Topic: Poetry Contest: Tip your favorite poems - page 5. (Read 6342 times)

BitCoins:

Technology is expanding,
Yet we have a currency.
We call it ‘BitCoin’
And it’s online you see,
We buy them a dozen, starting at hundreds,
And we invest to thousands.
We gamble and eat pizza,
We use AltCoins, too.
We meet with others,
And talk about making a town.
For this little cryptocurrency has made us one.
Little it might seem to you,
Foolish maybe even;
Storing money online, could be easily stolen.
For this little cryptocurrency,
This little tiny cryptocurrency,
Is worth more than a dollar,
And more than a hundred.
This cryptocurrency is made up of millions and billions of small Satoshis.
Coming together as one.
And slowly, we are too.
This little cryptocurrency has taught us,
The littlest things can make something big.
Something that is worth hundreds.
But here we spend,
And mine with no end,
We sit here wondering,
What would happen to us if banned?
Would we still be successful?
Would we even have a life?
Could we make it again,
Or would we be frustrated at no end?
Would we become bitter from the memories,
Depressed?
Would we ask 'why'?
Would we stand up to the Government,
A USD in one hand,
A BitCoin in the other.
And a wallet full of other Alt Coins..
Oh boy would we be happy.
Ripping the dollar apart.
Saying goodbye to the old age,
And letting the new revolution begin.
Would we really stand up?
And test their power?
Or sit down forever, thinking about what we could've did.
Divided we would never stand again.
We would never even cry.
Undivided we would live again,
Making towns.
Making countries.
Making continents.
Making life.
We could be welcomed to the new age.
We could set a example.
We could mine all of our life,
And become billionaires all together.
Never again would poverty kill,
And everybody would have food, water, and shelter.
But I ask of you, what would the Government do?
Why would they try and stop it?

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Did that one some months ago.

So I called up the banker
"Please bring me my coin!"
He said, "We haven't had that money here since 1969"
And still those Bitcoins are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Wallet California
Such a scammy place (Such a scammy place)
Such a lovely facade
The coins are still stuck at the Wallet California
What a bad surprise (What a bad surprise)
They've got alibis

Richdom without ceiling
A life of wealth in our eyes
And she said, "We are all just victims here of our own device"
And in the pirate's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their wordy knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Searching for a backdoor
I had to find a transaction back
To the place the coins were before
"Relax", said the con man
"We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any coins you like
But they can never leave"

I might have to have a "contrarian" category just for you!

Isn't that the bitcoin 100 address?

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and litecoin is too! 

Poem number 2

Peter Lambert:  "some bitcoins for a poem !",
a chance to let my soul, at last, roam free.

Acceptance of his terms was his requirement
'Just whore yourself, and rhyme for liberty'.

But my soul's more than a few bitcoins sent.
I need no coins to prove that I can see.

"Don't complain" is Peter's awful contradiction -
But I'm complaining now, in rhyming poetry.

So despite the fact I contradict your terms,
please send thy bitcoins, post haste, to my purse.


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True Roman poetry, for true Romans.

cock in my ass
dick in my chu
let me suck you

penis on my mind
you on my penis
lets dance together
as we celebrate sexmas

lips on my balls
balls on my lips
a nice penis tip

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and bitcoin is too!

Later

Later we marry,
Later we woe.
Later we eat,
Later we sleep.
Later the flowers grow,
Later we bare offspring.
Later we love.
Later we hope,
Later we judge.
Later we die.
Later we live on.
Later our lives,
Start over again.

Grail

Sip from the grail.
The golden grail.
Blood it rises,
Wine it doesn't.
The grail is a surprise,
Twisted, twister works.
Our lives is yet the grail,
And the blood it rises.
We die; we marry; we bare; and we weep.
The grail has yet destroyed us,
Over again.

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(Isn't this my sixth or tenth submission?

Hours of coding yet nothing is new
Errors and glitches more bugs to get through
Eggs to the left, juice to the right
The sound of his keyboard pounds on through the night

Something is wrong and cannot be solved
He will not get up until it is resolved
Cries from the kids, stress from the wife
He continues to type no distraction in sight

May this be a lesson to all who may see
No one is perfect not even is he
Always in question, but never in doubt
The life of a coder is one to be free


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... I close my eyes and see visions. The pictures play for me on the movie screen in my mind. And on my arms rise the goosebumps as I approach the river of knowing.

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The internet's a landscape made of dreams,
a place where freedom's always guaranteed.

But freedom at this price is not worth paying,
it's not freedom when life becomes a plaything.

A dalliance through emptiness, a cipher,
the children all just following the piper.

Children need a lesson to survive
but bitterness will never let them thrive.

Hope in sun and air now long forgotten,
the human race finally at rock bottom.

Hope in a box in a small child's hand,
Rats running fast across the sand,

the water pushing hard against the shore,
the future as enticing as a gaping jaw.



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Mistaken I am,
Of the soft calm sea.
The water it tickles me,
And cradles me within it's arm.
The sea is smooth,
So loving,
So much.
So big the sea is,
Yet smaller than me.
I wish I could take the water,
And the seven seas,
And hold them in my heart,
But that cannot be.
I can only do one thing;
And that's love the sea.
Yet it's so comforting.
I just can't say goodbye.
But with my strength,
And one last whisper,
I say, "Goodbye sea."
And then I glide in the endless blue.

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... I shall wonder through the rainforest and skip among the trees. The plants are there to guide us, they can heal, and teach, and please.


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cock in my ass
dick in my mouth
white whales abound
pregnant children around

Shudder with me,
Under the sea,
I see you clearly,
Blue as me.
If only I could tell,
You how much you mean to me,
You'd be bluer than me,
And any shad in the sea.
Shudder with me,
Under the sea.

Third Entry:

Tell me what,
Tell me where.
Tell my why,
Tell me there.
I'll be with you,
As you see.
I'll spring within the flowers,
Every single little tree. (Yes, I know 'baby' trees are called saplings.
(Yes, I was lazy with this poem.)

Fourth Entry:

I am a skeleton.
I am a leaf.
I am the dead,
You better believe.
I am a yowl.
I am a scream,
And every growl.
I am everything,
Yet I am nothing.
Please wake me up from my delusions;
I became bankrupt this morning.

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cocks in my ass
poop in my swash
piss in my ear
not a spic in sight

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Once upon a time i was mining with luck
then with Difficulty, i got stuck
i pray and wait for my ASIC truck
but seems i've lost my money, what the fuck!

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soz, i'm not from an english language country

  ;Dforgot my address: 1GsyyS3cJb1DfpBSCi1boSAKWs6kdmDgqi

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of being alive.