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Small Mutinies

"Small Mutinies" So what if my point of view is not that which wraps you in comfortably warm fluffed-up silky cashmere blankets of insecure insincerity simple scribbles bleating from the chirping crickets and frog croaking symphonies muddying waters cutting pristine lines of thought gunpowder glorious lit fuses and temporary trip wires while woolly wolves watch all the corralled sheep controlled hearts let loose out the gates running and waddling through life honking and cackling like Beatrix Potter's geese short and long small tall stories stretched and pinned like butterflies wings up against a wall painting life in abstract suspended and held up by teasing tweety birds on teflon canary swings crying, sufferin' succotash I tawt I taw a puddy tat he loves me she loves me not like lottery pulling numbers out of a hat small mutinies 6 under pushing up daisies we are all numbered days forget-me-nots still in school tangled up in our complexities and chalk theories don and damsel tight and tort dégât erased eventually ash to ash dust to dust essence charcoal written love notes air waves sounds, music mathematics a new language violin strings haunting our bodies casual we are sentenced causal conjunctions time counts its numbers its true power days hours seconds who here dares strip the wild flowers of all their pretty petals boils them in hot water slow steeped and torturous swiftly swallowing gossip spilling tea unromantically blowing their loud loquacious clown hooting golden trumpets wet and turned on, like electric light switches, shocked, they stick to each other like glue, gloating self gratification ingratiatingly without form knowledge, wisdom, substance, grace killing unknown Jonah bellied whales with their barbed wire nets while whispering fragile dandelions into their black holed abyss pushing troll armies uphill covered in their odorous brown satisfaction thinking they are pulchritudinous some mysterious scribes, poets burning tired worn scripts, are writing new prescriptions for the blue falling feathers from tsundoku tarot towers; they are quill-swimming in deeper oceans with sharks circling, fins and teeth waving their respect and utter devotions jaws holding firmly thrashing sharp agape love love Agape opening wide the minefield minds catching pearls small mutinies leave the pristine chlorinated swimming pools and diving boards; for the safety fools, risk is a medicine best not taken lifeguards holding binoculars sit in their lonely high seats bibbed and strapped in, perched like kookaburras upon their stable sures they watch the bloodied waters transforming love letters lost with new souls and smiling, appreciate the emerging embryonic glistening super powers the new teachers arisen from different baptismal lightening and thunder clap evolving intelligence simply scribble on the next whiteboard, like evangelists, Munch shout we are all back in school again not out unscrabbling life’s game scrabbled meanings seeking purpose in the symbols sealing words old yet new etched on higher ceilings what you are afraid of is your greatest strength new teeth chewing the ceiling’s broken glass Agape love love agape kill your darlings take life full and naked by the reigns riding confidently directing a different story sitting astride what you thought was the apocalypse dissolves into a new and better path our lives eclipse the mongers mouths open fish hooked voiceless lips on the drawing board written and red bleeding are scaled back to bone gutted become soup for the soul stewed and brewed they stop ancient goats and ghouls terraforming gaols they are still standing on the shoreline stuck on the watermark small fish still minnows back floating looking at the ceiling in blue sky school words inadequate “Who makes the rules?” (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) Halloween sufferin' succotash A common gag used for both Sylvester and Daffy is a tendency to go on a long rant, complaining about a subject and then ending it by saying "Sakes". Sylvester's trademark exclamation is "Sufferin' succotash!", which is said to be a minced oath of "Suffering Savior".

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/6/2021 11:38:00 PM

gvlm. Who Makes the rules? Kill your darlings, darling. Love Mum. x

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 11:39:00 PM

I am with you all the way.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/6/2021 5:37:00 PM

I shall write a more spooky Halloween poem closer to the date. But this is spooky enough for the time being.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

GVLM - Here is your assignment. Fond regards, SS.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:21:00 PM

1. You will receive a body. You may like it or not, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:20:00 PM

2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time, informal school called Life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:20:00 PM

3.There are no mistakes, only lessons. (personally, I am not 100% on this, for all 'humans' - as some mistakes are monumentally calculated and evil)...however, Growth is a process of trial and error, experimentation. The 'failed' experiments, are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately 'works'.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

4. A lesson is repeated until it is learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it, then you can go onto the next lesson.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of Life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

6. "There" is no better than "Here". When your "There" has become "Here", you will simply obtain another "There", that will again, look better than "Here".

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

7. Now this one is a beaut - "Others are simply 'Mirrors' of You". You cannot simply hate something about another person, unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. ;)

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

8. What you Make of Your Life is Up to You. You have all the tools and resources you need, what you do with them, is up to you. The 'choice' is yours.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

9. All Answers exist inside you. The answers to Life's questions exist inside you. All you need to do is look, listen and trust.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/6/2021 5:19:00 PM

10. Whether you think you can, or can't, in either case you'll be right. Think about it.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

Date: 10/5/2021 1:36:00 AM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_evolution_of_a_broken_heart_1000938

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/5/2021 12:41:00 AM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/black_dog_barks_1335532

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/5/2021 12:42:00 AM

furry darlings.

Susan Woodrow

Date: 10/4/2021 11:07:00 PM

So much to digest here but enjoyed the read… all i can say is that killing darlings is one of the most cliched writing rules and while I don’t like redundancy I do love words and the more used uniquely, the better :)

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/4/2021 11:52:00 PM

Halloween, for some, is about killing monsters. Some of us love our monsters more than we should. The hidden strength is inside, for some, confronting the f'ers. Happy Halloween season, regards, off shore somewhere swimming with sharks.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/4/2021 5:48:00 PM

gvlm. Who Makes the rules? Kill your darlings, darling. Love Mum. x

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/5/2021 12:00:00 AM

I am with you all the way.