Best Midas Poems

~Do Not Trust a Word, He Says~

He speaks of sunken treasures the way no other man 
The map of his essence is drawn in the stars 
His smile of gold ride out the waves 
The moon is pulled by the prestige of his masculine art...

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Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!

The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green...

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a stone , grey and cold 

midas touch , my heart ... now gold 

greatest story told...

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All of us do endeavor and struggle hard
To become successful in all that we do
But our pursuits don’t pay much dividend
And very few persons are really blessed
With what is called as a Midas touch.

In spite of putting in satisfactory effort
The goal set forth remains a...

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New Year's Midas Touch

You have the Midas touch in 2016!
My antennas stood up, my neck did preen
Like I had swallowed centre shock
My two lamps glistened and head did rock
I sucked in a deep breath allowing my thoughts to brew
Asked my palmist friend if it was...

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For Job…

Feeling like loss
Was simply a part of him,
His very nature, existence, being
Dependent on the whims of One
Far greater than he could appreciate,
So great, in fact, that no one
Not him, not me….

Could describe this wonder, the wonderful
The serenity or sincerity, the soothing
That trembles in the...

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Today, he’d be, affectionately, Gus.
At fourteen, his talent was precocious
But his paintings of women caused a fuss.
To this, his reaction was ferocious
Ending in apoplectic rages plus
Tsunamis of swearwords quite atrocious.
A lot of Klimt’s patrons were mesmerized
But critics and public were scandalized.

His paintings, too erotic for...

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He has Midas touch in reverse
Lost is mercy, lost are morals
Everything he touches gets worse
Cruel wars and senseless quarrels

He thinks himself higher, greater
He has Midas touch in reverse
A despicable dictator
Ideals and methods perverse

No king, just a man with a curse
Of evil, hate. No discussion. 
He...

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Oh how I love you, Darling.
Your beauty is too much
for me to behold!

But I am not a person
you can ever be with.
My body you may never hold.

Please come no closer.
Stay your distance, Dear.
Dare not to be bold.

I can trace your face,
but I can only wish...

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Like Rip Van Winkle, she confronted a new world;
Hers was one of commonplace and acceptability,
not exceptional nor eager for excellence.

Remember when bacon packs were a pound,
and diesel was cheaper than gas? 16 ouch packs
are now replaced by 12 ouches with higher prices.
I understand inflation. Have...

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I was born beneath a bad sign
And no matter how I try 
I’m gonna be a bad man 
Until the day I die 
My nightmares seem to haunt me
They follow me around
I try my best to help, and I
Get beaten to the ground
When I think...

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The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner,
the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life,
rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars,
spread to oblivion breaking on the shore of past.

The crushed sands carve seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled...

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the alchemist 
turned sand into gold
an irreversible transmutation 

the beach has disappeared
he now carries the cross
alone and despondent 

07-February-2023...

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Remember the Glorious Gold Queen with the Midas touch?
We treated her with aloofness, hesitation and such.
I was fearful that she might reach out and give me a slap.
I do not need any stress, disappointment, strife or other crap.

At parties I promptly made an excuse and...

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The bluest of blue
in the eyes of my sweet child;
the most golden gift -
the Midas touch with her life...
the sweet tenderness within.



Not for the "Blue and Gold" contest.

Dedicated to my loving daughter....

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