, the perpetrators of pure fiction.
A few, by fate and nature not so blessed, may court insanity,
or at the very least, create confusion
with their crises that seem to come unceasingly
yet often fail to find resolution.
Possibly, if given a good polishing,
they could be diamonds in the rough!
There are others who are the spawn of a society gone wrong.
They stalk our paths, as unfeeling as assassins.
The pages from their lives can horrify.
However, those who wield great power
are also often morally corrupt, and
if their stories live on, it’s in infamy only.
These types of souls are nothing but
cold, hard cash, and paper burns or crumbles
in the end.
A final group is joyless.
Given something . . . giving nothing back,
they hoard the talents God gifted them.
They wonder woefully why no one wants
to open their books to even read
the parts that once had held some promise.
For them it would be better to have been
a rusting copper penny in dread of its own conclusion
than even an evil-doer whose story titillates
and at least gets read.
Categories:
silver dollar, life, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The art was most masterful on the dark canvas
Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep
beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not
Etching silver dollar stars the artist took a leap
as he painted up the sky with orbs of sparkling dots
Celestial objects bright as light, a candle spark
moonlight, starlight, airglow, all a work of art
Applying white on black creating a celestial ark
he mastered in the light with darkness off the chart
Tinted colorants of amber midnight grains of gold
every brushstroke took him, to a journey home
Van Gogh signatures and visions stories yet untold
all night long he painted, from a sonic neo zone
Light to dark, with different distinction
he played shadows with God's bric a brac
Twas' a Masterpiece of fact and fiction
Oh ! He really had the knack !
Categories:
silver dollar, appreciation, art,
Form:
Rhyme
oh mighty mother,
protector of calm
reveal your silver dollar face
kiss my brow.
whisper in your misty breath
secrets of the past;
what have you seen
oh ancient one?
_________
silent guardian,
muse of the many
omen of womanhood
bid my pale cheek goodnight.
graze upon my fingertips
hold me gently.
prance on my dewy eyelashes, and
sing me to sleep with your immortal song.
3/9/20
Categories:
silver dollar, fairy, moon,
Form:
Free verse
Silver Dollar
Eighteen-eighty-nine
Many millions touched your face
You are still a buck.
Categories:
silver dollar, history
Form:
Haiku
Silver dollar orbits full,
illuminates a slumbered trail.
Like tidal rhythms I feel the pull.
Subconsciousness now sets sail.
I'm floating, flying viewing all
as my mind stays on the ground.
And suddenly I'm very small,
no conflict can be found.
The daily worries, stress and fears
seem to vanish with the night.
And loneliness just disappears
in dreams when I take flight.
yet even this nirvana state
finds abrupt dissolution.
Eagerly my mind awaits
it's nocturnal resolution.
Categories:
silver dollar, adventure, dream, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
I'm stuck in the town of "Rotgut",
not far from San Antone!
I work in the "Silver Dollar",
a saloon, that's quite well known!
I'm what's known as the bar-keep,
I can't remember for how long?
It could be more than twenty years,
but, there agin I could be wrong!
There ain't much to do in Rotgut!
There really ain't much action!
In fact, the Silver Dollar,
seems to be the main attraction!
Danny's our piano man.
He loves to sit and play!
Our three Dance Hall girls are getting old
and have seen their better day!
Most nights, it's the same ole crowd,
doin' what gets done!
Jud and his pals, dealin' cards,
drinkin' beer and havin' fun!
Spanky, my ole hounddog,
lies sleepin' on the floor!
At the spot, he spends most all his time,
just inside the bars front door!
Usually, there's a stranger or two,
drinkin' at the bar!
If they're not stayin' in Rotgut,
we don't care, who they are!
Sheriff Dan, does check them out!
He lets them know this fact!
If troublemaking is their aim,
then get out, and don't come back!
That's Rotgut, as I see it!
Although, it cannot be denied,
it's a lonely, dirty, rundown place,
but, it's where us folks reside!
Categories:
silver dollar, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Some fellers like to make fashion statements with their dress,
But I'm a rather conservative dude (much to my wife's distress!).
I'm fine with loafers, button-down collars and pleated slacks.
I'm not taken with tailor-mades, I prefer to buy off the racks!
Some dudes make a statement with the T-shirts they wear,
Sharin' their philosophies with others (who don't really care!).
They tout their favorite beer, sport and even some nasty words!
Lord, spare me from wearin' such - I'm OK as one of the nerds!
The latest fad is sandals, tank tops and droopy shorts,
And displayed on their hide, suggestive tattoos of all sorts.
They're mutilated with things piercin' their nose and ear,
And to top it off, wear their baseball cap facin' to the rear!
I'll deign to wear a suit and tie to weddin's, funerals and such,
But I'm here to tell you, I don't relish it very much!
I'd rather wear jeans (of course with button-down collar!),
And a fancy belt with a buckle as big as a silver dollar.
Lord, forgive me for judgin' fellers by what they wear,
By what their T-shirts preach or how they wear their hair.
But, Lord, permit me to say, I've seen some rather curious sights,
But I reckon they have a right to express their First Amendment rights!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
silver dollar, funnyme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
That's When Innocence Ceased To Be
Frilly dresses decorated with flowers
Giggles that could melt the coldest heart
Good night tickles and hugs and kisses
Crayon colored pages of revealing art
Displayed proudly on the fridge door
Near the height measuring chart
Flour smudged from head to toe while rolling out cookie dough
Up to elbows in soap suds washing dishes at sink
Playing dress up with mamma's jewelry and shoes
Pretty dresses and her shawl of mink
Tooth fairy visits before dawn's light
The silver dollar found 'neath the pillow
Squeals of delight
High upon Daddy's shoulders
In the crispy morning air
Searching for the Easter eggs
Left by the invisible bunny
Treats hidden everywhere
Watching from the bedroom window
The darkness late on Christmas Eve
Seeing Santa flying through the air
On his reindeer pulled sled full of toys
Now she really does believe
The first wild flower bouquet presented
To a cherished grandma
The tears shed when it died
The first tricycle, first scraped knee
Taste of romance
When with Joey she played the blushing bride
Bringing home the hobo cat
Wrapped in blanket silk trimmed
Lengthy chats alone with her now brat cat
Playing among fall leaves blown to freedom by autumn's wind
Wiener and marshmallow roasts throughout summer holidays
Overnight campouts under the kitchen table
Covered in sheets that reached the floor
Decked out in princess costume on Halloween
Joyously trick or treating door to door
Very first taste of a lollipop, ice-cream and once only mud pie
Then came the day it all changed.........
With the arrival of shame and guilt after telling her first lie
Categories:
silver dollar, innocence,
Form:
Rhyme
George Washington an Old Fuddy-Duddy?
By Elton Camp
What image of Washington comes to mind?
In with your money is the one you will find
Right there George is, on the one-dollar bill
And looking humorless, old and extremely ill
No worse portrait could anyone possibly pick
It is showing a man who is aged, ugly and sick
Some fuddy-duddy is just what he appears to be
But that image of him is wrong, as we will see
Most of what we know of him is really incorrect
Now Parson Weem’s lies we’ve come to detect
“George Washington couldn’t possibly tell a lie
No matter if he wanted to, there’s no need to try.”
The parson told us about the chopped cherry tree
That story is just as false as it can possibly be
The Founding Father had traits good and bad
So, exaggeration and lies there’s no need to add
Handsome as a young man as well as quite tall
In a group of men, he towered above them all
In picking a wife, Washington really did excel
Martha was so pretty and also very rich as well
A young army officer, he was ambitious & bold
But not always successful, if the truth be told
Washington lost far more battles than he won
The Fort Necessity surrender surely wasn’t fun
That record didn’t stop his advancement, of course
He became commander of the Revolutionary force
Rather than hole up in a mansion in some big town,
Living with the troops with his wife he was found
After founding a country, he did an amazing thing
By serving as leader, but wouldn’t become a king
After two terms, the presidency George did yield
Return to Mt. Vernon & manage his land and field
Perhaps an amazing fact most folks will now find
Part of his living was from the making of moonshine
How does this fit with all the stuff we’ve been told
About the grim-looking guy inside your billfold?
Another thing about him that gives him greater charm
Washington introduced the mule to the American farm
He was the first president who could be considered green
To him, the advantages of manure as fertilizer was seen
Those Washington stories are enough to make one quiver
Like him throwing a silver dollar across the Potomac River
So no old fuddy-duddy was he or did he ever come to be
It’s that awful dollar bill picture that in our minds we see
Categories:
silver dollar, historyold, image, old,
Form:
Rhyme
I just was told the world is round.
I’d have sworn that it was flat.
Is that why there are rolling meadows
and other sites like that?
When I roll from bed in morning,
could I roll on to Japan?
And is it round like a big ball
or like an oblong can?
You heard of folks going over edge.
There is no edge on a ball.
The fact that they can do it proves
the world’s flat after all.
I've tried to solve the enigma.
I’m not a lazy scholar.
I have deduced it is both round and flat,
just like a silver dollar.
Categories:
silver dollar, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
"A SILVER DOLLAR IN A PENNY POND"
they say life can be exquisite.
they say life can be a sensation.
they say life can be otherworldly.
when I woke up this morning,
I heard the ***** upstairs.
she was screaming, engaging
in every problem she could
create.
her boyfriend asked her repeatedly
to keep it down.
she screams that much more.
it's 7:33 in the morning.
I on the other hand woke up alone.
I don't have to hear that ****.
exquisite
sensational or
otherworldly
life can be many things.
mine at the moment in this bed,
magical.
By: Chicano Eddie
2-3-2017
Categories:
silver dollar, boyfriend, crazy, depression, girlfriend,
Form:
Free verse
When I was young and hearty,
I once sowed a measly seed,
And saw with awe
the paltry seed grow into
a beautiful flowering tree
permeating all around
sweet fragrance
pleasing to the soul.
I likewise sowed
a shiny silver dollar,
And with bated breath
waited to see if it grows
into my dream tree:
A tree with branches of solid silver
and sparkling silver leaves,
It will bear fruits of shiny
gold and silver coins and
make all my dreams
to come true!
With glitters in my eyes,
And overbearing anticipation,
I guarded it day and night,
Nurturing it with my
dreams and aspirations.
But days turned into years
And still I did not see
even a seedling spring forth.
Now old and at my wits' end,
I dug up the coin and held it
in my trembling hand;
"Can I have that, Grandpa?"
The boy asked as he whisked
the coin off my palm.
I stared dumbfounded at him
as he ran to a roadside vendor
and bought an ice cream!
~Abdul Malik
Categories:
silver dollar, fantasy, silver,
Form:
Free verse
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when you place a silver dollar in your mouth you scratch it with your teeth to see if
it is real a man bites down upon it and then looks and frowns or looks and
smiles upon the quarter he has found not silver or even golden but just metal of
some kind its zinc and copper mixes made in Betty Crocker's Kitchens. She has
a tray of circles all lain out upon her divine divan the tails side up for luck she got
this from the JESUS man who tossed his penny in an arc and tried to hit a mark
a line drawn in the sand and made his feet go march to live a different plan a
lifetime being mended his only love he found she makes the things he feels
inside brand new. She stirs her better batter up with a long and spindly spatula
she marks each coin with edges with the cheese garter greater. She takes the
grater to the table and turns each coin by hand she makes four of them for every
dollar in this land. They asked her who is on the image of the coin she laughed
and dimpled smiling she said it must be Dollar Bill. The George Washington
Dollar is the image used for the quarter he gets to be on two. When yew become
the President Of America you can be their two. She stamps the quartered dollars
on the side that just says heads with the handy dandy stamper set she got from
her Uncle Jed for Christmas Past. She turns the coins at last and makes the tails
with her old eagle eye she uses her new leather set to scritch and scratch the
bird the lines formed from habit of making millions in a set in just one day she
filled the Island of Manhattan with 24 additional sets they said they needed them
to buy Manhattan again the previous treaty had run out from the statue of
limitations set back in Washington against the law must be obeyed by every
man. When eye am making a bus ride and eye find a lot of pennies eye ignore
them when eye find a quarter eye do a little more than dance in place eye jig eye
jog eye trip on every log in my haste to find three more it costs one dollar just to
Board the Tran. Betty declined to speak just to the press for she is very shy she
said she knoes now who the image is on the flip side of her coin and eye did not
keep a dry eye when she smiled at me and said without a tremor or a miss it is
Washington, D. C.
Categories:
silver dollar, fantasy, funny, history, on
Form:
Prose Poetry