Long Midas Poems

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Syllogistics

Comparisons are unerring things at worst; 
Every common ore yielded for shinier gold, 
And tepid junkets given up in apt forfeiture
For tolerably pricier carats unsullied stored. 

Far less treasured lots perpetually stand
In shrouded paths to more pleasing deal, 
And more often than not emit lures bland
To fade jollities owners of finer gems feel. 

Prudent choosers are harder to hoodwink; 
They're grateful to know how to swiftly tell 
Vast variance between wee penny's worth
And huger wads quiet past old minas' kink. 

They're merrier types closer to Midas lips; 
Smarter-thinking pickers noted with strips
Of fair Fortune's higher turns beyond taste, 
Loftier than Fancy's dreams and her haste. 

With comparative logic one never can err, 
Since brighter minds cheap choices abhor.
Form: Didactic


Two Worlds

Welcome, to the realm of wonder
Meaning an alley around the corner
Of a market street, where Kings and Queens
Satisfy their needs by monetary means
While they live on Eden plains
We wear fitted "Outcast" chains.

But we have King of our own
Midas, with a touch of gold
Wandering worker is what he is
And Back-Alley Kingdom is all his
We're the people of his nation
That spreads from here to train station
Which is around twenty blocks
Soon it might reach even docks.

There are rules on streets to abide
Since our and Royalty's world's collide
And blend into one, so heed what I say
Because be it hard as it may
Making peace with the "gods"
May increase our odds
Of surviving in this Kingdom of Chrome
That all of us, in union, can call home.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Melody of Love

Love’s melody has Midas touch
Love says it all and means so much
Love is leaving the world behind
Love generates one’s peace of mind.

Loving someone above all else
That's the real meaning of wealth
Love’s truly what happiness is
Pure contentment and joyful bliss.

Love’s the key that opens one’s heart
Together always from the start
Bountiful blessings come what may
A gift that’s opened every day.

Love raises and gladdens the soul
Love makes your world special and whole
The seed that brings doting displays
And fragrance to auspicious days.

Love is what keeps the flame alight
Boosts the day and enchants the night
Love with all your dynamic knack
Love will come boomeranging back.

Tho' life has many swerves and turns
Love's candle consistently burns
Love gives a reason for living
Love means trusting and forgiving.

Love's a song as precious as gold
A melody one’s heart doth hold.
Form: Rhyme

Another Gold

Another Gold

Far from profit’s crass allure,
At a place somewhat obscure,
A poet sweeps his shepherd’s lyre;
He sings of gold, of heaven’s fire.
No. not of gold that Midas stores
Behind fast-bolted treasury doors
But of gold, that, eve and dawn,
Touches sheaves of ripened corn.

More emeralds than all wealth can gain
Has to these eyes the verdant plain.
Without the mind all precious stones
Have lesser worth than dead men’s bones.


The original prompt for the last  poem was one I wrote on being requested to resign from a computer company.


Far from profit’s crass allure
At a place somewhat obscure,
Gordon preaches now Cobol.
Fortran and, I believe, Algol,
Unto flocks of Gaelic birds,
Black-faced sheep and long-haired herds.

In Acton’s fleshpots, in his den,
The spotlight first is beamed on Ken.
Beware the luscious woman’s wiles
Or you’ll forget your disks and files.

It would clearly be a sin
To make no mention of dear Lin.
May married bliss attend thy way
And commensurate be thy pay.


Sandra’s performance sets the pace
Robin’s too  a similar case.
His hunting prowess earns him fame
In matters that concern big game. 

Flower power propels this happy throng
Which means that little can go wrong
As long as Rose your leader be.
May  rays of fortune shine on thee
On yon high Olympic mountain
Where Gord and Mary have been scouting.

There beneath the royal wall
Our Ted  flogs bangles on his stall.
My ditty now has reached its span
Remember me, the also-ran.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Memory

My migratory mind indomitably mobile,
recedes with the ebb of time, seeks the shore of the past,
as the spirited surfer on the wandering waves of life, 
surging on curled crests carrying the fractured full moon,
and within the twirling troughs that store the sunk stars. 

The wheel of time churns up the disarray dust, 
settling on the unstable shelf of my dismal listless life. 
In the maimed moments of perennial perturbation 
the fulcrum of frail self-realization oscillates 
beyond my grasp on the rolling ripples of longing adrift.

In the weed-webbed terrain draping the depth within,
turns from the wreckage of lost love to a glorious garden. 
The pathway paved by memory outside its frail fence,
waits for me remarkably rejuvenated, to be walked  
to the mesmeric meadow of the promising tomorrow. 

The dormant memory is then inspired to innovate  
the arcane acumen of self-acquired inspiration alchemy.
Marigold blooms with hues of hope in the junkyard,
the glitter of gold flashes in the rusted crust of riling ruins
with the touch of the Midas mind metamorphosed.
  
When my castle of sand on the shore of yearning 
tumbles down as the discarded debris of doting heart,
I discover the hidden flute of feeling permanently preserved, 
and play again the lost tune that changes my life  
with the melody of ecstasy in the symphony of memory.





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Premium Member Rose Ladies

Rose Ladies

Lovely ladies, Tiggywinkles, to my garden return
Good as Gold after absence from winter’s sojourn

Shirley’s Bouquet – blue tipped rose acclaimed
American Beauty a winner proclaimed

Spicy perfumes from Brandy - First Love -
Calls Whisper out - petals of white like mourning doves

Midas Touch gown glows bright as Sugar Moon
Queen Mother, Sunburst in Carousel swoons

Ketchup and Mustard ready for a Garden Party
Hot Cocoa in Sterling Silver served up so smartly

The Dark Knight looks out for purple Intrigues
Neptune on guard coming from twenty leagues

Swan ladies so graceful tell of Sutter’s Glory
See constellations and pale Virgo’s story

Olympiad sighs for races with stallions
Gold, silver, Bronze Star – precious Medallions

Shares Anna’s Promise, Tiffany’s First Prize
As Just Joey and Blue Girl in Iceberg fantasize

With Peace they arrive, some in Tropicana dress
A Double Delight, Mr. Lincoln, to beauty confess.  

These are the roses that grace, and have graced, my garden with a few minor exceptions.

3-10-21
Contest: List with a Twist
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Form: List

Premium Member King Midas Trump

I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.

Well,
actually I don't need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.

Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected with and through
co-attached interdependent values
of a cooperatively vulnerable democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.

For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health

Made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left minded with Right hearted golden integrity,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.

Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread 
moldy moral bankruptcy,
spiritless
nature-less
soul-less
nihilistic
climate pathology denialistic.

Premium Member Reverse Midas Touch

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 you seen Common Sense lately?

Craftmanship and the Midas Touch are disappearing also. Perhaps you
will find them with a gallant search, but be enduring and patient; for it
could be a rare find. Like many things of quality and pricelessness, The
Midas Touch appears to be quietly exiting the stage. The curtains are closing.

Unfortunately, some things don't get to be made great again. She gave her
best as she sighed by day and wept late at night. She could not compromise
the essence of her soul. She wanted to stay, but could no longer compete.
Often outbid by style and mediocrity, she maintained her integrity.

122622PSCtest, Edward Ibeh.
Contest Name: This or That, Vol 15
Form: Verse

Premium Member Some Thoughts Come In Code

When unsurpassed greed's uncontrolled
King Midas' story be told!
The steps to his stash
Cast his daughter for cash
She's an allegory of gold


Author's note: I had a vivid dream a few nights ago.  Part of it included a feeling that I needed to check my personal stash of valuables.  I thought the items were locked in the basement.  However, when I came to the door to the staircase leading down expecting it to be locked, it was ajar.  I opened it all the way, and there was a child coming up the steps.  We looked at each other, and the child tumbled down the stairs and appeared dead.  It was a terrible feeling.  The poem above is one interpretation of what I might have been trying to tell myself.  There are other interpretations as well.  However, I am left with the idea that our society's focus on the material is destroying our love for each other and our families.  This is a huge problem for me and has taken a lot of my thought time over the past few days.  Meanwhile, I tell myself to enjoy each day, and I try.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Yes Put In Prison

yes put in prison 
bad really bad 
not  unprovoked 
coup ten four 
nearly half score
different tongues 
east west religion allegiance
outside 
virgin merrika break promise 
bill george barry donny 
angie admit minsk 
buy time pump arms 
one fourkay east dead 
meanwhile 
roulette politic 
phantom rushing 
doing same both side usual 
smoke mirrors bait switch bump 
cry smile shout you essay 
you know usual while 
mic 
well forget now 
donny pause get joey 
oh humanity 
chief can start not stop mic 
Jesus must explain 
yes yes crime wanted connection 
zel promise peace 
joey change script 
czar said too far 
joey promise no more north stream  
surenough  nine month 
come true
three war tank tank 
delivery who knows when 
food meds house teachers roads broke 
mic one with eleven zeros climbing 
keep going til czar rational 
not let opp regret fly or 
back down like did end two double v two 
please lol history books texas 
you essay virgin merrika love fodder people 
fly flag virgin merrika 
hail bearer mars midas
roulette rushing talking
points
aim fire
not my ten nine boy
y'all lying thieving 
pieces canine scat

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