Best All That Glitters Is Not Gold Poems
Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You,
Sonnet Doubles
Aphrodite, princess of my romantic dreams
burning flames to my heart's inner desires
your beauty gifted, a poetic soul redeems
goddess of love, true love that never tires.
Underneath moon's golden rays and heavenly nights
we meet, in a dreamland made just for two
your vision bringing forth love's most sensual light
passionate touch, Cupid's arrows shot true.
Aphrodite, no heart can your deep love deny
or satisfaction from your every kiss
you are soft twinkle of stars in radiant sky
epitome of love, life, joyous bliss.
Within this heaving breast, is your heart to now hold.
Your passionate embrace, I am forever sold.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( Forever Lost In The Sweet Depths Of A True Love )
Note:
Aphrodite:
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aphrodite-Greek-mythology
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Remember All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Within a silken tapestry of dreams
are golden orbs of glittering treasures
life is too often not what it may seem
if we in haste seek only our pleasures.
Far better to view Nature, its beauty
as if a mere child just learning to walk
knowing life is a gift not a duty
we oft may learn more without idle talk.
Cease snatching up offerings this world casts
those tempting traps that look to be so free
Ulysses was pleading, bound to ship's mast
to jump overboard, drown in raging seas.
Remember all that glitters is not gold.
Bountiful are worldly lies we are told.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( If it looks to good to be true, almost always it isn't)
though glittering more
All that glitters is not gold
but imitation
imitation gold
wife imitates husband mood
imitation love!
-11/28/2019 9: 11: 00 PM CTG, BD
Look at the floor of heaven
Laid with patterns of bright gold
For us, they are but little orbs
But in his motion
Like angels, they sing
So many songs of harmony
To the souls of immortals
And while this muddy vesture of decay
Does gross in them
We mortals cannot hear it.
Hold your fortune for your bliss
A gentle scroll
A diamond ring
All gone
Loss upon loss
Life upon life
Death upon death
Pain upon pain
A man of the people
The villainy the beasts taught him
That he executed
Until things fell apart
Judge him not
And mourn him as a legend
Chinualumogu!
For whose sake
The Arrow of the gods granted justice.
Christopher Okigbo called them beasts
David Diop called them vultures
For me
They were weeds on our soil
Colonial masters
Who awakened our sleeping lions
Achebe threw the bomb
And died before it exploded
This cooled his friends
And awakened his enemies
They laughed at his losses
And scorned all his gains
He sought no revenge
Yet his silence scrapped all nations
Thwarted their bargains
And with two heads of fools
He repaid them for one
And then There was a Country
He chose not what many men desired
And rejected the barbarous multitude;
Crystallized the inferiority complex
And fought back to back
For Africa.
No ill luck stirred at first
No tears but of our shedding
No sighs but our breathing
Various creditors sprang
Enemies arose
Yet he'd give up nothing for the wilderness of monkeys
Nor for the generation of wolves
An ambassador of love rarely seen
His pleas were for the taunted and corrupt
And with his graciously seasoned works
He obscured the shows of evil
What damned error!
But some superior would bless and approve it with a text
Hiding the grossness with faint ornaments.
Look on beauty
And you shall see
It is purchased on the weight
Often have you been told
That all that glitters is not gold
Farewell, the hope of Africa
For now, your suit is cold
We love and miss you
But our prayers with you shall be
Oh, Lord!
Arise and await
For his gentle spirit
Unto you dear God
Commits itself to be directed
The Beautyful ones are indeed not yet born
But the born indeed are most beautifully precious
Adieu Albert!
The grass is always greener on the other side: says who?
It may just be perception not necessarily the truth
Ugly is not bad neither is beautiful necessarily good
It may be just perception
You see my son with wisdom you will begin to see in between the lines,
Of seemingly complex issues.
Thinking a river is shallow might be wrong perception.
In times of trouble never be in a hurry to take decisions just like the wrong, misconception of a river being shallow.
In the same vein don’t hurry to jump into every matter with your mouth first,
It is a foolish act.
You see when the spirit man is well fed you perceive differently
Eureka! You begin to see opportunities everywhere.
Impossibilities become impossible.
How dangerous it is for a man to use the binoculars of-
flesh to view the supposedly greener grass on the other side
All that glitters is not gold as the saying goes,
Even in the spiritual Satan parades himself as an angel of light.
Perceive rightly and you are in for bliss
For wise choices and decisions will always be profitable
So what rules your sight?
What do you see?
Are you optimistic?
Who are your friends?
These we ponder over as we journey the earth
Heaven or Hell bound are all destinations
Heavenly supernatural perception remains king in this fallen world
The only recipe to win the battles of life
Even as we bask in the glory of Jehovah
Shalom
They thought he was a harmless fool.
His hair dyed black
And eyebrows pencilled in,
The silver outfits -
Shoulders huge -
And platform shoes.
His lyrics less than lyrical,
Chanted, shouted
At his concerts;
His hits always played at parties.
A has-bean humoured,
Perhaps patronised,
His antics tolerated.
But Gary Glitter had a dark secret…
Jack Horne for Nette's Glitter contest
I-mage is just misleading,
S-ome things appear so nice;
A-ll that glitters is not gold,
B-eauty deceives our eyes.
E-verything that glitters is not gold, things might look worthwhile;
L-ater we shall find ourselves dismayed without a smile.
D-ay six October morn
I-n our view is a calm river;
A-nother zone of serenity
S-ilences those talking louder.
A-llow not eyes to judge a thing,
N-either new one nor old;
T-ry to sense the inner part,
A-ll that glitters is not gold.
Soaring into the air,
strafing the clear blue skies
traversing land and moutains high,
the eagle flies, a bird of awesome size.
It's wings, huge bellows trapping air,
send tiny creatures into spasms with fear.
Stooping low, talons drawn
scoop up unsuspecting prey
an innocent hare out to play
then lays its find in a nest on high
food for another day.
Birds in the air tremble and roll
at the flap of its mighty wings
that slice through currents of air,
a powerful force on course
to a distant shore.
Silent like the wind that blows,
the clouds that float,
it sweeps the highs and lows
a haughtier bird we'll never know
nor witness allure so rare.
With feathers of winking gems, illusive hues
teased by playful rays of the sun,
It streaks accross oceans deep
turning waves into defensive ones
that hope the eagle will not stay
but continue on its merry way.
Despite it all, man can only
stand in awe, so rare,so wondrous a sight.
With oohs and ahhs he stands agape,
transfixed by a beauty untold
yet remembers too the sayings of old
All that glitters...is not gold.
Atomic number seventy nine,
A precious metal that sure does shine.
Sought by many, claimed by few,
Prospecting was the thing to do.
Found and used in all forms of life,
Sealing the bond with my dear wife.
It is noble and so versatile.
Some is visible when I smile
Symbol Au, from its Latin form,
Aurum, meaning shining dawn.
Used in food, E one seven five.
Olympic aim for which to strive.
A brilliant alloy, carat by measure.
Worn by ladies, gives them pleasure.
Lots of jewellery, plenty of bling,
Some find it attractive, that’s the thing.
Given to Jesus by three wise men,
A gift to treasure now as then.
Please remember what you’ve been told,
All that glitters is not Gold.
Orphan you poor thing
Orphan you poor thing,
So you are all alone now, no mom, no dad, just you
I know dear, I know that in this point in time life seems meaningless
I know you feel rejected, unwanted,
Could it be because of the people around you?
Orphan you poor thing,
There you are sitting in a dark room all by yourself,
Swimming in a pool of salty water from your eyes
Wishing mommy and daddy were there with you.
You sit there alone, you fear the dark, and you fear the night,
Each night brings you a new terrible reality of nightmares.
Out to hurt you? Out to rip you off you who know? They just might.
Child, you know by now that all that glitters is not gold,
People you thought loved you, will live you out in the cold,
The love they had for you when your parents were still alive,
That love has suddenly grown old,
And like all the old things, the love will vanish into thin air without a trace.
And in no time, they will even forget about you child,
Worry not my dear, weeping only last through the night,
Happiness will come in the morning
Soon you will forget that you too were mourning.
Poor Orphan
When the sun rises, go out there,
See what can do, deal with your fears,
Wipe away those tears,
And see what lies ahead
Use your head
Think, use your brain, use your intelligence,
That my dear is something they will never take away from you.
Poor orphan
You will work hard and build you old legacy
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, hard work surely pays.
When they see fruits of your hard work, they will be in pain,
They will remember all the bad things they said to you, all your hard work wont b in vain
Beyond their expectation, you will be successfully rich,
Then they will call you names, among others, they will say you are a witch.
But worry not child more insults will come, so will more accusations.
They will call you a thief and say you steal,
But worry not child for you will heal.
You will heal from the low self-esteem, low confidence.
Soon you will forgive them because a great future lies ahead
Don’t stop working hard in every possible way
And you will see poor orphan things will go your way.
Remember Poor Orphan, you are not going through this alone
There are millions others going through the same worldwide,
Self-pity won’t help.
Get up and work hard.
And to all those I have wronged
I am remorseful
For my life is an enigma
And at times I lose my way
Like a mad dog that goes astray
Enslaved by tribulations
That fails to go away
And reason becomes an absurdity
As my sanity fades away
Like a stallion
In the misty wilderness
Who comes back at dawn?
My mind awakes
Replenish with life with the warmth of the sun
And rejuvenates like a new born
To drink from the lake of life
And to start another sojourn on earth
To get what is left to take
And remember those I shall never forget
And those I shall not forsake
Dreams unfilled
Living a life that is less thrilled
Ruled by plutocrats and kleptocrats
Who served the god of money
He takes your soul in return for a drop of honey
Friends come and friends go like the autumn wind
It s cold
So is life
For all that glitters is not gold
Standing on principle is worthless in the land of lunatics
Where religion is used as a weapon
By the raging fanatics
And freedom is used to enslave you more
For the oppressors we see
Are worse than the oppressors we saw
It is worthless for a bleeding pauper
The world sees not those who suffer
Except those who bask in the euphoria of wealth and stupidity
And who disgust those who live a life of humility
For the puppet master still pulls my strings
He is the god we see
Who controls all that life brings
And those artificial things
But time will vindicate the righteous
If you are true indeed so
When it blows
The wind of change
Everybody knows
Sound of chance
Fills the air
And ends your despair
Time servers and sycophants will perish
So will all that they cherish!
And relish
Hidden secrets locked away in the chest of the truth
Now unlocked
And I regain exuberance
Like I have bathed in the Fountain of Youth
For I have vowed to speak the truth
Parasites and worms that feed on the dead and the living
But never care for others because
They are never giving
Kings and nobleman were born of slaves
They are blind when they hold the mantle of authority
They fall because they know not the meaning of prosperity
A divide house can never stand
So let us unite
Just the other day, I had drawn an imaginary castle
I knew all the pathways to the glittered dreams
As I got nearer and nearer to touch
The dreams started blurring with reality
The pathways got narrowed down, even for the sun to gaze
the wicket closed off me
Despair overshadowed my life
As I ambled in the lawn
The moat delighted with the reflection of the sun
There is no such thing as ‘lost hope.’
When ‘life’ is still there
That’s when a new life commenced as I awoke.
There is nothing to fear but fear itself
All that glitters is not gold
I chose to dip my whole self into the unknown
Into the sea of the likelihood
For each day to have a new and different sun
To have an endlessly changing horizon
We’re all on a quest for true significance;
real encounters; inner peace and inspiration.
You will take my hand, make no mistake
Just like the sea shimmering in the sunlight
Well, I’ll take what you give and
oh, so much more, ‘cause
The fear of the unknown,
Does not scare me anymore.
I wonder what on Earth the waves might bring...
Why I married him God knows,
For all that glitters is not gold,
Was it pride or just ambition,
Was I just a mirage sold.
I’m a woman not a Queen
For a King that wants it all,
Beauty, trinkets, the good life,
His demands take quite some gall.
They forget that I’m a model
Of the run-ways not the halls,
Give me light and adulation,
Not the hustings nor the polls.
Let me live the life he promised
Of the pampered trophy wife,
Little caring of the details
With no thought for other’s strife.
I may sound unduly callous,
It’s my heritage of birth,
A people molded by adversity,
Of solid muscle, not wide girth.
Hear these words now loud and clear
In case my motives appear trite,
He promised wealth for my rare beauty,
The only trade for me that’s right.
So what the media calls me needy,
I do my duty and then some,
To Mar el lago am I headed,
This draughty White House makes me numb.
Many men today will walk away
from a plain rock that they may come across
but unlike most men, I know that there's beauty within
and will keep it while they suffer a loss.
A diamond to most is reason to brag and to boast
because it glitters and is lovely to see
but I'll tell you what, a diamond uncut
would be passed by most easily.
A woman to me, is like a diamond you see
men go for those that other men would like to meet
but many a guy will pass right by
a plain woman that is just as lovely and sweet.
I've found that a plain woman can truly love a man
so can an obese woman or what ever the case
if men were truly smart, they'd search a woman's heart
and not just look for a beautiful face.
The beauty that men see could lead to treachery
if true love is not involved
to find a good women men must look for love not lust
and truly love her, then their problems would be solved.
A plain woman you see has inner beauty
like a diamond that's trapped in a stone
however, many men hunt a shine or nice body design
wich is why many men are always alone.
Let's just face the facts, unless this is how she acts
there is no such thing as an ugly woman to me
men, we should not judge in haste we all have different taste
besides, ugliness is in the heart, not in what we see.
All that glitters is not gold so I've been told
therefore, I never judge a book by it's cover
a woman with no shine could still be made mine
and I wouldn't care how she looks to another.
Women likewise, pass up on good guys
for the handsomer men that they long to hold
but they should look twice for there are men just as nice
they are just harder to see, like burried gold.
All men and women out there should take heed and take care
of your love ones whether they are pretty to you or not
for there's plenty of others who'll see the beauty in your lovers
and will steal what you don't know you've got.
So when out on a date or seeking a mate
don't pass up the plain her or plain him
look well before you leap, for that rock you don't keep
could indeed be an unpolished gem.
by
Benjamin Macieo Davis
ThePrinceofPoetry
Illusion
It looks like what it is not
It's not always what it seems
All that glitters is not gold
Though it's summer, some feel cold
At the point dream meets reality
Reality may become an illusion
It leaves me blinded in oblivion
Until I say my opinion
We live in a world of illusion
I've seen blind folks with vision
Mirror images give lateral inversion
Yet we admire the distortion
The same way we love to brag
Even when there's nothing in the bag
O'er the board we nag
Weakened by misfortune some sag
On the pulpit mounts a humbug
Tongue spitting gibberish
Hallucination baptised as vision
Ripping off his sole mission
The more we look, the less we see
The devil plays the Saint
Bet not a cent
In the darkness lies the truth
Images in the head like kaleidoscope
Flight of ideas sweet as honey
Ecstasy sweeter than ******
'Tis from grass; illusion
Unnoticed my being grows
Amidst a crowd of crows
Your eyes see me not
That's the greatest blot
Let me remind you of my faithfulness
My journey from being to nothingness
The fault is not yours
Wisdom is not in weak souls
In your company lots of fools appear
It is high time for me to disappear
All that glitters is not gold
Unfortunately about this you were not told