blockchainpoets Tag Posts Index

[Eng./Esp.] The Grain of Our Soul. || Madera de Pueblo y Barro.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. The Grain of Our Soul When the earth fractured and the concrete failed, no siren called the heroes

Then it is not a dink.

source If it is duly procedured-kind, Then it is not a dink. For that sort, Have multiple tors. For the nature exposes its name, And the elegant isn't put to be

[Eng./Esp.] Moments of Glory. || Momentos de Gloria.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. Moments of Glory They no longer wait for the engine’s final hum, it settles in the timber, in the marrow

I am sprung and in it deepened.

source I am sprung and in it deepened. Nothing much more than, To be in love with the realization plan. Knowing is a different stance, And not knowing makes vigilance.

The Age of Just Enough

There once was a time when enough was enough, the world was like a cat, curiously content claws in, purring softly it was the simple wants we carried in the way

Privileging....

source Privileging... Just like an opportunity, Somewhat of a luck in reality. For something and anything, For someone and anyone, For somewhere and anywhere. Focusing

Before dig-done.

Before dig-done. source Although it isn't in the rig, Normally, the pig swims in the swamp for the pig, For a longer period worn, As time serves the dig-done, Each

No False Love, only Deceit.

If there is something like True Love, is there False Love? I bet not. The abuse of what Love is makes us add "True" to Love. Love is Love. If there is

[Eng./Esp.] The Hearth Still Beats (Below the Glass). || Todavía arde el sol (Tras el cristal).

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. I can sense that melancholy, that emptiness within humanity, all too clearly. It is a feeling of being

B.C.G

source Belated celebratory galore. It is a simple context, Lined in the index. For we all celebrate growth in pounce, For the children that we were once. So it is

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS

This is my submission for the A Picture is worth more than a thousand words prompt IDIOSYNCRASY You see food, I see poison, You see culinary artwork, I see idol

The senior man who always turns up as human.

The senior man who always turns up as human. A self-made, Evolving the world that is full of facade, So congratulations this time, With the equilibrium to balance

[Eng./Esp.] When the Sky Turns the Colour of Tin. || Cuando el cielo se pone de plomo.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. As I navigated these waters of HIVE, like a castaway, I came across a post by my friend @palabras1

The ways of the Umpamugos.

source The ways of the Umpamugos. Is not to show itself, But to see itself. As to see, Evolves consciousness to be, And consciousness is not imaginary, Which is

[En./Fr./Es.] 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝑟𝑡. || 𝐿’𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡. || 𝐸𝑙 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑜.

Si vous êtes de la culture française, cette version est pour vous 👉 Français. Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. Sometimes, reading the

Is not the son of none.

source Is not the son of none. It is so bright that it clears the route, In a way vivid enough for the foot, As the blockage couldn’t overshadow the sun's brightness,

Ridding the B.O.A.T.

Ridding the B.O.A.T. source So to abbreviate it to the "B" of all time, The word known, So-called the poet. So let's be brief, Tagging on realization,

A Cuppa, a Smile, and a Brighter Day.

Sometimes, reading the news can leave us with a knot in our stomachs and the feeling that humanity keeps making the same mistakes over and over again. That sense

The cat's tale.

source The cat's tale. What did it know, So to show, Than to meow and grow. The one to observe, Staying with its creator as a half. Sometimes alone, Sometimes

The Third Act

Here I am entering my third act in much the same way the second one began, Keeping my eyes open for synchronicity, seeking out moments of joy scattered amongst the