All that Glitters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An admiring glance
fleeting comment
unaware
the money tree had
already chosen me.

Hands touched my shoulders
two smiles met my eyes
sparkling like the leaves
on that tree I’d just seen.
Identical faces and voices spoke with
tangible excitement
love shinning through.

“We knew you liked this Bren
so, we bought it for you.”

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Walking around an open air flea market one day with my identical twin nephews who were around 9/10 at the time.. I’d spotted a golden money tree because the leaves were moving in the breeze and were sparkling and glittering.
As we walked past… I’d said how lovely it was, just asking a few pennies, but I walked by.

A few minutes later both my nephews tapped each shoulder and were beaming as I turned around, they’d gone back and spent some of the money we’d given them on buying that little tree for me.
It touched my heart so deeply… just that they wanted to please me and I have kept that little tree for many years now. Dean and Daniel ‘my boys’… both have children of their own now and they probably won’t even remember giving me that little tree but..it is one of my most prized posessions.

It’s not worth a thing to anyone else…travelled half way across the world, been squashed completely out of shape with the many moves I’ve had to make and lost leaves that I then am determined I will find and, do find, to put back on it….It sits always in sight where it catches a breeze and still moves and glitters with the sunlight.

When all is said and done, it never comes down to how much money we have. It always comes back to one thing that matters most of all… to being loved and, to love.

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Tears of a Rose

Reflections dance here and there
across the waters pure
luring thoughts to once was love
of a butterfly
capricious in mood
…so flighty.

Love never says goodbye.

Passion showed in the reddest
red glow of heart’s and soul’s
on fire
every word and every line
a flame of deep desire.

But,
hunger grows a chasm
a great divide
words now relegated to a
place of shrugged indifference

and, what of joy and sorrow
each a part of yesterday
(God grant there’ll be a tomorrow)
to get it right, again.

To ride the crest of waves
turn circles in a sea of air

watch lips open
… expectant

while petals await their first kiss of dew
to present them as gifts
from the heart
bequeathed as tears of a rose.

~*~

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Superstar


God given talent
(or not)
we humans place others
on pedestals.

Build them up.
Turn them into superstars.

Cherish each word
each gesture
each appearance they make
with a guarantee to put yet more
dollar signs in their eyes
along with stars
until they begin to really believe
they’re invincible and can
walk on water.

But,
how quickly the American dream
can become a full-fledged nightmare.
A nauseating nausea of
drugs, sex, anorexia
and plastic faces paid for
with plastic money

Until one day their star
begins to wane.
They displease us
and, fickle…
we move onto the next
new idol’s name, so we can
build them up
ready to shoot them
down in flames.

~*~

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This is just some thoughts on how all the fame and fortune in the world, doesn’t bring real happiness. We humans are so fickle. What we love one day, we’ll throw away the next and move onto something new. In making them superstars they leave the people behind who would tell them ‘No, you can’t” and become surrounded by ‘Yes men.’ People who give them what they want because they want and they’re never told ‘No, it isn’t right to do this’ anymore. Because they have so much money and are chased everywhere they go, they then isolate themselves and begin to lose touch with reality. Turn to drink, drugs, to keep them on a high so they can perform. Have sex thrown at them, on a plate.
Yes, they lose touch with what is the true reality of the world.
The American dream isn’t such a wonderful thing for a lot of superstars in the end, really.

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Space and Time


Thoughts quietly take to flight
given their wings
are now timeless and free to paint
their own canvas in an endless sky.

Seasons change with gracious days as
souls that open to love expand beyond
all obstacles in their way.

There are none so wise as those
who know
they know nothing.

Each breath
Each tear
Each thought

A silent wish or, prayer
carried on gentle sighs
to where eternity bears a name
in unbreakable forms
of testimony.

All around us

there are undying legacies to its cause
no matter the space between words
no matter the depth between lines.

~*~

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Legends

A lone drum beats
matching the rhythm of my heart
touches the deepest part
with its sensual call.

Someone, somewhere
is writing a new history
in hues of black or blue
and, stone too, in time
will unfold the legend.

Those were the days my
friend, when memories fade
but love will always
find you.

Eyes meet as souls greet
with an old familiarity
As if they’ve loved before
in other lifetimes so
long ago and far away.

Time flies but nothing is
ever really left unsaid

No matter how ancient
from beginning to end

We learn if we listen
with our heart

There is no language
or legend
that cannot be read.

~*~

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Carry on Tuesday #124

The Time Machine

This was no accident he was here by his own design and, expecting some sort of action whilst sat in his latest contraption.
He pushed  a lever forward, engaging both clutch and gears feeling the motor spin into motion… he would soon move through the years.
The engine first spluttered and… flustered, he watched the dial begin at 1900 then climb up steadily through a decade and more. To be sure he could believe his own eyes a look through his window, sees him espy passers-by  some jostle in their rush, others strolling deep in their chat.  He was on the outside looking into another world. Pushing the lever forward again, he watched as the mannequin in the shop window opposite was dressed in many different styles as the years advanced, occasionally outrageous fashions yet, he remained entranced… as time, for him, marched on.

‘The Time Machine’ was written by H. G. Wells in 1895. Very forward thinking for that time.
It tells the story of an inventor in Victorian England constructs a time-travelling machine which he uses to travel to the future. There was a movie made in 1960 with Rod Taylor, Alan Young and Yvette Mimieux.
Another was made in 2002 with Guy Pierce in the lead role which was directed by Simon Wells, the author’s great-grandson. I’m not too sure I’d want to time travel in that old chair but, it is pretty Victorian looking.

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Smoke & Mirrors

Although we see with our eyes
often we refuse to see that which
doesn’t please
But mirrors never lie
no, mirrors never lie.

A heart of glass
shattered from the resonance
of silence
created a thousand pieces
message in each shape
crystal clear
yes crystal clear
and, each piece cuts as clean.

A soul reached through a
fog of smoke and mirrors
to touch another who
wasn’t in the same place
and
sometimes trust has to fly
yes, trust has to fly on, with
broken wings.

~*~

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Not too sure I did this right, the prompt was about repetition with words or lines.
Hope it fits the prompt. It isn’t about any person or any one thing in particular, just some jumbled thoughts.

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