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A Better Place


"A Better Place"



il reste un trou où la 
vie a été ressentie;

où êtes-vous allé - 
pour suivre vos rêves?

Un meilleur endroit 
sans aucun doute.

l'amour.

toujours l'amour - 
c'est tout ce qui compte, ici et pour toujours.

l'amour.


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)



Brian Grainger - "Weathered Histories"/XavieRinato
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Lady Labyrinth

July 13, 2020 at 3:05 AM

An Interesting Conversation. David Lynch/Russell Brand

Lady Labyrinth

July 13, 2020 at 3:05 AM

https://youtu.be/GluEVaV49Zs

John Watt

July 12, 2020 at 6:13 PM

Love is all that matters. Well stated, Lady L, and congrats on your POTD today ~ john

Lady Labyrinth

July 12, 2020 at 6:28 PM

That is all that matters. That is what is our most important commodity. Thank you Monsieur Watt. x

Connie Marcum Wong

July 12, 2020 at 4:02 PM

Love is the answer Lady. Congratulations on your lovely poem being honored with POTD! Blessings xxoo

Lady Labyrinth

July 12, 2020 at 6:29 PM

Thank you Ms Marcom Wong. x

Ts Poetry

July 12, 2020 at 11:18 AM

Another victory for love

Lady Labyrinth

July 12, 2020 at 6:30 PM

I respond in kind. Another accolade for "Love" in your most recent ode. Love, you know who ...Love Joy Be. xx

Arturo Michael

July 12, 2020 at 11:05 AM

Congratulations Lady on POTD...A great idea too...

Lady Labyrinth

July 12, 2020 at 6:31 PM

The language of true Romance, the language of Love...well, Italian might have been more seductive. Regards, Eat-Love-Pray-Sleep-Wake-Eat-Love-....thank you, Senor. x

Frederic Parker

July 12, 2020 at 10:54 AM

your point is well taken, we are born from love

Lady Labyrinth

July 12, 2020 at 6:33 PM

...at the time of transition, that is all we shall be thinking of...we are born and we leave, hopefully we that planted firmly in our nature. Much Love monsieur to you and yours. x

Frederic Parker

July 11, 2020 at 9:25 PM

what I thought of when I saw that scene was we had just come through a generation of women clothed from head to foot and now that there was a little freedom the men in that era chose to put bathing suits on them and parade them around like cattle, women are correct we men are such pigs

Lady Labyrinth

July 11, 2020 at 11:12 PM

You make a valid point. However, the women had a choice to parade or not...the freshness and innocence in their smiling faces would seem to indicate they were happy to parade. I go back to the sentiments of my poem, and rather than enter a debate about the emancipation of women or not, the poem is about the significance of pursuing ones dreams to a better place, and that place, is one of Love.

Frederic Parker

July 11, 2020 at 3:42 PM

on Hadrian's Wall, a Roman soldier far from the wife he loved wrote Flavous was here, technology changes through the years, we stay the same...

Lady Labyrinth

July 11, 2020 at 7:12 PM

I loved the footage of voluptuous nubile women from a different era parading full fleshed in front of all the barking seals. xx I love this footage, of what would seem a better time, a better place, the beach with teeming life and of course....life is a rollercoaster, we all get off ... at the end of the ride "Someday". The footage inspired the poem.

Robert Lindley

July 11, 2020 at 10:58 AM

We must follow our dreams or else that vacancy may become haunted by unwanted guests. As love goes heart speaks with massive power when the cravings are immense. Very lovely and inspiring piece my friend. And fav. God bless..

Lady Labyrinth

July 11, 2020 at 7:14 PM

We must follow them, but make them happen, otherwise we remain on the ferris wheel. x

Ts Poetry

July 11, 2020 at 7:47 AM

Meet you in the 5th x

Lady Labyrinth

July 11, 2020 at 8:15 AM

silver bullets. better than garlic.

Ts Poetry

July 11, 2020 at 8:05 AM

juste content de te voir

Lady Labyrinth

July 11, 2020 at 8:02 AM

an gunna é sin i do phóca?

Lady Labyrinth

July 11, 2020 at 7:00 AM

Lady Labyrinth

July 12, 2020 at 5:38 AM

“It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.”