Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Our Meridian

"Our Meridian"



We are all 
barefoot 

ultra green
We are

strange 
familiars

We are
constant

circumferencing

Each second
Each minute

Each hour
Every day

Each Year
Our Meridian

We are all 
ignorant,

We are all
important

subservient 
docile

and sentient
in our truth

We 
are absent

Yet
primed

the internal 
eternity of Us

whispering 
in our minds

"IT"
comes soon,

Our Time
Our Centre

the meeting place
the point,

Our Meridian.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




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“I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, 
snatching up a lunascope and 
throwing it into the fireplace. 
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH,
I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, 
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
"You do care," said Dumbledore. 
He had not flinched or made a single move
to stop Harry demolishing his office. 
His expression was calm, almost detached.
"You care so much you feel 
as though you will bleed to death 
with the pain of it.”
J.K. Rowling, Order of the Phoenix





“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
William Shakespeare

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Robert Lindley September 12, 2020 at 6:14 AM *Does ever eternity, mortal souls beckon *We in fragile shells, its calls so deftly defy *Because of our deep lusting, dark set and wanton *We seek our malignant pleasures before we die? *In our vast swirling soup of craven vanities *Our own dark deceits imprison our aching souls *Life culminates, dreams fill up with insanity *Blinded to truth, justice and life's great coming tolls. As always your brilliant poetry inspires verses, that I must dash down in ink, my friend.. A fav.. God bless.. Robert Lindley September 15, 2020 at 6:34 AM I am pleased to say, that I have now finished and posted the complete poem my friend. I must again hank you for your great poem that inspired the comment and then the idea given by you for me to complete the piece. I have so immensely enjoyed to journey to complete this poem..Thank you and God bless.. Robert Lindley September 14, 2020 at 2:18 AM Thank you my friend. I have added it to my list to finish. Certainly in life we come upon many minor crossroads before we though time and fate find the big one. And it is in that great unknown that we so oft err. In that multitude of choices we get lost in unfathomable maze and trudge onward in a blind journey. The big question is when do we --again see? Or do we ever again see? I think the answer lies in what the heart decides. Does it wake and ask for guidance and mercy? If so , we leave the dark path and enter the light-- hope then returns. We are not home yet but we can see the doorway and if we hold course, we will reach the destination that was originally intended. Sad part is , so many never stop blindly trudging onward in the cold, hard, absymal darkness. God bless. Lady Labyrinth September 12, 2020 at 7:23 PM Above excellent as always Poet, I look forward to reading the full delivery at some point over the coming days and shall leave my thoughts. We are all heading towards the same destination. What happens at the Cross Roads, is measured by our belief and faith and how we master the current journey (that has already been written for us, long ago) and how we receive the messages implanted along the way and act upon them.

Ts Poetry September 9, 2020 at 9:08 AM It is within the minutes that we find peace Lady Labyrinth September 9, 2020 at 3:17 PM It's acknowledged as a "quiet acceptance"....and we move on.