All that Glitters is not Gold..
I wrote this poem in one sitting in Dorset in my campervan Foxy for the Bardic Gorsedd for Yniswitren trials, Glastonbury..(Druidic tradition)
I tentatively read this to the public for the first time EVER..
And got through to the finals perfroming infront of hundreds at out local Assembly Rooms..I received initiation as Bard which was very special beneath Glastonbury Tor, we brought down the Awen, the inspiration…
From this I have gone on to become The Bling Gypsy, performing at Open Mics and set up a poetry group Goddess Aloud to encourage local poets(men and women) to get their talents heard …
All that Glitters is not Gold.. belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" and The Word TreeHave you heard of the tales of ‘Glam-ourie’?
Long since practised by the sidhe
And still precticed by ‘he’ or ‘she’
In this town so sacred Glastonbury..
So beware of the ‘Glam-ourie’!
Gwynn up Nudd invited a Christain monk to see
The faerie halls and banquets of revelry
But, holy water he did throw upon Gwynns parade of pomp and show,
Left him abandoned o the Tor in wind and in snow ..
Strange masked faces at the ball..
For nothing is ever all what you think you see..
Watch out for pixie trickery!
Glastonbury draws cosmic cadets,
Kaleidoscopic travelers ,
Pagan princesses and..
Psychadelic faeries(to name but a few)..
Let us not forget to live in honour by;
Stone, sea, leaf and tree..
for all that glitters dances on the sea..
In a droplet of dew lives a world of endless possibility..
You see what glitters most are the waves of you soul..
Beating against your heart shore to make you whole..
So do not be bought by the trinkets of a false spirituality.
Watch the money-grabbers fall,
Replace them with something
More beautiful,
More bountiful,
More magical..
Share the nectar of inspiration,
Smoke that pipe of peace..
May the greed and the mining come to cease!
For you see all that glitters isn t truly gold..
Be warned of ‘the Glam-ourie’
Dont get burnt like the moth fluttering to the light..
be instead in your gold of pure delight..
Reach, ever reaching back to
Stone, sea, leaf and tree..
Go beyond, far beyond the ‘Glam-ourie”
Dive into this moment, it’s already here!!
Live a life of freedom without the fear,
So say the wise ones of today and yesteryear.
Fill yourselves wit that golden light of ‘you,
In your own golden light be true.
To be me , is far beyond …
The Glam-ourie.
For we are the harmony,
the harmony is us,
It lives in the lovers first and
Last embrace,
In our most silent heart space..
For you do not need ‘the Glam-ourie’
Just..
B R E A T H E..
For the gold,
The real gold,
The true gold,
Is to have a heart…..
Of gold….
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