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"Paper Tigers" eyes mark slow time spotting leopard rhyme never changing its spots black balled white pops the want-to-be bees sting the dripping honey spot slapping cards down kitty pots are shuffled bluffing intelligentsia between the gaps flatulent poets floss their teeth waxing lyrical strings tied to the weary mirrored soliloquy cheap conversations like thin cotton threads on a spinning wheel reeled in marked inconsequentially by small thimbles worn as armour pricks blood from a laureate limerick sad in its slapstick wet the fingers turn the pages theatrical degradation moves in well-dressed stages sucker-punched by trolls who belong in a dark Hieronymus Bosh have gone all dutch with Latin diabolus tying hearts and minds to ducking chairs immersed in the blood from discarded hearts unholy and baptismal all good poets must float to the top during the Poetry Assizes a small death before rebirth time stops, their life as poet starts Love craving light is born with soft lips and sharp teeth hungry and emerging visceral and wanting from dark hubris straight from the poet’s mind the mouth is sewn shut the words begin to fly like Hamlet’s Ravens black habits undressed like a nun more than ready before bed holding prayer with bless’ed crucifix on her knees she prays, “two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both I took the one less travelled” prowling with paper tigers who pretended to be poets I sat in their laps reading their growls and watching the lyrical naive romancing high school minds parked on perpetual sedentary thrones legacies grinning winning light voltage 100 high slow dark watts roll over in their rainbow unicorn dreaming flower beds like wilting pale blue forget-me-nots swallowing the sweets that are sent misunderstanding the beauty buried underneath the velvet Pink Roses of Heliogabalus Paper Tigers chasing Lions all knowing (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) "The Boiling Point" / The The https://youtu.be/tBnI8edwcFY “Begin, murderer, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.” "Truth is truth, lies are lies Headlines strike between the eyes But when is a word not a word? How's the meaning been reversed?" “Oppressit in tricliniis versatilibus parasitos suos violis et floribus, sic ut animam aliqui efflaverint, cum erepere ad summum non possent.” The Roses of Heligabalus latin translation - https://useum.org/artwork/The-Roses-of-Heliogabalus-Lawrence-Alma-Tadema-1888 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Roses_of_Heliogabalus "The Road Not Taken", Robert Frost https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken Paper Tiger https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_tigerdehttps://www.luthercollege.edu/university/academics/impetus/spring-2011/the-unique-concept-of-the-witch-and-the-witch-trials-in-early-modern-england/ Assizes Assize. def. noun HISTORICAL plural noun: assizes a court which formerly sat at intervals in each county of England and Wales to administer the civil and criminal law. In 1972 the civil jurisdiction of assizes was transferred to the High Court, and the criminal jurisdiction to the Crown Court. The Assizes. https://www.luthercollege.edu/university/academics/impetus/spring-2011/the-unique-concept-of-the-witch-and-the-witch-trials-in-early-modern-england/ Cucking stool. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cucking_stool Pink - Gender. Sexuality. Politics. Social Movements. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinko LYRICS/ "The Boiling Point", The The https://genius.com/The-the-boiling-point-lyrics

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Date: 6/18/2021 12:44:00 PM
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers....", but here in the soup, it's The Beautiful People. This was a delight to read.
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Date: 6/15/2021 9:50:00 AM
Some aren't playing with a full deck whereas you are queens full of hearts x
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/16/2021 1:17:00 PM
I am Rider Waite 8.
Date: 6/14/2021 1:07:00 PM
"Apologies for only responding now. I had to turn my back on it all yesterday, or I would have written something incredibly scathing the likes of napalm. I feel that writers, good writers, and 'poets' surely are inspired by each other and do not denigrate others to the point, where one feels their heart has been ripped out and there is no point to continue...life, or writing...
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/14/2021 1:08:00 PM
There are some absolute morons and spectacular bullies and predatorial creeps in the place, who are not writers - but merely there to feed their own monster and feel better about destroying another human being - they are sad and always, to be pitied." Letters from the Paper Tiger War Zone.
Date: 6/14/2021 12:50:00 PM
"Why is it, do you think, that other poets and writers (not all, but a lot – and not just in the Consomme), delight in denigrating the work of others? We must be an outrageously neurotic ego driven lot, hungry to stamp our mark on the world, or swing an eternal last sucker punch at it." A writer.
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Date: 6/13/2021 6:05:00 AM
This in my judgment should definitely be awarded POTD.. Or is truth now selectively verboten? In my youth my dog was my truest friend. I swore to love her 'til the very end. Yet years of growth brought a divide. A chasm that grew deep and ever so wide. And sad to say, that love never died. 'TIL reality proved I had lied. Time washed away those sweet childish days. And in me instilled world's dark manly ways...
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/13/2021 7:01:00 AM
Let it reflect that light back to blind them. And march steadily forward into the conflict with blade slashing and truth as your invincible shield. That blood flows is inevitable in war. Never, ever, give up.. That is key to victory-either death or victory... This dark and evil world does not allow for compromise when ones enemy is hellbent on ones destruction.. And my friend, I too have many dozens of scars...
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/13/2021 6:52:00 AM
With age and hard fought battles, there arrives wisdom - my armour is not pristine and shiny - it is well worn. This is not at all unrecognised or new to me Lindley. My armour still reflects light.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/13/2021 6:43:00 AM
Ahhhhhhhhhh, well the bones are not soft and easily broken as is the human heart! So perhaps -crash the gate, slay the beasts and shout at the devil. Truth, I have done such many times in my life and even lived to tell about it. However, never once did I ever escape totally unscathed. No way, there is-always- a price to pay when one has the courage to stand with the truth. This dark, and massively evil world sees to that sad reality my friend.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/13/2021 6:19:00 AM
I am way too pink, I fear Lindley. And it might be a little too close to the bone.
Date: 6/13/2021 5:55:00 AM
Every stanza brilliant but this one especially stood out to me- "" straight from the poet’s mind the mouth is sewn shut the words begin to fly like Hamlet’s Ravens black habits undressed like a nun more than ready before bed holding prayer with bless’ed crucifix"" Yes, there be darkness here. And its powers are born from a hellish hate. As mortals are too oft driven to such. And remain blinded to their own misdeeds.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/13/2021 6:45:00 AM
when blade has been drawn- let it taste blood or else sharpen it more for the next time it -will- be needed. And the reality is -it will always be needed. This dark, savage world and its legions of minions sees to that reality and fate.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/13/2021 6:02:00 AM
those Roses of Heligabalus...hmm puts a whole new perspective on beauty and treachery .... now the Assizes, is so contemporary. Without dark, no light. Your blogs are about the most interesting of the lot.
Date: 6/13/2021 5:52:00 AM
Greek history, mythology, dying emperors, dead artist, fantastic painting and remnants of debauchery and the merging of all of that in modern poetry. Surely a feast, to any that can see truth and beauty in creativity, originality, revelations that sing out of the devilry of darkness. Hence the brief poem fragment it just inspired from my not yet fully awakened pen.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/13/2021 6:51:00 AM
I was once told , -smother them with kindness... With me being me- A southern man born and bred- I only heard --"smother them"..lol For he was not talking about angels but those in life that backstab and live to destroy others. Life seems to always have an abundance of that type. Those strange gods will readily attest to that despicable and most sorrowing fact... So care for the trees and shoot the invading beasts... Always worked for me....
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/13/2021 6:23:00 AM
"While blighted forests listens to cackle of crows"... I can make of my forest whatever I damn well please - and I will. There is magic in my forests, strange gods come and go....
Date: 6/13/2021 5:47:00 AM
Of beauty, paintings, flowers and smothering Art. Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start. Or trapped lamb, prisoner, shear its own white fleece. By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece. Whilst dawn's beauty loses its most radiant glow. As blighted forests listens to cackles of crows... Your poem, a definite masterpiece in this old poet's opinion. And truly a welcomed fav too. God bless..
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/13/2021 6:55:00 AM
D.H. Lawrence, had it right. To thine own self be true. Cultivate an unbreakable soul. Polish and sharpen a much needed blade and summon the knowledge to know when , where, how to use it. Life and honor demands that one fights when attacked. As dad always said, "hold your ground, face the enemy and ALWAYS- give them hell."
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/13/2021 6:25:00 AM
D.H. Lawrence had it down to the bone and I will always stand by what he wrote, “This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
Date: 6/12/2021 10:34:00 PM
Not De Beauvoir.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/12/2021 10:34:00 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/not_de_beauvoir_1245050
Date: 6/12/2021 10:31:00 PM
The Elemental's Confession as a Peace Offering.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/12/2021 10:31:00 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_elementals_confession_as_a_peace_offering_1247308
Date: 6/12/2021 10:12:00 PM
War and Peace in the Time of Love's Retribution.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/12/2021 10:13:00 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/war_and_peace_in_the_time_of_loves_retribution_1292360
Date: 6/12/2021 9:52:00 PM
Spilt Milk.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/12/2021 9:52:00 PM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/spilt_milk_1317300

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