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Growing stronger every day
The Bitcoin ledger
Is here to stay.
Come and get some
Without delay.
Start, and keep on stacking

Bitcoin, stronger every day
A better way
To store and pay.
My words, I pray
Will some folks sway.
Start, and keep on stacking

More adoption every day
Learn the basics
Then join the fray.
You’ll be glad
You found the way.
Start, and keep on stacking
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Morgan Howard Dec 2024
I used to fly
Free as a bird
With no fear of falling

But now I am bound by chains
I have plunged into eternal captivity
Held prisoner by my own mind
Jake Dec 2024
When I looked upon the firmament,
grey clouds were there no more.
What my eyes saw was confident,
in shaking me to the core.

A golden bow, brimming with strength,
showed itself to me.
It showed me in its divinity,
how to be free.

The arrow was shot and flew and flew,
and my soul did too.

Kissed by the sun,
caressed by wind,
embraced by the clouds,
welcomed by the earth and sea.

Strong, childlike, carefree.
I truly was blind,
because I never knew eternity.

In the end, all I ever did was fly back to me.
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2024
The ground shook beneath us,
Running beside the horse in her heart.
My feet, her hooves pressed deep
In her orifice.
Panting, our arms free in the wind,
Her eyes wild to those who try to tame her.
My stomach burns from the ache
Of trying to keep up.
I haven’t run this long or this hard
Since I was little.
No matter what I did,
She was always in front of me.
If I laughed, she’d neigh and bite the air.
Even if I was able to pass her,
It wasn’t long before she got back
In front of me.
Every part of me hurts, but all I can do
Is laugh, trying to keep up.
After a while, I fell out,
Sprawled out, catching my breath.
Soon, she walked over and laid down beside me
And licked my face.

Life’s too short to worry about
The bruises that travel up your legs.
It’s rare that you meet people
Who make you burn like this
The kind of love that pounds
And gallops.
She had a horse in her heart,
Wild and made of fire.
She didn’t want to escape,
Just needed a friend
Traditional stock markets are only
     Open on weekdays and for limited
          Hours even on those days. At 6.5
               Hours per day, with about 252 days
                    Trading annually, that’s 1638 hours
                         Open.  Given 8760 hours in a year,
                              Trading is open 18.7% of the time.
                                   Therefore
                              We need a liquid asset that easily
                         Trades 24 hours a day, and seven
                    Days per week, on weekends, and
               Holidays, and on every stormy day.
          Bitcoin has 99.99% uptime over its
     Lifetime, and 100% uptime since
2013.  Bitcoin is Always Open!
You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery120AlwaysOpen.html
This is number 33 in the Problems and Solutions Series
Moncrieff Dec 2024
I wish to leave this path,
    to view from water's edge,
this creek become my hearth,
    by lake to which I pledge.

to wade with Oceanids,
    my boots submerge in mud,
adopt which day forbids,
    silk flashed away in flood.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Some hearts they beat alone,
no rhythm to join in.

Lost to wander with no home,
adrift upon the wind.

Riding the wave of life,
a lone surfer on the tide.

A leather clad biker,
on a long and dusty ride.

Blazing toward the sunset,
towards tomorrow,
towards the end.

My heart beats all alone,
no other rhythm to join in.
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Creepypastafairy Dec 2024
You probable hear a lot of this
F word from Hank hill
But that f word is freedom
That word happened today
When
A sad Assad regime
Tooled for the last time
Let’s pray for more friend
And joy and peace this winter season
Freedom!
I scream for it,
a desperate cry against the expectations that binds me.
I’m suffocated by the facade of relationships,
the hollow cackle of deceitful souls.

I am enraged!
Fuming at the system that seeks to define me,
at the degradation that clings to my skin
like an unwanted shadow,
a constant reminder of my insignificance.

I’m weary of pursuing aspirations
that crumble to dust in my grasp,
unattainable visions that lead me
to the edge of despair.
I yearn to exist without ambition,
to dissolve into a crowd
where my identity vanishes,
where I’m a specter,
unseen, unrecognized,
lost in a realm that remains indifferent.

I long to flee this cursed present,
to leap into a tomorrow
that remains a cruel illusion,
where no one acknowledges my presence,
no one cares,
no one trails my footsteps
or feels the pain of my sorrow.

I am drained—
exhausted from the humiliation
that gnaws at my core,
tired of everything I once held dear,
weary from dreaming
only to fall and fall again.

In this furious pursuit of liberation,
I don’t merely wish to vanish;
I seek to obliterate the chains,
to shatter the delusions,
to discover a place where I can breathe,
where I can be whole,
untethered from the past,
and finally reclaim my reality
with a fury that cannot be contained.
This poem is to all those individuals struggling to live their dream due to the expectations of others.
With legacy financial options such
     As gold or fiat we have no way to
          Send and receive lightning quick
               Micropayments across the world.
                    We need a way to send secure
                         Micro transactions of fractions
                              Of a penny nearly immediately
                                   Therefore
                              Let’s continue adopting Bitcoin
                         And expanding the use of the
                    Lightning network that enables
                These incredibly small amounts.
           Each Bitcoin is divided into 100
     Million units called Satoshis, or
“Sats” used for micropayments.
This is number 32 in the Problems and Solutions Series.  You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery119Micropayments.html
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