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"intermediaries" poems
Circle **** A benzene ring of the most powerful Viral assortment of the worst kind Accountable to no one, Secrecy rules this cabal. Only fire can extinguish this conspiracy- Burn the rich. The poor don’t need middle men, Lawyers or intermediaries When there’s an obvious infestation To be dealt with quickly- Before they change all the rules, again.
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Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
Burn the Rich
Hosannah (Mombo from Missoura) <> Hosannah (Hebrew): an exclamation of joy, adoration <> *who says Hosannah anymore, I think, recalling a question reversed,^ one, long ago, that she sent to me, the answer comes, a puddle splashing grandmother, Mombo from Missoura a what? doesn’t matter Periodic perusals of the small fine poems here, jewels lost in the kerfuffle, At once, a signet ringing word jumps into my historical consciousness, That little place, where the childhood was puzzled, but purified, remembering That little boy, in synagogue, lost amid a congregation chanting              Hosannah! to Yahweh, ghost god, user of intermediaries-whisperers, Mombo from Missoura (today’s guest voice) selected by greater forces to make him recall the unity of many voices his squeaking tone, found among that pure noise that went to god’s heart direct exclaiming in joy, adoration of a majesty unfound on Earth, sealed with a Selah, crowned with Hallelujah that god who never, incapable of forgetting, still chats with him, that boy, now a boy~poppy, from time to time, recalling when together, they too, puddle jumped, looking for oil drop rainbow spots so they could unison shout out loud* Hosannah! A rainbow on Earth Sabbath Sept. 14, 2019 <> ^ ”who writes poems like this?”
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Hosannah (Mombo from Missoura)
you turned me into .... into an anxious person passive aggressive trembles at your absence screaming your name now I'm a scary puppy licking my wounds going around in circles waiting for you to return ... your words a gesture of love in your eyes ... to throw the ball i wait ... and waiting I get weak dehydrate me, I'm getting carbonized my eyes are dry watching the window my lashes fall and my hands wrinkle this time is cruel makes me feel anxious, awkward, desperate is like a tunnel crowded, which I can't leave as tying the laces without hands falling limply to the floor without intermediaries Here I'm
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
I've become crazy
One problem in traditional finance Is that intermediaries are needed to Facilitate transactions in the system. These intermediaries charge fees, act As points of control or censorship, and Often allow chargebacks (non-finality) Therefore What we need is a truly peer to peer Electronic cash system which allows Payments to be sent from one party To another without an intermediary. Such a system built for the internet Exists here and now. It is Bitcoin.
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Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
Peer to Peer (Bitcoin Poem 088 - Problems/Solutions Series 21)
The concentric circles Of two within one described by colours And the colours have meaning The outer circle shaded red those who build the world located hear They are poor They work day in day out They make a living out of sweat Most have many children Most uneducated Most die of hunger They do unpropotional kind of work They work a lot but paid less Success is imagination The inner is yellow This describes the better ones They are intermediaries They speak for the few They give given orders They earn They are settled but still most are not happy They still strive to impress their bosses The innermost belong to the few The tycoons and multimillionaires The earn but do not work They formulate orders to favor They hate local and like abroad They speak in tongues For others to interprete Their shade is green They have years to die They import doctors They inspire in **** These are the few, They have their say And they must be heard! Live is not fair On earth someone struggles to make ends meet While the other struggles to frustrate the more The stinky rich Controls the world Even if they are educationally down Their money speak louder Their stories spread like fire over dry grass They are of joy... I will still believe in this concentric circle and unearth even better stories .
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
The Circle
Fiat money relies on intermediaries    Such as banks and government entities       To facilitate transactions and keep records          And ensure the integrity of the money system             This system requires trust to make it function                Yet the history of fiat currencies is replete with                   Breaches of that trust - breaches of integrity                      Therefore                   Let’s move to a new money not based on trust                With no reliance on any centralized authority             But peer to peer verification through code          Made secure by a decentralized network       Allowing any and every user to validate    Their own (and all) money transactions This is Bitcoin.  Don’t trust, but verify
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Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 9:08 AM UTC
Trust (Bitcoin Poem 039)