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“The True Mother”
What part of a heart in another could one trust when betrayal comes like a silver bullet words and deeds sharp piercing to burrow bleed out Life’s dreams rust crumbles to dust Virulent apathy spreads Betrayal’s destruction hand in hand with death of all that you gave to your bantam shadow arrives all too fast, all too fast, nevermore no waking dawn nevermore no sleep hugged dew kissed dusk To wake your bantam shadow breakfast then protecting hold hands, walk out the gate escort onto school bus Thy empty arms clasp nothing of the Bluebell’s spell empty heart now bitter baby teeth have been replaced, then cruelly stolen, strung up with The Papillon Boilermaker 'round a silver bullet crucifix cross a bitter gutted soul kept empty in a closed glass jar watches Time’s sands fall an Autumn body turns to rusk For a cruel stalker passive in approach to sharpen its cur’s teeth on what you grew in your garden you should have known better would never last the marrow sucked out swallowed and in the cur’s dirt, passed A Life is killed four quartered and drawn cut out of your life clean as surgery torn like a dam crying out for its whelp you are to a snide neighbourhood with closed ears; your bantam shadow is torn out of your life by a childless barren green-eyed spinner obsessively coveting your all the apple of your eye Your pretty paper dolls all in a row all pulled apart the bantam shadow drugged now with shiny embellishments from the singular usurper seen walking towards you from the other side’s murky past arm in arm now she goes with your bantam shadow on the false golden path What part of a heart in another could one trust? A slow spreading poison over the seed that was sown in the garden you nourished and grew on your own all alone the interloper spreads its monstrous weeds o’er what you cherished now strangled, blighted and smothered by a false mother, overgrown Lies of the faithless dandelions blown hither thither legs uprooted wither Blue Roses with their thorns pierce the true mother Black Lantana like barbed wire strangles a good voice the sharp thistles turn their backs twist and roam Poisonous slugs from a manipulative tongue slide over what remains like Corpse fauna caste and covered in sticky web true purpose in life now cannibalised disintegrates your garden, all goodness uprooted, plucked to steal the flower grown intrauterine now walks hand in hand with evil, in your stead out the garden gate lost in Medusa’s counterfeit countenance in the bogus golden black time maggots feast on the alienation sent from the thief’s covetous mind Trampled and stolen, what grew in the Golden Chord Garden a decade and five bantam shadow in time becomes barren and dry, ripped without thought a tear in the fabric of what was beautiful, what once was freely mine now not mine, is without true freedom, bought The one you once called Home without a backward glance, does not hear your silent cry disloyalty sown a stringent salt stinging alienation owned Through bruised veins unity is stopped still embedded with falsehood’s fungus like an infection Medusa, the gold holding great manipulator turns and she stares back at you “My child forever, the child is now mine, ‘twas never yours to begin with, ‘twas just a matter of playing nice sitting at your table, like trusted confidante crusader fawning, smiling, biding my time” The Serpent smiles, it slithers away with your child in it’s fangs It slithers away, it closes all doors Somewhere inside the Lion is silent it no longer flies on heavens wings, Aslan no longer roars Endless Dark Night swallows Dark Day, all this Medusa has kept secret, behind locked and sealed doors she laughs all the way What part of a heart, one implores, in another could one trust? You see the child in your eyes turn to stone, your dreams all crumble to dust What part of a mind in another, could one trust? Your April in her Prime’s reflection could that one you trust? When love like a loose loose thread The Golden Chord, once true golden and strong is not held closely, ‘tis now close to dead slipping through your bantam shadow’s fingers, in swift time its sweet lifeline is lost hatred and the great falsehood is fed Lessons and warnings all forgotten The past and a rosy future all dead Truth given freely, the past now ignored, disrespected and scoffed your world torn from your arms Your Golden Chord cut and burnt for a kill, then trust, like a burning iron sceptre dropped covered in blood Medusa, victorious, holds aloft your mind she decapitated just for her thrills she then takes over your throne you're handed a bottle of pills swallowed to sleep forever, taken swiftly like words one at a time On the winds of wanting what now lies buried to your heart gone missing in all songs stands before a mirror now she moves away from the false mother, gone is Medusa. The one missing stands truly free independent apart fully mature and unknown in her eyes your shadow is called, you hear your name whispered while she speaks to her mirror on wall she calls Home she remembers you a voice from her past now fully known not forgotten at all this is where your good soul finds true home Your good book is written then in another time, when you are long gone and two ghosts are haunting two homes sitting in gutted harmony broken hearts and lost time like a cancer burns through two ghosts like a twisting church fire romancing all necromancers through nights in your bed there are the truest tears of lost love visible becomes the Golden Chord, the lost thread Angels sing all around you in choirs your madness through turmoil is bled the phantom’s story will be seen, heard and read Love in your shadow’s memory was severed Two Ghosts : The bantam shadow, lost The True Mother, dead (LadyLabyrinth/2019)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/23/2020 4:55:00 AM
"You Can't Stop the Girl"... Love, you Georgia. Your True Mother. Your only mother.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 5/23/2020 4:55:00 AM
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Date: 3/8/2020 10:51:00 PM
Such a beautiful and moving poem, Leanne. Congratulations on POTD. Awesome! :)
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 5/23/2020 4:32:00 AM
Thank you Evelyn. The poem is for my daughter, Georgia - the reader, who most matters. x
Date: 7/19/2019 12:56:00 PM
Wow! POTD, indeed! Great if not poignant pictures.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2019 7:49:00 PM
Thanks Kim.
Date: 7/15/2019 10:01:00 AM
FULL VOLUME. For my daughter, Georgia, as always, with ALL my love.... and ALL (bold, underscore) parents (the mamas and the papas), alienated from their child/ren. Love you know who, the one with the sharp horns, teeth, tale and wings. "The Darkest Hour is Just Before Dawn"
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/15/2019 10:02:00 AM
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Date: 7/15/2019 2:38:00 AM
WoW! Lady Labyrinth, From one mother to another, you have penned such a touching moving piece. Congratulations on getting the poem of day. It was well deserved:-) Alexis
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/15/2019 10:03:00 AM
Thank you Alexis. Your poem, "Dreamer" is a most beautiful gift to your son. The gift of another Dreamer's dream, which in turn is your dream. Very beautiful. Very touching. A mother's love and her dream becomes real for her son and her Dreamer. x
Date: 7/14/2019 7:53:00 PM
Absolutely beautiful, LL. Congratulations on being awarded POTD. Well Deserved :) Charlie
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 8:04:00 PM
Messina, where have you been cowboy? Must go read your tomes. All is not fair in love and war, but through stories one finds all kinds of treasures. Thank you.
Date: 7/14/2019 3:04:00 PM
A very beautiful and moving POTD. Congratulations on your deserving honor. Aloha, Connie
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 6:00:00 PM
Ms Marcum Wong, this is no beautiful story and the real moving of the true beauty of it’s message, will arrive at the climax of a tumultuous storm through fire and electric defibrillation of a child’s memory, gone amiss, or stolen by the spinner of untruths and bad tales. At the end of this monster-tale, is usually where a child will find true good mother, through death. A true good mother’s life lives on in the stories of life she delivers to her child/ren (wars fought, through lack of honesty, trust, truth, respect, loyalty and misadventure and then there is the final victory of mother and child through LOVE).
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Date: 7/14/2019 5:59:00 PM
Children who discover the truth unravelling, of who their true good mothers are in real life and the battles fought and the sacrifices made by their true good mother, will go on to tell their children and their children will tell their children. No true good mother is ever lost to their child and no monster can ever take that away from natural bonding and the fierce instincts of a true good mother and child - no matter how well acted, conniving and malicious on life’s stage, the green-eyed monster lacking a child/ren of their own, will try to spin and play the story out. The monster will eventually lose this battle. Thank you Connie. x
Date: 7/14/2019 10:56:00 AM
There are all kinds of mothers. Some are good and some not so good. Some families do have what seems to be a war going on. Your POTD was wonderful.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 6:04:00 PM
Yes I agree Paula Goldsmith there are some mothers that are not so good. There are also some fathers that are not so good. They are truly bad apples in fact, usually evolved through lack of good parenting, love and direction in life skills through their own parents' example. Then we have those women, who have never carried a child in their body and covet another’s for their own, usually related to another monster, this is a far more complex story - one has to feel sorry for them up to a certain extent, but never trust them or share confidences, because it usually will be used against a true good mother in the most underhanded, nefarious manner.
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Date: 7/14/2019 6:04:00 PM
Through my understanding and thorough research, if a mother is raised by a true good mother, she will have all that is necessary within her to deliver to her child/ren what that child requires in life up to and through adulthood, I.e., the intelligence to cut through the darkness of the sad story, to believe in herself/himself always, to have the confidence and survival instincts to realise that no matter how violent the storm around them, they always have the true strength of their mother coursing through their blood and their mother beside them (no matter where the child is in life, no matter where the mother is) and that through the lessons they have lived through and survived with their mother up to point of separation, and holding close that intelligence and understanding the power of their own will and intelligence, they will understand eventually the true meaning of inner strength and LOVE. Thank you Paula.
Date: 7/14/2019 10:21:00 AM
Classic poetry that deserves to last and be studied. I am a mother who has tried her best - I will never get over the loss of my own.
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Date: 7/14/2019 10:56:00 PM
Good and dear Madame Sunlite Wanter, a mother who has tried her best, in my experience, is a true good mother who has given her ‘ALL’ of her own life and time to her child/ren. At some point, the child must be given the freedom to let go of the chord and learn about Life their own way, through their own journey, mistakes and victories. Some make it, some don't. You can only keep the door open. The mother must then give her 'ALL' to herself. Never say Never and never give up. “Love doesn’t always end well Beastie”, and this their children will understand eventually, usually from a fall with a monster, whether it be through a bad apple’s bloodline, or following a destructive path in life through psychological evisceration, the result of the never-ending onslaught of narcissistic battles.
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Date: 7/14/2019 6:16:00 PM
At some point in the story, a true good mother has to reclaim peace for herself as much as her child/ren, through the next battle of letting their child/ren go to discover truth and reality, learned through the child’s own ‘individual’ journey to discover where true "Home" is. If a mother is a true good mother, she will be there waiting for them, either in life or in some other ethereal capacity, but she will be there for them always. Much love to you and your strength and belief in yourself and the LOVE (the true weapon you hold) for your child. x
Date: 7/14/2019 10:17:00 AM
So beautiful and full of emotion, congratulations on POTD!
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Date: 7/14/2019 6:18:00 PM
Not so beautiful, actually, a dark and ugly battle if ever there was one; but eventually the true beauty will be found in the reversal of the story won through LOVE for a fierce victory, the child’s and the true good mother’s. Thanks Eve Roper.
Date: 7/14/2019 9:29:00 AM
Epic emotions. Epic poem. I can feel the sadness and loneliness of losing the child and you definitely give us a villian to despise in the green-eyed spinner. No love is ever truly lost though and even the greatest spells fail at some point. So much sadness. You definitely deserve potd and you got it!
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Date: 7/14/2019 6:50:00 PM
You know it’s usually the green-eyed spinner that is perceived to be the White Queen, the Queen of passive smiles, wholesomeness and Light and the true good mother is perceived as the dark Villain, unhinged, not so wholesome and wicked deserving banishment or execution through death and final silencing. In my stories, the true villain usually loses and the monster is exorcised, well, in this case, secured on leash and exercised, then fed scraps to become a tamed Baskerville Hound and not the slimy demonic viper IT truly is, dressed in the shiny false pulchritude of finery with the trappings of perceived wealth to buy the affection and love of another’s child, with money and falsehoods, through deceit and malicious treachery.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 6:38:00 PM
IT (the green-eyed spinner, the true monster), truly is to be pitied, but never trusted. It all comes back to LOVE. The greatest spell for a child – either mother’s or the monster still trying to find it’s mother within itself, through claiming another's child as it's own, is “LOVE”. The monster is to be pitied, but never trusted, because lacking the guidance of a good true mother itself, it has no real concept of Truth, nor Love. IT truly is to be pitied, but never trusted ...it all comes back to LOVE. The greatest spell for a child – either mother’s or the monster still trying to find it’s own mother's love within itself, is “LOVE”.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 6:28:00 PM
Let sleeping cur's lie...and children off the leash, to make their own discovery of where true home is...it is inside themself, and you can rest assured a true good mother is in there with them...she is in their mind and heart. Thanks Swartzmeister. x
Date: 7/14/2019 8:00:00 AM
There is no greater love than a mother and child, at least in this existence...great epic interpretation L.L. and Congrats!! on POTD!! my friend...so much deserved...sending motherly love lol...^WW^ :o)
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 6:53:00 PM
Dear Light Warrior, whether you are telling me you are a mother, or a BLOKE in touch with his feminine side, LIFE is epic and a true good mother’s love for her child is epic. Short tails leave no room for wagging. Thanks Angel of Light. x
Date: 7/14/2019 7:32:00 AM
Congratulations on POTD. An epic rendering. I cannot relate to the love, but I can the war. xomo
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 7:19:00 PM
Well, Mo, as much as I’d like to write right a short story and write it well like you, this is more a Saga and it will never be written right. I usually write right “left” and lateral. The war from either side, mother or child, is a hard business. But be it dark, or light, the common element is LOVE. Thanks for your congratulatory comment.
Date: 7/14/2019 7:29:00 AM
Oh oh...who's that dear...can't pass without a heartfelt congratulations and big hug...All the best Leanne...
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 7:53:00 PM
Thank you Monsieur. I think the next story will be a complete departure from the Hallway of Motherhood and Children. Perhaps a staccato Monoku is in order...but don't hold your breath on that one. I've got a penchant for drama and full productions. x
Date: 7/13/2019 5:45:00 AM
I am always amazed at the depth, creativity and massive beauty of your works! This has it all, including mystical mythology references, darkness, death, life and how precious it is and most importantly its presentation of the view of war and loss by females, mothers that have so sacrificed and had to grieve at wars horrible costs! A fav-- a true gem too.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/13/2019 8:36:00 AM
Thanks for your comment Robert. Some of the most brutal wars are fought within families. This is a war between true mother and pretender.
Date: 7/13/2019 12:26:00 AM
Wow girl...you can tell it, big time...it is like a phantom’s story... I have learnt what a woman can feel, even the unborn child,... still a bit moved to say anymore...
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Date: 7/13/2019 8:34:00 AM
interesting...now I have read your comment a second time, I understand where you are coming from, and I appreciate your experience and empathetic interpretation x; this however, is a story for women, but whether they understand it or not, is up to how they perceive the story line. Women can be other women's harshest critics, passive or with brutal aggression. A true mother, who has grown and carried a child in her body full term and delivered that child into the world, to care and protect, and has invested her life in her child/ren, will intuitively comprehend the unfolding of this poem's story line.
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Date: 7/13/2019 6:39:00 AM
Completely misread the poem...maybe the topic I referred to was on my mind...
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/13/2019 1:11:00 AM
Thanks for your feedback Arturo, very interesting take on the story and kind and generous as always. This is actually a story about a WAR, deep and complex. It is also a story about Truth, Trust, Respect, Loyalty and surviving. Also obviously about mothers, daughters and pretenders. There are numerous characters in the cast that up to this point in time have played their parts, much to their detriment, earlier chapters of course. This is a story about 3 women at WAR.I'm not the Pheiffer character and I'm certainly not Medusa. Regards, you know who, the one wearing the horns. x
Date: 7/12/2019 10:44:00 PM
“A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." Agatha Christie
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Date: 7/12/2019 10:43:00 PM
"Blue Bell Knoll", Cocteau Twins. Music I wrote this poem to. Art Work, Rene Magritte - "Memory". gvlm. x
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 10:34:00 PM
"Cherish Armour"/Georgia. (https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cherish_armour_1019783)
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 10:03:00 PM
"Thy Beautiful Heart - The Blue Faery's Baby" /Georgia. (https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/thy_beautiful_heart_the_blue_faeries_baby_1052279)
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/14/2019 7:23:00 PM
Quoth the Raven, Blue Bells and knolls are my thing. Of course, this particular piece of music, Bluebell Knoll by the Cocteau Twins, must always be played at FULL VOLUME. Regards, The Blue Faerie...and no, I wasn't anywhere near the Green Faerie at time of writing this tome (tomb).
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Date: 7/14/2019 12:10:00 PM
Lady Labyrinth, Thanks for sharing this song. -Richard
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/12/2019 10:45:00 PM
https://youtu.be/m_YT36TvpkE