My dear homeland, with fields so wide
And rivers that carve through vast, silent tide
On green hills where the calm winds flow
I left my heart in your soil below

Where wheat grows tall, and autumn turns gold
I, far from you, in the cold snow unfold
The distant peaks, where bears are hunted still
Sing in the breeze, a sweet, wistful thrill

Oh, my homeland, why did I leave thee?
With fo...

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The streets of the past have a golden hue

Known to only me and you

Forgoing the shy starlight

A golden youthful yellow delight

The nights were littered with gold

A yellow wind left to behold

Sunlight at night

What a golden honey sight

People, cars and dogs

Streaming through a yellow fog

Christmas fairs and hot chocolate

A warmth and love now forgot

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a golden relic of prior days
they tell tales of djinns and genies
how did this object receive the name
it'd make an ideal canteen of gravy
my room does not illuminate
I've rubbed till wrist was cramped
when filled with oil, the blaze did rage
why do they call it a lamp

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you've ignited a fire

deep within my soul

that once was a blue ember

now burns gold 

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The Thorn / Michael Kwack

It seemed a big bird had flown;

For, onto the desk of my own,

A feather was falling,

Through the air fluttering.

As if in a dream did I gaze:

A tiny bird it was!

I stretched an arm,

And the bird got on my palm.

The whole body, in bright gold,

Was the wing of this bird.

Should I hold it on my palm?

Let it go afloat in...

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Waking up newly in love

Is there a more lyrical thing?

Mind focused on the one

Destined to wear your ring

Dawns depend on your mood

Roseate when things go well

Blue if you're feeling anxious

Black if you're living a hell

Rising slowly in sickness

Racked by aches and pains

Life teeming with negatives

Griefs but no sign of gains

Dawns depend on your...

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There once stood a chocolate tree, a bearer of desires. 

Its leaves melted when it inhaled passion.

Its fruits of fire

Set ablaze lands, verdant and barren.

Its bark was festooned in ribbons

Of rich gold and smooth caramel. 

Like Midas' touch, gluttony abundant,

The tree was nothing short of magical.

I basked in the shadow of the canopy

Atop the chocolate capped grass bl...

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The Midas Touch

I saved the life of Lady Luck

And as a thank you I was told

That all I touched metaphorically

Would surely turn to gold

This gift came with a caveat

That seemed to be quite fair

I mustn’t get too greedy

Or all would turn to despair

And from that day without a doubt

I’ve found this to be true

I’ve won small bets on horseracing

And a game...

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Wealth and extravagance

have an association with you,

Many a fool falls for your shine

and many have died for you, too

For children we only wish

them to be as good as you,

while some chase just money,

those diggers we eschew.

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The withy cross now gold!

An interlace of old,

That endless pleter braid

Beautifully arrayed:

An ornate gem to show

That love will always grow

His token glows through time

An endless poignant chime.

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The mental essentials
prescriptions to help us
Break the mold that is made for us ,
Dead or alive ,stories untold
Shallow individuals
Intrested in gold
The materialistic , the glamours are cold
With the evil besides us
and good surpressed in us
And fear of the unknown,
Potential untaped ,
Millions below us , the seven foot gap
Looks will be gone , but we are forever.
Embodied in  pict...

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Many years ago I was intrigued by the appearance on Perth roads of bumper stickers displaying the enigmatic statement that "The Goddess is Dancing". I had no idea what this advertising campaign was all about, so I put together my own preferred explanation.

The Goddess is Dancing

Far from the powdered sand-tracks

in dunes dry beyond ages,

past unwatered acacias

where the wh...

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TREASURE

Find the X on a map tattooed onto the skin of a dead man, it’s buried gold.

Do anything to get it, kill, burn, destroy to find your treasure. Watch out,

our pals will want it but I won’t let them, I can feel it in my bones.

It’s on the next island according to the map.

Now we arrive, it’s time to start digging.

Suddenly I’ve found it! Gold, rubies, e...

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