King Midas and The Golden Touch
A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep -
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold -
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.
Take me home, where the country roads wind,
Through rugged mountains and skies so kind.
Whispering winds hum Annie’s Song true,
Soft as the dawn in the morning dew.
Sunshine on My Shoulders warms the soul,
A golden touch that makes us whole.
With Calypso we sailed through waters wide,
Drifting where nature and dreams collide.
A Rocky Mountain High in every refrain,
A love for the earth in sun and rain.
Perhaps Love lingers in each tune,
Glowing beneath a harvest moon.
So here’s to the man who gave us his art,
Each lyric a gift, straight from the heart.
John Denver’s spirit still sings on the breeze,
A melody soaring through hills and trees.
Glenn Hughes’ music keeps me strong
with the sense that I belong
in this world that’s so cruel and mean
with foes and enemies to be seen
What I’m trying to say
is he lights the way
with his lyrics so strong
down a path that’s very long
He guides and holds my hand
and let’s me understand
that I’m not alone here in this place
and that I should have good faith
I’ll listen to him everyday
and when in comes to happiness I’ll say
that I love Glenn so very much
his lyrical voice is a golden touch
mornings very cool but by noon are like June hot,
such a delight, a bright jewel of a summer day;
heat so sweet, or so I thought . . .
but, the trees and breeze are confused so much,
bemused, I wish to keep the pond fish that glide and sway;
I fear that Fall will miss nature's call and golden touch . . .
those dancing and prancing leaves that drift up to soar,
I love watching them creep, leap and shift so gay;
oh, sweet heartbeat of two seasons . . . I adore !
A red sun rising soon turns gold
So quiet this morning
Nothing new being told
Until the woodpecker's loud warning
Heavenly Father what a beautiful sky
A pale blue blanket cover
Kissed by the sun's golden touch
A stillness, quiet lightly does hovers
A dove awakes the crow
Then a songbird greets the day
There's a mockingbird in the distance
Singing his song while at play
Slowly mankind begins to awaken
As the sun almost touches pines.
Those tops that are high reaching the skyline
Soon the sun will reach its designed define
Ecclesiastes 1:5
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he (it) arose.
God intentionally confined the oceans within certain parameters, establishing coastlines and boundaries they cannot surpass (Psalm 104:9; Jeremiah 5:22). Even amidst powerful storms, the seas obey God’s appointed borders. This demonstrates God’s sovereignty and reminds us that the forces of nature ultimately answer to Him.
Dawn awakenings
~the golden touch from your scence
smelling of jasmine
~mediterranean side
where the moon kisses the sun
RAINBOW
Through raindrops Sun rays at random
split in seven hues of spectrum
and pasting on the sky album.
Seven colours shine in rainbow.
Violet : Innermost arch to glow.
Then glazes the strip Indigo.
Next comes Blue bow followed by Green,
completing blue part , clean as seen.
Then Yellow hue gives golden touch
on the position of fifth arch.
Orange bow comes sixth : Brilliant !
Merges to Red arch, radiant .
Last three strips show red part, vibrant.
Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green ,Yellow, Red :
Term VIBGYOR as initials carried.
Sequence of Rainbow colours, as said.
05/27/23
Treasures of honey in the flowery fertile lands; sweetest smell of splendid fruits; full of basket by the several handmade cakes in different seasons; the agricultural lands were fulfill with the magical touch of natural skilled farmers; granary, cow-house, pond -everything was under godly blessings- it was our Bangladesh
Golden touch was there
Natural pleased loving land
My east Bangladesh
©Mahtab Bangladesh
Chattogram
16/11/2022
I will very very probably do it again
Anyone who knows me and has a brain
Can see that Biden's old and lame
Now's the time to reignite my reign.
MAGA folks love me and want me back
They need our country set on track
For what I have all others lack
Of running stuff they know sweet jack.
As to DeSantimonius, Short Pants Pence and Chippy Cheney
That they'll burn out I'll wage you money
I'm the one that's smart and funny
My golden touch makes all things sunny.
So once these midterms are sown up
I'll squeeze lame Joe just like a bug
Show the world that he's a dud
For I’m the man, I know it in my gut.
Mother’s golden touch,
the lining of eternal love
embraces the rain cloud,
her wings turn into nest
for the bird in storm.
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January 27, 2022
Contest : Bite Size Poem No. 34
Sponsored by : Line Gauthier
Dear EveryThing AntiObama Donald,
It is a humbling,
not so Great Again, truth,
is it not?
This statement,
"Don't ever talk to
[or about]
The President
that way"
Sounds and feels much 20/20 different
when you are a belittled
and/or challenged
and/or blamed
and/or shamed President
judged as insufficiently Winner effective,
Than what you may 20/16 see,
and longingly return to competitively golden touch,
when you were belittling
and challenging
and blaming
and attempting to shame
as too multiculturally weak
to be resiliently strong,
without offering a shred of evidence
for your narcissistic bias,
running as a RePublican candidate
against a healthy democratic Presidency.
If you had this Win/Lose divisive Presidency
to do all over again,
how might you respond
to your own now wiser advice?
Don't ever talk
about a multiculturally health-wealthing
democratically inclusive
and cooperative economic
empowering
and enlightening Presidency
that shameful
and WholeEarth unpatriotic
straight white patriarchally privileged
ChosenPerson narcissistic way.
A gilded globe in the night sky:
the Moon reflects distant sunshine.
Luna seeks out Sol's golden touch:
and thus, when He sets, She rises.
A dull orb, the Moon morphs into
a gilded globe, in the night sky.
And wolf packs with upturned jaws, howl:
greeting the Goddess of the night.
Ebony, dappled with diamonds,
weaves a starry shroud for the sun.
A gilded globe, in the night sky,
Luna outshines the twinkling stars.
And yet, the Moon will soon vanish:
a ghostly specter, faded white.
But at nightfall, She'll rise again;
a gilded globe, in the night sky.
mother’s golden touch
lining of love on rain cloud…
wings turn nest in storm
January 4, 2020
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Senryu On Mother
Sponsor : Jenish Somadas
GARDEN IN SPRING
At my garden gate guests are greeted by Magnolia tree
Witch hazel shrubs show spring blooms
displaying glittering golden touch.
Small bulbs of scilla in sapphire blossom.
Deepest pleasure dances in delightful daffodils.
Rhododendron erects arrogant perches holding scarlet posies
Muscars embrace glossy green grass under tall tulips.
Primrose seems jewel of garden on sudden glance
Hyacinths garnish garden gorgeous glorious
in color and fragrance.
Peonies on hedge shrubs peep at end of Spring
Spring gust blows ringing wind chime
once gifted by my Dad,
bringing His blessings
02/22/19
Re-edited on 03/12/22
Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Contest by Regina Mc kuIntosh
jackie, darling -
i think the moon would like you.
to watch you spin and twirl like the goddess you are, to watch you bloom with her sweeping eyes.
sweetheart, i've never met anyone like you.
you are the soul that has survived the golden ages; all that gold spilling over with nowhere to go.
if i'm being honest, i felt that gold the moment i met you, like standing before king midas.
darling, i'm saying you have the golden touch.
i am saying that you are the lighthouse in the distance that can guide any ship home,
that you are every shooting star anyone has ever wished on,
that you are every crack in the spine of my favorite book,
that you are the one thing that makes everything feel right.
finding you was like finding the pot of gold at the end of the very long rainbow, as cliche as that sounds.
finding you turned into something i never believed in -
darling, you made me believe in miracles.
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