Topic: Poetry! Have at it! (Read 808 times)

Be original. Go to said section and title a thread with: Please don't give me a scammer tag for not: Bang! Pop! Kaboooomb!!!

Gonna go request a scammer tag for myself. 

I was promised onamonapia. My niece, who loves reading your posts, was hoping for onamonapia. This only confirms my suspicion that you're probably a Dank clone. No poetry from you for one year!

spoke Altas booming to the nation,
tremors rock the Isle's foundation,
"I BRING VALUE! ILLUMINATION!"
The Isle? Succumbs to the vibration.
And of the Islands former host
just one survivor: Matthews ghost.

Bravo 

Looks like somebody opened the door to somebody who's going to pen an epic Atlas poem. Sure hope it includes onamonapia.

Since then a million coins or more
have been found to wash ashore
far from the Isle in distant lands,
ripped from the miner's busy hands.

And on the fabled mountain side,
where magic gathers far and wide,
the coins are dancing night and day.
Up down! Up down! Who knows the way?

This is a poem.

Because I say so.

But first let's revisit an earlier story,
One that promised so much glory.
ByBitCoin was on track,
Until the day the site went black.

And from the desk of a Tom Williams,
We learnt all was lost from Brother Grimms.
Yet few have followed the Bitcoin cree:
It's paramount to protect your key.

And soon emerged with various
public offerings: Doc Nefarious!
Smithed the miners into bonds,
to do his bidding, what he wants.

Theymos-tly did without complaint.
Nefario their newfound Saint?
Until at last a wily goat
fled the island on a boat.

But then a butterfly appeared
Once again they were all ears:
"Tell us more," the bitcoiners asked,
"Can we pre-order? Tell us fast."

On Bitcoin Island lived for years
a tribe of humans who were all ears
for riches promised, wealth foretold,
but not of silver, gems or gold.

Instead they mined without a mine,
foregoing women, song and wine,
in cellars deep hewn in the land,
they did to mining rigs attend.

"A currency to free us all!
A currency to make kings fall!"
thus sang the miners every night
shone upon by diode's light.

But, hark, to visit came one day
a sailor, who began to say:
"Lend me your coins and I will make
all of you rich before you wake!"

And spoke and took the miners coins,
put them in sacks bound to his loins,
departed with a bow and told:
"I'll soon repay you manyfold."

Ne'er to return to Bitcoin Isle!
The miners stewed for quite a while,
learned their lesson, while still irate:
"Never lend to a man called pirate."

A Love Poem.  Tissues are .1 BTC


The Universe is a funny place, but maybe you haven't heard.
Its ironies blur the line between the truth and the absurd.

It picks you up and knocks you down, and though it doesn't always show,
It takes you to all the places that you truly need to go.

It radiates your essence, it sparkles and it glistens,
It gives unto you the will to be, and when you speak it listens.

Its shape reflects your carnal self, the voice inside your head,
While its colors map experience of a purer kind instead.

Its both a mother and a father, and parents know you best.
It nurtures that which sets you free and disciplines the rest.

It connects you to a precious space that cannot be defined,
Directing you by signposts that arise within your mind.

It offers you the choice to be a zephyr or a djinn,
To dance with Heaven's angels; to be monarch over sin.

But Heaven doesn't shine for those who spin in pirouettes,
The signposts aren't enough, you say? I bestow my deepest regrets.

But have no fear, dear love.




It may come as no surprise to you that life is full of tests
Assessing your capacities for growth along your quest --

That growth is nurtured tenderly by an elegant design,
Through awareness and the intention to let love be that shines --

That love is your house, and your actions, the chairs,
Arranged to your liking, and for the guests you've brought to care.

But let me tell you a secret, the kind you ought to know
For herein lies the key to understanding where to go.

The child inside, so innocent and so pure,
And who instinctively understands suffering's cure,

Knows that those who embrace the genuine and sincere,
And who venture the unknown to conquer their fears,

Will feel the warmth that the Universe bestows
Upon making that connection with another who knows

Your innocence is his, so he cares in like kind.
When life offers you this, leave all else behind.

So have no fear, dear love.