Midas Poems - Poems about Midas

The migratory mind indomitable, the spirited surfer on surging waves of life, creates the curled crests of fractured moon, and the dark troughs of sinking fallen stars. The swell recedes with the ebb of time, seeking the secluded depth of the past. The shifting sands etch the seaward footprints, contoured as the corroding design of decay. The time arrow finds the...

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Midas Well is the final destination Of pilgrims who are slave to their thirst. It’s also known as a criminals’ oasis, A palm tree-shaded den of the cursed. Midas Well tempts the lazy and the foolish, With hazy gas-lit visions of wealth. Gleaming buckets full of wishing coins, For little but the hazard to one’s health. Once you’ve made the Devil’s compromise, Apologies won’t...

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The migratory mind indomitable, of the spirited surfer possessed, waltzes on waves of life, curled crests climb demented, fling the fractured moon, dark troughs descend despondent, with sequins of sunk stars, recede with the ebb of time, seek the seraphic shore of...

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I didn't borrow it, it's apart of me Like the rainbow fleece Like a trophy waiting for me Like the breath I breathe and need But it leaves Flowing like my tears, a river doesn't have enough water to see I have the Midas Touch I turn poems into paintings That shine like the sun because diamonds have too much...

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Being bigger, better, faster, stronger These modern times, a far cry from Being saner, kinder, gentler, wiser, Are a cancerous race to satisfy the insatiable. With our advance into abundance We have lost touch With the old world Of tradition, balance, moderation, restraint. Instead we now have all that we dream, Each of us a Midas Able to grasp If not ever hold. Able to spoil and...

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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...

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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 contours of decay. Time arrow points to terrain beyond the shore, away...

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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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He felt so cocksure his Midas Touch was proctor. Vegas pulled him down. Now his Midas touch is brown. His failure was a shocker. NB: Inspired by, but not entered in, Edward Ibeh’s This of That, Vol 15 Contest...

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Some called him Bacchus, some Dionysus: god of the grape-harvest, winemaking, fruit. Giver of joy, dispenser of sorrow, famous for orgies, bacchantes recruits… Enter King Midas, ruler of Phrygia encountered a peasant, drunk on much wine. Fed, entertained him, showed much hospitality; Bacchus’ old mentor, returned in due time. Bacchus, in gratitude, granted a wish; everything Midas touched turned into gold. Overjoyed, set about transforming...

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Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those blighted by endemic fiasco,, grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush, predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink, cataclysmic episode relentless as unfolding bleak plot, monumental exploits somehow never quite transpire, catalogue of hair-brained schemes hatched, bearing doomed lugubrious stamp, dream laden Walter Mitty high wire act, accomplishment on Richter scale...

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Everything glimmering was not gold, it was black onyx. A side effect from the bad luck curse called birth. A desperate touch evaporating the shiny and fresh finish of life. Hands absorbing the goodness replenishing it with shadow. The smiles are welcoming but the terrified eyes warn. Beware. Run in those fields of stardust and...

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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 your arms around me could enfold. Though I may kiss your lips,...

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Such was his damnable gift Being little more than a curse Others he wanted to lift His touch left them so much worse His mind lacking all insight Leaving so many disturbed Utter wrong being his right He blundered on unperturbed Freedom his cry for Ukraine That was the hope of Putin All he delivered was pain Just another Rasputin...

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Sadim touch, I must say. Is this upturn, yet, bad? Didn't Midas' touch become, ultimately, sad...? Not being greedy - is the moral of Midas, Yet, isn't the Midas episode an eidos...? What did the king not have, that he didn't decide, When death meats, who, in this short life will take whose side? To have health, wealth, and happiness is...

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