#lzlabs

[goneahead]

Thank you @en-la-casademiamor for posting yesterday was the anniversary for @lzlabs 💔

I am posting some of her poems tonight, in memorium. Please go and read her poetry - she was a amazingly gifted poet♥️♥️♥️!

[mikefrawley]

Christmas Naughty and Nice

Good morning my dear friends, and as I recently mentioned I'm trying to get my Christmas Writing Posts together and share them with my friends (that would be you). I wasn't surprised to find that I did indeed have a large number. Give or take 1 or 2 I have about 25 Christmas Related Posts, and my poor old over worked brain has thus far spent the majority of today addressing the logistics (head explodes). Anyway that brings us to the title. Including a few sad poems, 21 of them fall into the nice category which very neatly works our to 7 per day on the 23rd, 24th and 25th. Now, as for the naughty ones, I have 4 interesting ones which vary in their level of naughtiness, and I'm going to post them today. Get ready! 😆 Christmas and other holiday love to all, Mike 🎄 P.S. The final post was from our beloved Lauren (@lzlabs and @lzlabseesu) who sadly is no longer here physically, but does still live on in our hearts. Her interesting poem was the winner in the 2014 Christmas Contest put on by (close your eyes) Poetry Sluts United, and mine was somewhere in the runners up (losers) list.

[mikefrawley]

We Love And Miss You

I still really miss Lauren (lzlabs and lzlabseesu), and when she left us I know one of the best parts of Tumblr left with her.  I shared the writing of a few friends and favorites this morning, and I have a few more queued up for tomorrow, but I realize I could never make any kind of list sharing my favorite people and writers here without including Lauren. I don't wish to make this another one of my long prose posts, but I did want to share some love with all of my friends. I love you all and yes Lauren, WE LOVE YOU! 🌹

[slapkiss]

Two poems by the late and lovely @lzlabs

June Music

Play me like the month of June let me slip inside your smile grow lilacs in your heart

Play me like there’s no tomorrow strum my strings as my body sings acapella

Play me like keys of ivory while the moon smiles down dancing in the month of June

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Empty Vessel

Spilled like the sun at daybreak  a maze of empty verse, follow you must  flow with the curve  of every jeweled line.  With pens that mark  with stains of blue,  fill this empty vessel  with pages, words  and you…

- @lzlabs

[mikefrawley]

I Remember

Lauren, Michelle, Contrary Cate Moonlight Jazz and The Girl Soul to name but a few their loss touches me with sorrow and yet still my heart can smile remembering I have you

[followcb]

Good Morning Poetry!

and the sun that rises...

...is the sun that sets

ushers in twilight and moonlight

a skyfull of stars that never forgets

to lead us, to guide us...

inspire and provide us...

with hope, with promises

reality of dreams come true

for me, for you...

all we need to....

is keep our faith

and hold onto what's true

looking out into the great blue

...we are what's possible

achievers who can do...

We are the creatives, the movers, the poets, writers, artists....expressors of what's often unseen and invisible, overlooked and unrecognized by the masses!

Here's to the world's we delve into with our imagination and paint to welcome others in...

Cheers to you

Chris @followcb

Image & Poem ©️ February 17, 2021

New Haven, CT

Inspired by the beautiful poet and friend to all,

Lauren Zlabinger/@lzlabs/@lzlabseesu

So missed. So loved. Such a blessing. She is.

[wordrummager]

Looking at a Friday Clock He would pour a whiskey, ready to rumble on tumblr. She’d have a glass of wine ready, breathing. I had my rum, always ready for nonsense — and it was FRIDAY! We’d message each other with glee, full of piss and poetry. The onscreen rambles were like highlights of conversations we’d have about travels, loves, books, and philosophies that would become blurry by the end of the night. They’ve both passed away, leaving me here with ribcage nail art and lovesick youth, feeling old and tired and a little lonely but when Fridays are dark and cold, I remember them, knowing it’s bright where they are and it shines a little where I am. I whisper: hullo, Mikey and Lauren. I’ve missed you. Let’s write something. Cheers.

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[northernwinedregs]

Lauren

 I haven’t been on tumblr very much recently, not in an active way at least. But a few weeks ago we received word that Lauren (lzlabs, lzlabseesu) had sadly passed away. So although I’m late to this, I just wanted to pay tribute to someone who was always so kind and generous to this writing community.

 Like so many of us, when I first started posting my writing here, it felt like I was shouting into a void. And while most of us never start writing for the acclaim or notes or followers, it can nevertheless be disheartening to put yourself on display in a vulnerable way to met by silence. It’s not that you’re not being recognised for your talents, it’s more that you’re holding our your hand and you want for someone else to reach out and grasp it.

 For me, and for so many of us, Lauren was that person. She was so engaged with the writing community, between posting her own writing and running a blog to showcase newer pieces from less-established writers. I remember the first time she reblogged one of my pieces (that now I would probably cringe to re-read) and showed it to an entire community that I didn’t really know existed. And when the notes came in, and positive comments, and new followers, because of the spotlight that Lauren had shone on it, I felt seen. I felt understood.

 I’ve met so many incredible people on this (often frustrating) website: made lifelong friendships, been inspired by so many people, had fleeting conversations with brilliant strangers. And yet it feels somehow so strange to grieve for someone who you’ve never met in real life. And at the same time, only natural. We’re here because it’s an online space not yet cannibalised by visible follower counts, or people we know in real life. A creaking, patched-together sanctuary from the constant reminder that our friends and family are living often more rose-tinted lives. Yet we come to know one another specifically because it’s a place - away from the prying eyes of people we work with or went to school with - where we can be honest. So in many ways, the avatars we get to know are closer to the real person than the acceptable facade on other platforms.

 So I suppose it’s little wonder that I felt like a friend had passed away. Lauren, we never met but I feel like I knew you: your kindness, your sense of humour, your incredible talents. Thank you for always encouraging me to write honestly, and thank you for sharing so much of yourself with us. I’ll miss you, and I hope you’re resting peacefully.