Comments received on poems by L. B. Mek



Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
aDarkerMind said:

very enjoyable L.B.
and share your view...\'Birds\' beats \'gory\' every time.


October 19th, 2021 10:36

London’s, scarlet seasons
Neville said:

Oh\' how I do hanker for those halcyon days of steam when if there was ever a riff then each would be encouraged to don a pair of gloves and slug it out outside the school gates or on the rec .. When kidney punches, head buts, biting. kneeing and elbows were frowned upon and would lead to disqualification .. When a bloody nose and a black eye or two would be worn like campaign medals and determine the winner ... Knives were for whittling, cutting string and a million other legitimate daily chores .. Sadly, those days are long gone and unlikely to return .... Even sadder the fact that your poem today paints the grimmest picture of an increasingly accurate state of affairs that frightens me shitless .. so much so that I have stopped carrying my old pocket knife that has been a trusty friend for more years than I can remember ... and was my fathers friend before me ... Yes indeed, you reference London, but sadly those scarlet and crimson stained sidewalks are an all too familiar sight right across the country and even beyond .... Well done Mek .. rant over N

October 19th, 2021 10:05

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
Paul Bell said:

Just the journey of the creaking floorboards that for some reason in the dead of night sound like church bells going off. Then for some crazy reason, you go on into the unknown.
This is when you\'re at the mercy of the dream master. Will it be a gory death, or is it a wake-up screaming occasion. I foresee more like this in the run-up to Halloween.

October 19th, 2021 09:58

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
Neville said:


live the dream they said ... he did and just look where that got him ... write on brother ........................................ N

October 18th, 2021 07:25

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
Fay Slimm. said:

Your mastery of word-power brings me to the chair\' s edge with this peek into a realistic dream - - great penning my friend.

October 18th, 2021 06:14

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
spilleronsheet said:

Indeed the story well scripted
The words so well adorned
I , reader
Felt like a character
Caught up in story of yours
So realistic
Yet fantasies lace
Wonder where the boundary rests


October 18th, 2021 04:41

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
Teddy.15 said:

That\'s fantastic, I felt I was almost inside this poem. So very clever my dear friend.

October 18th, 2021 03:14

Seep deep, Drip of Sleep or A, slip?
Robert Haigh said:

A great surreal poetry piece, L.B. The drama and tension are palpable. The shifting realities and fantasies remind me of some of my more bizarre (and disturbing) dreams. I was there! Well penned, my friend!

October 18th, 2021 02:59

if Choice remains choose Kindness, I beg
PrEm Ji said:

If you make someone to bend before you, Almighty will make you bend before humanity a million times. This is the secret law of humanity!

October 17th, 2021 23:12

Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams
PrEm Ji said:

Blue skies, strain to stay merciful

in all, but that final surge of decimation:

hurricane sighs, typhoon tears - streaking

Nature’s fury, through every season.

We are facing the worst rainfalls in Kerala from 2018 onward... We must learn to live in tandem with nature... Laotzu told it long back...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSETF1msUq4

October 17th, 2021 23:09

Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams
Neville said:


It probably has not quite all, already been said, but I have no doubt, it wont be long, before it has ...

Therefore and under such circumstances, I shall respectfully allow all those who came both before me and those who will no doubt follow, serve as my mouthpiece ................. Neville


October 15th, 2021 09:25

Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams
spilleronsheet said:

A plethora of emotions
That hold
The beautiful insights
That join together
Giving us the guiding lines
It ends with a charming smile
Whatever our emotions be
They are priceless
Experiences are the best teachers

October 15th, 2021 09:10

Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams
Marie said:

Wow! What an epic write in this amazing poem, dear poet. The things we do when we are young which seem fun at the time, return later as ghosts to haunt us. We have to acknowledge those ghosts, that is the secret to killing them and letting them go rest in their graves, so we can move on and away from them. Those joys of youth are short lived, they have no place in our lives as we move on in years, but they certainly are an experience good/bad at the time. I don\'t believe any experience we have in life is time wasted. Every experience is an event which we can learn from, it makes us wiser so we don\'t repeat the event again, so really, we learn a lot. We have free will, so the choices we make are our choices regardless and only we, ourselves are responsible for them and their results. Hhhhhmmmm!!!! Extremely thought provoking, so much to think about in this superbly penned poem, dear poet. The words have come from very deep within you, they are meant to heal, not just you, dear poet, but everybody who reads too. A privilege to read! I, thank you for sharing! Superb inking, wondrous write... Bless you always, dear poet...

October 15th, 2021 08:49

Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams
Teddy.15 said:

Dear Mek, a true masterpiece my friend. A standing ovation from me 🤗

October 15th, 2021 07:33

Blue Pills, Stolen Dreams
aDarkerMind said:

when i can find the words to praise such a write...I will;
until then.
BRAVO!

October 15th, 2021 05:25

of Love #1
Marie said:

Wow! What a truly amazing, poetic write! An epic poem which cast a spell over this reader and held me a willing captive from the first to the final line in the poem. Tears rolled down my face towards the end and I love how you wove the relevant words of the song into the final lines of the poem. Such a poignant, yet powerful poem! Your heart, as well as your pen, was on fire as you inked it. The ending was crushing, the words dripped tears, I was not alone in crying. Yet, I also felt your inner strength as I read. You are a Master Craftsman, dear poet! I am grateful to you for sharing. I will return to read Part 2, but not today, my heart is soggy, like a wet rag, but will dry out and I shall return. Bless you always, dear L. B...

October 14th, 2021 11:55

Faulty instinct’s
Paul Bell said:

After Adam and Eve, did God go back to the drawing board. At least he kept the humble apple tree. Class write.

October 14th, 2021 11:44

of Geometrical Substance or Mode
spilleronsheet said:

Stop living in words
Stop living on rules
Go out
Venture and fall
What is to live
If lived by rules of all
No dictionary defines us
No atlas to score
Where does the imagination die
And where does one resurrect in time
Truly said
Let’s catch the moments and live upon

October 14th, 2021 07:05

of Geometrical Substance or Mode
spilleronsheet said:

Stop living in words
Stop living on rules
Go out
Venture and fall
What is to live
If lived by rules of all
No dictionary defines us
No atlas to score
Where does the imagination die
And where does one resurrect in time
Truly said
Let’s catch the moments and live upon

October 14th, 2021 07:05

if Choice remains choose Kindness, I beg
spilleronsheet said:

It’s a great poetry dear poet. So stark but so true. It represents the exact minds and yet teaches us to come back and find empathy that we have lost. It’s revolutionary. Such mindful words. Telling us to return after being lost. Telling us to let go the remorse. Very much needed. Such wise words indeed needed and appreciated dear poet.

October 14th, 2021 06:01

Faulty instinct’s
John Prophet said:

Very earthy write! ✍️

Great work.

October 14th, 2021 05:55

Faulty instinct’s
spilleronsheet said:

Imagery at it’s best😌

October 14th, 2021 05:52

Faulty instinct’s
🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸 said:

Woah extraordinary poem, scintillating and metaphoric perhaps on the fruit, the apple. Kudos!!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

October 12th, 2021 23:38

Faulty instinct’s
Marie said:

A superbly penned metaphoric poetic gem studded with stunning visual detail. Thank you for sharing, dear poet...

October 11th, 2021 07:31

Faulty instinct’s
Jay-Lee Jane said:

I adore this poem, the imagery used here is mind-blowing and i love it!

October 11th, 2021 07:01

Faulty instinct’s
aDarkerMind said:

imagery at it\'s finest i would say.

October 11th, 2021 06:35

Faulty instinct’s
Teddy.15 said:

Dearest Mek, I could see Adam in this piece probably from the very first line and your title. Succulent in imagery my dear friend, a treat for the soul a fantastic last stanza too. Thank you. X

October 11th, 2021 04:19

Faulty instinct’s
Neil Higgins said:

Wonderful imagery LB
\"Across fate’s ley lines\"
What a great line.

October 11th, 2021 04:12

if Choice remains choose Kindness, I beg
Goldfinch60 said:

Kindness to all is the only way to be so that we can look back on our lives and say, \"I did my best for others.\".

Andy

October 9th, 2021 00:24

if Choice remains choose Kindness, I beg
Fay Slimm. said:

How you emphasize kindness brings its value right in front of readers\' eyes as the most valuable of all traits - your word will surely help activate those who really want to change and thank you for sharing this impressive advice.

October 8th, 2021 13:14

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