Buck Twenty



He’s a prickly sort. Not so warm and fuzzy.

He doesn’t weight but a buck twenty soaking

wet from the rain and add some mud to get

closer to it. His heart though, is bigger, best.


She stares at her reflection in the window .

She doesn’t have a buck twenty to her name

and with babes to feed she needs a miracle

to get through. Her heart though, is rich.


He looks down at the gas gauge, taps it

once for luck. No way he’s gonna make

another buck twenty down the road.

He’s gotta get home. His heart aches.


She reaches deep into her courage and

stops to help someone who is down.

Down further than her, lower than

a buck twenty in a 20 dollar world.


“Mister can you spare a 20?” he rasps.

“Sorry man I got is a buck twenty but

you can have it if you need it more.”

Being rich in spirit doesn’t mean cash.


One and twenty – weight, time, dollars.

Heart and soul weighed and measured.

Spirit flying on wings of paper and ink.

Buck twenty, buck twenty who’s got it?


1 Corinthians 1:20

Where is the wise person? Where is the teacher of the law? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?


It is week 120 for #OLN at dVerse Poets and for some reason I’m stuck on buck twenty, and variations on the theme of 120.  Enjoy. Stop by and visit other poets. Leave love. Repeat. 


  1. brian miller said,

    October 29, 2013 at 11:48 pm

    ah the wisdom of the world is def foolish…and its always amazing how god uses those we least expect as well…the ones society has already rejected….

    • shanyns said,

      October 29, 2013 at 11:53 pm

      God is cool like that! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it my friend.

  2. hisfirefly said,

    October 30, 2013 at 12:17 am

    I love this Shanyn
    pass along the blessing
    every chance we get

  3. Mary said,

    October 30, 2013 at 12:34 am

    Beautiful thoughts, Shanyn. Good lesson indeed! I agree…being rich in spirit doesn’t mean cash! God does provide.

  4. Truedessa said,

    October 30, 2013 at 1:36 am

    This has such a beautiful message..rich in spirit indeed…

  5. October 30, 2013 at 2:17 am

    Yes I very much enjoyed the message here…we could do with being a little richer in spirit…wonderful words!

  6. lynndiane said,

    October 30, 2013 at 2:22 am

    “Heart and soul weighed and measured”…and wisdom shared! An interesting piece, Shanyn.

  7. October 30, 2013 at 5:56 am

    This is so rich and wise. Very nice reading

  8. aprille said,

    October 30, 2013 at 2:15 pm

    120 single paces, [ although I walk in doubles when I’m counting in my head ] constitues 100 meters in my stride. 1200 is a full kilometer and 1600 makes a mile. Not in money but in distance, this number means a lot to me and my six miles a day, which gives me holes in my sox from the wear and a lot of satisfaction from my 2000 miles of pedestrian coverage per year. And yet…..this doesn’t help anybody else, the way the 1 dollar 20 works in your story. Nice one, Shanyn S.

    • shanyns said,

      October 30, 2013 at 2:18 pm

      Love this Aprille – a great comment and great job on the walking!

  9. Ray Sharp said,

    October 30, 2013 at 2:37 pm

    wonderful messge, shanyns, thank you for spreading the Word

  10. Grace said,

    October 30, 2013 at 2:55 pm

    Beautiful message ~ My heart was lifted when I read it ~

  11. claudia said,

    October 30, 2013 at 4:11 pm

    there’s always someone who needs it more than we do… and it’s good if we can be a blessing to others…looking away from our own problems..

  12. October 30, 2013 at 7:36 pm

    Using numbers, quantity as a defining character never gets to the heart of the matter, what makes us human. This is a really clever piece, making me think when I thought my brain had stopped for the day!

  13. Tony Maude said,

    October 30, 2013 at 8:17 pm

    Love the poem – and the 1st Corinthians verse. Did you know that 3:33 turns up a lot in U2 lyrics?

  14. billgncs said,

    October 31, 2013 at 2:19 am

    bought gas with a roll of pennies, and filled the tank for a needy stranger – funny how time changes our perspective.

    a fine poem

  15. October 31, 2013 at 7:03 pm

    I like the “rasps” – and the pic is awesome.

    I think you meant “weigh”?

    He doesn’t weight but a buck twenty soaking

    • shanyns said,

      October 31, 2013 at 7:05 pm

      Yes you caught it, thanks for noticing 🙂

      And I’m glad you enjoyed the poem and the picture of wild cucumber.

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