Short Dollar Bill Poems
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Walking the streets to watch the needy and the poor
The wealth that covers most of this country is lost
Casting a dollar bill at each tear drop that breaks
As I cleaned out my mother-in-law’s closet
I thought “she would never let anyone help her without payment”.
Less than five minutes later something floated down from the ceiling.
A dollar bill.
I only got a Blue Cheese
and I need a burger bad
said he’d only take Dixie
or a Jackson at a push
now I’m beggin’ on my knees
but don’t wanna make him mad
I’m in a foodie fixie
but he said “go kiss my tush”
The desire to obtain items which I don’t need
A bulging wallet weighing down my back pocket
The leather smooth against my fingers as I pull it out
A crisp dollar bill
The pungent ink stinging my nose
Have a million dollar bill in my hot little hands
When I present it to cashiers, they poop in their pants
A promotional gimmick
But ever so realistic
When they threaten to call the police, I'm gone in a glance
George Washington was the first President that we had.
When we see his picture on the one dollar bill, it makes us glad.
He refused to be a king and he was our President twice.
He was one of our best Presidents and that was pretty nice.
Form:
Back when I was four or five,
unspeakable was my joy:
admiring rainbowed prisms
in my marble, my treasured toy.
Only in the grownups' world
was a crumpled dollar bill
more treasured than my marble
there glistening on the window sill.
Have a million dollar bill in my hot little hands
When I present it to cashiers, they poop in their pants
A promotional gimmick
But ever so realistic
When they threaten to call police, I'm gone in a glance
© Jack Ellison 2015
Devilish, like ancient seeds, the sown fields please with ease, and each September the rains grow and fall river Massachusettes is bringing the bride, to Massachusetts like surly swindled brides, one married, one dead, the mother-in-law, fettered in bed.
back when i was four or five,
indescribable was
my joy
watching those rainbowed prisms
inside my marble,
treasured toy.
only in the grownups' world
was a damp, crumpled
dollar bill
much, much more treasured than
my marble on my
window sill!
Cap a pie, steady as she goes,
walk tighter than a dollar bill;
When life’s banana peel arose?
Cap a pie, steady as she goes;
Shuddery prose she will compose,
Jenga tower of dreams, be still!
Cap a pie, steady as she goes,
walk tighter than a dollar bill.
He looked so lonely, lying there
Even his rags shivering
I thought he was asleep ...
But just as I put the ten-dollar bill
in a crevice in his cup
One eye seemed to open, and he smiled
~ I felt so warm inside
He went on the rap sheet as Shakespeare, Will
And in mitigation he simply said, ‘Nil.’
Male escorts earned plenty
He’d charge half of twenty
They nicknamed him ‘Ten Dollar Bill.’
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[Hey, it’s a Limerick… please excuse any geographical inaccuracies]
My daughter wrote a poem
“Twenty Dollar bill”
It will have memories of her
That will certify
“Once upon a time in Hollywood.”
We decipher, we digress
Pizza talks, Hot Pizza
Cold Beverages
And we surmise
Because we need to be
Our best selves
In becoming.
A meaningful discussion on our very first date
art, literature, music, fine wine
O, it was most definitely first-rate!!
Though he didn’t kiss me goodnight
I don’t see it as ironic
Seeing as how our relationship’s
‘strictly platonic’
Written on 7/27/2021
By Gail R DeBole
Updated on 8/17/2021
My granddad’s five-dollar bill in hand
Was blown by a breeze through farmland.
Our dog, King, “saved the Abe”
Fetched the bill straight away
To return it to my grandad’s hand.
(True Story that happened in the 1960s)
The dollar bill has lots of thirteens.
Referring to the original thirteen colonies.
Pyramid steps – thirteen
String of pearls – thirteen.
Stars – thirteen.
Stripes – thirteen.
Eagle’s arrows – thirteen.
Shield – thirteen.
Olive branch leaves – thirteen
Olives - take a wild guess.
I walk uphill
to the curb
of The Bank of America's parking lot.
I find on the curb the twenty-dollar bill
fold on the bank's curb.
I reach out my hand
to touch and get the twenty-dollar bill
on the curb.
Of the afternoon,
I walk to The Sunday's Cafeteria
to buy the $10.75 lunch.
Form:
It was a good morning until…
I lost a hundred-dollar bill.
I cried “Oh no!
Why is this so?”
It was a good morning until…
the mail brought a bill for a mil.
My tears did flow.
I cried with woe.
It was a good morning until…
I wrote a bad check for the bill.
To jail I go.
It’s sad, I know.
A five dollar bill in my name.
A white sealed up envelope.
A white handkerchief of forgotten spring.
A gold ring.
Sparks that fly through the sky.
The forces of nature are with us..
Masterpiece equipment that had the last laugh.
A bottle of water on the pavement.
I’d better pick it up it might be mine.
Form:
Money is what everyone craves, but not everyone has
It has slipped through the grasp of many
Some have a sixth sense when it comes to the magical hue
Green is the preferred color
Jackson has become a personal mentor
Those on the quest to meet all of the presidents,
find themselves continuously on the prowl
Analytical Green
Is Putrid
Spent to fast
Gained too slow
Maybe it's Olive
Or seafoam green
No matter the color
It is our uprising
Into a vast dominion
Of analytical green
Pea green
Just like vomit
The things that make
Us puke
The things we gain
To lose
Emerald like the
Eyes on the back
Of a dollar bill
Back when I was six or seven,
indescribable was my joy,
squinting at rainbows and prisms
in a marble, my priceless toy;
only in grownups' weird world
was a damp, crumpled dollar bill
more valuable, more priceless than
my marble on the window sill!
Back in the day they had what was called Silver Certificates meaning you could go to any bank and get 1oz of silver for your dollar bill. 1 oz of silver today is worth $21.09 per ounce can you buy $21.09 worth of food today for one paper dollar? at $15.00 an hour you should be making $316.00 per hour, this isn't rocket science lol
ten feet away
from the woman with sunken,
tired eyes, sifting through her coupons
a crumpled dollar bill
is flattened against a man’s
paint splattered, sun-stained jeans.
he walks out, pockets lined with possibility,
she walks out with a stooped back.
the automatic door slides open
for the both of them all the same.