Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

The Emancipated

"The Emancipated"



See all the pretty words
perched on a tongue
like singing birds

Anagnorisis from 
the Poetic Aristotle
effecting affectations 

from the fangs 
a cutting
100th monkey

Sting the truth 
like a bee sipping nectar
kissing blooming minds

masked in soliloquay
lines of perdition 
beckoning mushrooms

atomic fusion 
drunken swallows
all sing in flattering discord 

ribbons of melting harmony
red bolsheviks in their own time
tightly strung emancipating

crumbs of such simple
knowledge 
found in golden maize of Rhyme

The Cherry Orchard
It is sold
In their final days

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

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Frederic Parker September 12, 2020 at 12:45 PM I don't know if it smells the same, but it all does come from the same dung lit realm of shade, as we pass through timeless eternity seeking acknowledgment from something that we were even here, one day it all ends and all the words that were are nevermore... Lady Labyrinth September 13, 2020 at 1:10 AM thumbs up...

Joseph P. DiMino August 28, 2020 at 5:59 PM "masked in soliloquy lines of perdition beckoning mushrooms"-- really like that. Sometimes that is all we can get from the darkness. They are loaded with nourishment, though we can't digest them -- the way they go in is the way they come out. Indeed, happiness is there to easily grasp...but we are preoccupied with a world of foolishness. Lady Labyrinth August 28, 2020 at 10:37 PM It's been a right old 'trip' these last 2-3 years in the Consomme Dimino. I read back some of my poems, and I think, gees...that is effing stupendous writing Lovejoy-Burton. Of course, it's all self-analysis and subliminal messages to myself and those I love, have loved. If anything is found stimulating in that (which I doubt) that another outside my sphere can take home with them...then being here, speaking to a wall, has all been worth it. Words go in and words go out, exactly the same as everyone else here in these esteemed pages. I'm no unicorn, it all smells the same. x

Lady Labyrinth August 21, 2020 at 6:01 AM "Deus ex machina Latin. English ‘god from the machine’ ; is a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem in a story is suddenly and abruptly resolved by an unexpected and unlikely occurrence. Its function can be to resolve an otherwise irresolvable plot situation, to surprise the audience, to bring the tale to a happy ending. Lady Labyrinth August 21, 2020 at 3:06 PM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/another_mans_treasure_1225073

Lady Labyrinth August 21, 2020 at 5:58 AM "deus ex machina" Lady Labyrinth August 21, 2020 at 5:58 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/deus_ex_machina_1056059

Lady Labyrinth August 21, 2020 at 12:57 AM "Man Eating Flower" Lady Labyrinth August 21, 2020 at 12:57 AM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/man_eating_flower__1220943

Ts Poetry August 20, 2020 at 5:14 PM They swing as they enjoy an everlasting sunset. Lady Labyrinth August 20, 2020 at 5:36 PM refer below. "get naked".... in the arena. :) thumbs up to your comment above.

Lady Labyrinth August 20, 2020 at 5:09 PM ;) Lady Labyrinth August 20, 2020 at 5:09 PM https://youtu.be/8-JXOnFOXQk