Pesos Poems | Examples

How Worth Is Your Vote

A politician went to an old man to ask for votes
Asked to hold 1000 pesos.
Father grandpa said, 'Son, I don't want money.
But if you want votes, buy me a carabao.'
The politician wanted votes. He came out to buy a carabao.
Instead he goes somewhere else.
He didn't get a carabao for less than 40000 pesos.
He came back to Father grandpa saying,
'No carabao less than 40000 pesos that's why I'll just give you 1000.'
Father grandpa said, 'Son, don't be embarrassed anymore.'
'In your eyes, my value is less than a carabao,
How can I sell for 1000, when the carabao is not sold for 40000.'
Wake up voter, wake up your worth
Those people who ruin their family's future are worth a few pesos.

Popularity Contest’s Highest Bidder

As candidate of popularity contest
In generating school fund was like a test
I’ve witnessed my parents' full support
Selling big grilled chicken was their last resort.

We got lots of visitors who came to bid
My dad pleaded, “Please do this for my kid!”
From ten thousand pesos, old men bid higher
Closed at fifty thousand, I was the winner!

At School Foundation Day, they crowned me queen
Teachers bought brooms, dust pans and garbage bins
We thanked the rich man for buying our chicken,
In returned, he asked us to court my dad’s sister, Len.

beggar

"beggar"


I don't want 
to make sense

of dollars out of 
cents or pesos from

centavos but send those 
me my uno dos tres 

sent
i do

Life's Standoff

Feeling empty
sometimes, no time
sometimes, really sham.

I got here a hundred pesos
for haircut, one week
still here my wallet.

The reason, is sore
feet, a gout, terribly
pinning me at home.

If only like
machine I could
change one for cure.

Life is standoff
all schedule cancelled
because of this malady.

Red Gems

Red Gems


A middle-aged man in an old wheelchair
moves slowly and with determination.

On a crowded street filled with happy tourists’ feet
his arms look as if
they’d finished an Olympic race.
Since he has no legs, he cradles his wares 
between lap and chest.

Today he sells tiny bracelets and anklets.

I pass him gingerly, bearing an awkward smile.
A half-block down, my conscience stops me.
I return to him
crouch down to meet him
pick out an anklet
hand him 40 pesos
his eyes glisten.

Why didn’t I ask his name?

Weeks later, this anklet still
adorns my smooth white skin.
I so love these plastic, shiny 
ruby-red gems
held together by tough black string.

Cancun

Feelin’ stressed about the usual crap?
Tension 'bout as bad as it gets?
Once we breathe in the tequila breeze,
We won’t have any regrets.
We’ll just be lyin’ in the Mayan sun,
Work on our tans and not get anything done.
Then we’ll make love inside the Palace of the Moon. 
Cancun.

Gonna learn the local idiom, 
Lost in blissful sweet oblivion. 
Carve our initials in obsidian. 
Cancun.

Got an itch so bad it’s giving you fits?
Better go on and scratch.
We’ll fish the waters where the tides never rise  
And release what we catch.
The Gulf of Mexico is everyone’s friend;
Just so long as we have pesos to spend.
We’ll mariachi till we’re sick of the tune. 
Cancun.

We’ll say Buenos dios, and por favor 
Like children in a candy store.
Hey, our waiter’s from El Salvador! 
Cancun.

Well Th

in my pocket
i have five
thousand
pesos

in my heart
i am infinitely
poor for
no more

Cartagena

no more

you

Have Declined Many Pesos

Got a monstrous craving for scalloped potatoes
Not good for the waistline but on my head is a halo
It sometimes slips
Down to my hips
To share my goodies, have declined many pesos

Impromptu

the power
of my mind
allows me to
shape the clay
made from your
dirt and my tears

confused
thinking i was
using Colombian
marble pressing thumbs
and fingers shaving flakes
and pieces making a stone idol

idly buying 
by using pesos
to purchase that
which valuelessly is
time itself which is timeless
and when finished will sit atop

my 
mantle
a memento
molded not knowing
might what the ending be
in abstract i see her flesh figure

in
mud

Brig Pilgrim

This is a Rosarian Sonnet in pentameter


I wanted to see a new sailing ship.
To Dana Point I went, just a short trip,
I toured  the Brig Pilgrim, gift from Denmark
to the United States honoring great
Henry Richard Dana;s voyage of late.
It was around Cape Horn they plied their sails
in eighteen thirty-five. through rain and gales.
With hope of buying hides they disembark
off California’s Spanish rancho fields.
San Diego’ s ranchos gave many yields.
Rancho San Lauius filled ship’s hold full
Fiesta was given by vaqueros
Mayordomo was happy with pesos.
He gave special fight with rancho’s mean bull

A Pound of Friendship

Pounds, Dollars, Rupees, Yen
     Time to stop this if we can
Impossible, I know but still
     When money rules, it’s all downhill

Euros, Pesos, Shekels, Krone 
     What the evidence has shown
Happiness does not equal wealth
              Dividends do not foster health

Francs, Rubles, Riyals, Rand
     How much more now can we stand
The quest for riches overtakes
               Killers, liars, cheats, it makes

Love, kindness, fancy free
     That’s the currency for me
A pound of friendship, worth its weight
     There’s no cost to aggregate

Have Declined Many Pesos

Got a monstrous craving for scalloped potatoes
Not good for the waistline but on my head is a halo
It sometimes slips
Down to my hips
To share my goodies, have declined many pesos

Solitario

Ayer fue cuando supe
la triste realidad de tener
muy pocos amigos.
Y cuando digo pocos,
quiero decir exactamente eso:
pocos. Muy pocos.
Amargo descubrir que
aquellos abrazos,
sonrisas a los ojos,
palabras de estímulos
y apretones de manos
no eran flores genuinas.
Eso apuntaba a lo oculto:
la comida de mi mujer,
un par de pesos,
el talento,
vaciar frustraciones,
acribillar el tiempo
y hasta robarme una idea
(y sí que me han robado bastantes).
Pero cuando busqué el apoyo
para la justicia ante calumnias,
los que me robaron el sudor,
abusaron de mí,
me dejaron en la inopia
y hasta intentaron aniquilarme,
pues solo encontré el inmenso vacío.
Ahora comprendí que el mundo no
es más que una perversa camarilla
que se rebela contra ti en
el mismo instante
en que ya no
puede manipularte.

Knight Might

True Knight
Could you support the Underdog ,
Could you take the poor mans' part,
Knight Errant could you fight Magog,
Rip out his Demons heart,
and when the wrong of Evil done, 
You see the Devils' part,
to give your life to overcome,
be Valiant cleave the path...Don

We the persecuted poor want equality with the Evil rich.
We can have equality without Communism or any other ism.
The Evil Demon Greed is overpowering and the Lying Propaganda pre-veils:the Truth:}
We have a media like Facebook to reach everyone, and give each person the vote of how it 
“will be”    Furthering THE Political Correctness foisted upon us we should insist on Equality of Pesos'  for all on the Planet. Not Dollars but world bank credits.
This obtainable Utopia needs funding “without the need for greed to be rich ethics.”
Advertising is needed to get Utopia, rolling,

 remove the Evil greed,
 stamp out the evil seed,
remove the shoddy lust, 
Give power to the Just,
the rich will be Non-plused,
A better day, God-Speed,
In the One God yes we trust....

Head For the Sand

Copyright © 2015
17.12.2015
5:52pm

In the Banana Republic, you
can meet senorita in the sand.
A day from work, pesos in
hand, head for the sand. No
stress, the women are the best

Pretty senoritas ready to rub
a pirate's chest, chest full
of pirate's loot, and no one
gives a hoot.

Away from slaving everyday, the
discos and beaches are the way,
away from motorists trying to
run over everyone's feet

White men still come to Paradise,
paradise island and sunrise. He
says, island people sure are nice.

No wars, just lots of girls in bars,
and even ugly tourists can be stars.
Many island men sure seem happy with
them old ladies in the sand. They always
come back, leaving ole Sir Jack.

No stress, no mess, the Caribbean Islands
are the best.

by: LPruitt
**(on Facebook w/photo/theme: North Coast Poetry Society)

• Short Pesos Poems
• Famous Pesos Poems
• Best Pesos Poems
• Read Pesos Poems
• Long Pesos Poems
• Pesos Quotes