#lzlabs

[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.

[getcareless]

The Sky Was Golden

The sky was golden, it was good that day.

We saw a fox stroll into the woods of gray.

The sun was closing and we couldn't stay.

I loved you then but I would not say.

The sky was golden and we were both okay.

They asked why, I told'em, "there's no other way".

The cards you hide, I show'em, in utter display.

I'm going to climb into the open, starting today.

The sky was golden and we were both okay.

JP

[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.

[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

[writteninjoy2]

Our beautiful Lauren @lzlabs @lzlabseesu

She has passed on.

So generous of spirit, such a beautiful poetic heart.

Like Mike, I did always look forward to her morning poetry posts.

I believe she is somewhere with fragrant flowers and painted skys.

Thank you Lauren for sharing your light with us all. ❤

[quaintobsessions]

Seen by You

(for Lauren)

We know that no star in the revolving clusters above us is fixed

and that every beginning means an ending.

Yet sometimes we imagine the indelible light at someone's core

enough to keep them whole, their presence

forever where their fingertips, their smile, can reach us instead

of everywhere.

You made your way into what makes this world, this life, a delight,

particles of you in everything that lets us

witness each other, in words, in watching, in touching without touch

all that renders us human, perfectly flawed.

Stardust returns to make more stars, and you rest in our bones.

[ellenya]

Lauren

The sky is crying.

It misses the morning sun,

Sprinkling poetry,

Sharing words and wisdom,

Encouraging growth.

The sky is darker now,

Almost black,

But for all of the candles

Held by struggling poets

Whose words you read,

Whose voices you heard,

Whose hearts you shared.

You are sorely missed.

The sun will return,

Until then we hold our candles

And remember you.

The sky is crying,

And so am I.

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I’ll miss you @lzlabs, one of my first readers and encouragers. Thanks for all the poetry, all the encouragement, all the reblogs and all the amazing poets you shared on @lzlabseesu. A beautiful soul gone far too soon, I’m glad to have known you 💚💚💚

[fantodsdhrit]

lauren—stardust; we, humans, confined to this flesh—and bones—but, now you are free.