Long Dollar bill Poems
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Now I lay me down to sleep
In my home that's really sweet
Had three large meals and a snack
There wasn't a hint of any lack
Comfortable shoes and clothes that fit
My heart's desires my money can get
Friends and family know my name
So many opportunities it's just insane
Doctors and dentists, heat and air
A hope and a future.. No despair
Little chance I'll die before I wake
But if I do, my soul God will take.
But the homeless orphan goes to sleep
His unbathed body on a filthy street
Sold himself today to get a meal
From a slimy stranger with a dollar bill
No life, no skills, no future, no hope
No family, no friends, no heat, no coat
No shelter, no job, no doctor, no care
No money, no support, no help anywhere
Despair and neglect, a fight to survive
A shell of a child more dead than alive
And if this orphan dies before he wakes
Will he know my God his soul to take?
~Lyric Man
Note: Just returned from two weeks in Africa. I’ve seen the most amazing and the most tragic sights. This poem/prayer is a contrast of a typical western lifestyle to that of a fatherless orphan.
PS-I’ve basically been without internet for the past two weeks and have missed reading your poetic works. May you and I never take take for granted all the blessings that we have been afforded!
I wish I had a funny bone
One that was my very own and not cloned
And so I asked God one fine night
When the lights were off and it was all very quiet
God, damn the Adam whose rib got me saddened
Give me a bone that would only gladden
Something to chew which would make words spew
Into colorful smiles not just to a few
So HE gave me the jaw bone of a donkey
One he borrowed from Samson, now isn’t that funky
He told me to fix it on my jaw and then I would he-haw
It would slay a thousand people and leave them in loud guffaws
And so it went like this
The peeping tom, tomtomed his way
to the top of his team
By dancing on a totem pole
And when the girls were in the changing room
He would peep into the keyhole…
The butcher was butchering the beef
Beads of sweat bursting on his brow
With bated breath and hands that sweat
he slipped the dollar bill in his bin…
Mary had a little lamb,
I thought his name was Jesus
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
Can someone tell me how he landed there first of all
A penny for your thought?
Beware you might just step on a mind-sweeper
Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie
They must have been all crows who were caught telling a lie
Trumpeting is Trumps trump card
No money, no honey
No problem I’ll go for a beach bunny
And now the night is on..
Its time to keep down the jawbone
And I hope I don't get stoned
We’ve all heard of, “In God we trust.”
We’ve heard it and seen it.
It’s on the back of Every dollar bill.
Pull out a dollar bill, a 1, a 5, a 20 and see.
My question is, do you Truly trust God?
The reason I’m asking is, the problem I’m seeing is, some people pick and choose what areas (if any) of their lives they trust God for, and that shouldn’t be. You’ve got to learn to trust God in EVERY area of your life.
What I mean by pick and choose is, you trust God for this, but not for that.
You can’t say you trust God and then straddle the fence, where sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t.
You can’t say you trust God and then turn around and say, but. There’s No “But.” You either trust Him or you don’t, there’s NO in between.
Do you Truly trust God?
You say you trust God for your finances, BUT then “worry” about bills and the lack of money, and how you gon pay this, and how you gon pay that?
You say you trust God for your health, BUT then fear sets in and you focus your attention heavily on what the “doctor” said.
You say you trust God for your marriage, BUT then BOOM, insecurity sets in and you’re constantly questioning, “Where you was? Why you ain’t answer me? I was calling your phone.” Blah, blah, blah… so nagging! So lack of trust.
But, but, but, there is No But!
Trusting God in EVERY area means Trusting God in EVERY area.
For your Finances - Trust God
For your Bills - Trust God
For your Health - Trust God
For your Relationships - Trust God
For your Marriage - Trust God
For Guidance and Direction - Trust God
For Wisdom - Trust God
For your Family - Trust God
For Protection - Trust God
For Prosperity - Trust God
For Joy - Trust God
For Peace - Trust God
…
For EVERY area of your life, Trust God.
In Proverbs 3 vs 5 it says, “TRUST in the Lord with ALL your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.”
TRUST - Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust -
Now tell me, do you Truly Trust God?
"Who will believe a mountebank? Everyone if she is good." ~Andy Griffith~
Carefully she wrote on the back of a fifty dollar bill.
”Have a happy birthday dear, I know you will”
After writing that sweet little verse,
It was carefully folded and put inside her purse.
She walked with her young daughter who was her pride.
New to this shop she entered, and her girl waited outside.
Her groceries totaled forty nine dollars no more.
She handed the fifty dollar bill to the shop assistant in the store.
Taking her groceries and her dollar change she left the shop.
Her little girl came into the store, only allowed to buy one lollypop.
Looking at her change, she loudly said “I gave you a fifty dollar note.
I know because its my birthday and my aunt on the back she wrote!”
“No” said the shop keeper ”I know you gave me a five dollar bill”
The child cried most loudly and people standing by said “Look in your till”
"I know it was only a five dollar note," the shop keeper took offense.
"What’s in your till will prove who is wrong, doesn’t that make sense?"
Opening the till for all to see there was a five dollar note, and then,
A fifty dollar note, on it a birthday message hand written in pen.
There is my birthday money, the child smiled with glee.
Onlookers cheered and suggested she should be given back her money.
One man said I think a free lollypop is in order for the sweet child.
The shop keeper realized her mistake and felt very meek and mild.
"Of course dear here is your fifty back and keep the lollypop too
I hope you have a wonderful birthday and my best wishes to you."
The young girl was smiling as she, didn’t know who to thank.
Learning lessons early in life , to be poor its handy to be a mountebank.
Oh, yes, angels are real ...
Late fall of 1974, just after Halloween -
I was driving home from prep school one Friday afternoon,
After a long week of intense studies and soccer ...
On Interstate 295 between Yarmouth and Falmouth.
I had just pulled into the left lane to pass a tractor-trailer truck,
And ... BAM!!
A loud bang like a shot gun!
The car was immediately uncontrollable,
So I knew at once I'd blown the left front tire ...
I slammed on the brakes and pulled into the median strip,
Far enough so it wouldn't bother traffic,
But with enough shoulder that I could still change the tire,
(Which I had done more than once before).
Only as soon as I opened the trunk and checked,
I discovered, to my chagrin, that the "spare" tire was flat also!
I knew then I was in for a long, tiring afternoon,
So I put out two markers, left the trunk open so folks would know,
Turned on the emergency flashers, locked it up,
And started my long walk back to town, (about three miles).
Oh, people still hitch-hiked a lot in those days,
But I'd been raised to believe it was dangerous,
So I kept my thumbs tucked into my straight-leg corduroys.
All-in-all it took almost three hours to walk back,
Call home for a ride, wait for my mom to come after me,
And get back to where the car was on the highway ...
But when we finally DID get to the car, there was a surprise ...
Waiting to greet me was a brand new tire, already installed on the car,
Another new tire in the trunk where the spare had been,
And when I went to get into the car and head home,
A fifty-dollar-bill had been stuffed up into the door handle!!
With only a Christian fish symbol written on it!
I ran an ad in the local paper the following week,
Then they did a small story on it,
But I NEVER found out who had blessed me that day.
Yet, I never forgot it, either, and to this day ...
I always pay for the two-or-three cars behind me,
Whenever I go through the toll booth on the highway ...
And when I DO, I think of that angel ...
And I say a prayer for them ...
For I know they got as much of a blessing from it as I did ...
Well ... maybe not QUITE as much! ;-)
Despair Eats From A Cold Plate
Despair eats from a cold plate
It knows nothing except to fill its belly
In this never-ending jaunt to Morden Lane
Stenhouse Street and Swanscombe Road
Drop another dollar bill on the counter
Watch the waitress bend down to get it
She writes on a tablet her phone number
I call her when the sun is setting on Tuesday
We meet for wine and cheese at a side café
We stroll on Gunster Road and Haven Mews
She puts her arm through mine and giggles
She says there are brown roaches in the kitchen
A couch made of Naugahyde sits in the moonlight
Discarded shoes and intimate detritus scattered
Snoring lovers under a soft blanket in the darkness
Despair continues to eat from a cold plate
The Charade
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor guy stays stuck in poverty tomorrow and the day thereafter
We went to the Haywood County Pride Day celebration where it was wonderful to see
all the people In Waynesville, North Carolina who turned out to celebrate diversity.
We waved our rainbow flags at all the people walking or parading in their cars…
proud to help them celebrate exactly who they are.
When the Pride Parade was over we visited many Pride booths ..
where we happened to meet
a little girl In a make-shift booth- a blanket she had spread out on the street.
Her booth was next to her father’s booth…where her dad let it be known
that on this Pride day he was proud she was starting a business of her own.
What caught my attention was her sign…she was selling bracelets
and she spelled bracelets with an ’s'
Her price…a reasonable $2.00…
and she made it clear she would take nothing less…
We arrived at her booth early
where she was completing her first bracelet of the day
I was proud to be her first customer…and when it came time to pay.
she handed me the bracelet…I handed her a five dollar bill…
and for her first entrepreneurial exchange…
I was happy with my purchase
and she was happy when I told her, “keep the change”.
Her bracelet is now hanging form the rear-view mirror in our car
to remind us to take pride everyday…in exactly who we are.
To remind us every human life is a life we should hold dear.
To remind us everyone deserves a life free from prejudice and fear…
And to remind us how our children need to grow up filled with pride and happiness….
Who knew all this joy and wisdom could be found in one little bracelet …
that’s bracelet with an ’s’.
As I walked away with the bracelet in my hand…and thinking what it meant…
I realized that may be the best $5.00 I have ever spent.
Sometimes, I physically feel unable to clean my room.
Not because I’m lazy, or disorganized.
Rather, because as I’m sitting cross legged on my floor, with various papers, trinkets, awards, and possessions around me
I just can’t find anything worth discarding.
My pink monkey plush, it’s stuffing spilling out?— no, that was the plush he gave me.
My frayed bracelet, adorned with beads representing each of the seven planets?— no, it’s a representation of the best point in my life.
Each item serves as a trophy— a prize I’ve unlocked for every chapter of my life.
I want to lock it up in an exhibit, for others to curiously peer into, attempting to connect the dots of my life using a broken hair tie, a crumpled two dollar bill, and a big green teddy bear.
Firstly the alligator belt has to go.
The highly polished pearl handled pistol
should not be on my slim hips
in a kindergarten.
I’m swearing of sugar and rum.
Blue suede shoes were never that cool anyway,
I have left several pairs at the back of a thrift shop
with a five dollar bill.
Wearing shades in February is not working for me anymore.
I’ve taken off the tassels of my dude cowboy shirt.
I have moved into Ohio
filling every available space with my yellowing soul;
have filed my fangs down to the size of gummy bears.
We (my huge prosthetic breasts and I),
have joined a Pentecostal church
and now babble eloquently in an angelic tongue
only fully known to rabid squirrels.
Constant prayer has turned my **** eruptions
into pure helium
and am now gainfully employed blowing up party balloons
in a local Dollar Store.
When the good Lord calls me I will be found
balancing precariously on the head of a pin
at last fully masked and surgically prepared for
my heavenly colonoscopy.