"doller" poems - Hello Poetry

Paupur poet; mendicant on our streets, shaman of words and images; a million doller metaphor, kept buzzing in his head.

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Apr 18, 2012

Apr 18, 2012 at 6:04 AM UTC

k-balachandran

rich man, poor man, beggar man, poet!

Paupur poet; mendicant on our streets, shaman of words and images; a million doller metaphor, kept buzzing in his head.

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the ad on my kitchen table asks, would you consider donating to dolphin causes? orphan briefcases? factories for bread and water and those miracle pills that cure a country in just 3 small, prescribed, doses? would you change a child's life for only $35 a month? begs the ad rolling in with the mail. his name is roberto, five foot four, a good kid who likes baseball and summer days. a doller a day: a woman begs from channel 6, donate to the children's hospital of saint something-or-other have a heart, she says, and help the baby who has a defective one. a doller a day, or if you're feeling generous, round up to 5 cents an hour. how else will you get rid of your rich world guilt?

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Mar 3, 2014

Mar 3, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC

courtneylove

donation centers across america

the ad on my kitchen table asks, would you consider donating to dolphin causes? orphan briefcases? factories for bread and water and those miracle pills that cure a country in just 3 small, prescribed, doses? would you change a child's life for only $35 a month? begs the ad rolling in with the mail. his name is roberto, five foot four, a good kid who likes baseball and summer days. a doller a day: a woman begs from channel 6, donate to the children's hospital of saint something-or-other have a heart, she says, and help the baby who has a defective one. a doller a day, or if you're feeling generous, round up to 5 cents an hour. how else will you get rid of your rich world guilt?

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The fire of life spreads across the wide horizon, not even the great Atlantic can stop it now. The lack of wind sends a storm of blood ******* fiends to nibble at my ***** enjoy my juices! I sit around the remnants of someones idea of good time and rekindle the flame. Smouldering seaweed is enough to keep those ****** parasites away from my blood. Drift wood catches, crackles and keeps the morning chill at bay. Crows, chipmunks and chickadees call out to one another. As the ruby grapefruit awakens from her slumber I notice that the moon is in full bloom behind my head. The king and queen have set and their masters have come out to play. Miniature seabirds preform impressive aerial stunts while searching for their morning meal. Hungry crows check for crab corpses as the crimson Sun makes its first appearance atop the curvature of the world. Reflecting rays blind me and cause spots in my vision. The price you pay for looking into the soul of God. Cirrus clouds soaking in coral rays. Mother duck feeds her young. Cool sand between my toes. Searching for sticks to spread the flame, running free, no better place to spend one's hard earned sand doller.

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC

nathan-vienneau

Sandy Shores

The fire of life spreads across the wide horizon, not even the great Atlantic can stop it now. The lack of wind sends a storm of blood ******* fiends to nibble at my ***** enjoy my juices! I sit around the remnants of someones idea of good time and rekindle the flame. Smouldering seaweed is enough to keep those ****** parasites away from my blood. Drift wood catches, crackles and keeps the morning chill at bay. Crows, chipmunks and chickadees call out to one another. As the ruby grapefruit awakens from her slumber I notice that the moon is in full bloom behind my head. The king and queen have set and their masters have come out to play. Miniature seabirds preform impressive aerial stunts while searching for their morning meal. Hungry crows check for crab corpses as the crimson Sun makes its first appearance atop the curvature of the world. Reflecting rays blind me and cause spots in my vision. The price you pay for looking into the soul of God. Cirrus clouds soaking in coral rays. Mother duck feeds her young. Cool sand between my toes. Searching for sticks to spread the flame, running free, no better place to spend one's hard earned sand doller.

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Bottle of *** But no Coke a Cola But plenty Cherry ade Taste is like some sort of cough brew Ow what the F--K after two or three glasses the party has began And it has plus Not working for the Yankee Doller MERRY Christmas Love Paul ***

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Dec 23, 2013

Dec 23, 2013 at 7:03 AM UTC

paul-hardwick

Now ENJOYING my Christmas HOLIDAY'S.

Bottle of *** But no Coke a Cola But plenty Cherry ade Taste is like some sort of cough brew Ow what the F--K after two or three glasses the party has began And it has plus Not working for the Yankee Doller MERRY Christmas Love Paul ***

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