L. B. Mek

Efficacy, of hope



slip, buckle, trip, shuffle




to rise of bended knee’s, in grimacing resilience




on nervy feet, anchored to unwavering spine




deep breaths to shuffled steps, till - we too




trusting, in hope: once more – just, like before!



© L. B. Mek

May 2021


  • Teddy.15

    That's fighting talk if ever I've heard it, and poetically written with your fine Pen hand. We are all survivors! Brilliant as usual. Up up up thanks L.B

    • L. B. Mek

      brilliantly put: Up up up
      indeed, so may it be...!
      thank you, sincerely

    • Neville

      how extraordinarily efficacious a series of words you have posted today L.B ...
      no covert message or meaning, but the hard truth ..
      and don't we just need that once in a while ..
      the truth that is to slap us in the face ...........
      quite simply, spot on sir ...

      • L. B. Mek

        why I'm just slapped cheek - pink, chuffed-to-bits: if you will.. lol
        indeed, often it's our more straightforward scribbles
        that land home, accessibly and importantly: feet-first..
        as ever, my friend all I have to offer is my humble gratitude
        for your ever-so-kind, invigorating words of encouragement

      • Dove

        Beautiful! May we never lose hope!

      • PrEm Ji

        Beautiful song & a beautiful write...
        We must always live in the present moment...

        • L. B. Mek

          so wondrously true
          so innate to comprehend
          so very hard, to actualise: in our everyday lives...
          thank you so much dear Poet, somehow
          your words never fail to inspire me, what a wonderful gift, truly

        • Accidental Poet

          Never quit, and never give up. Great write LB. ; )

          • L. B. Mek

            we march-on dear poet
            one inked feeble scribble
            of our worded truth: at a time...
            thank you!

          • Goldfinch60

            We certainly need to leap into a better future Mek, may it soon be so.


            • L. B. Mek

              'we all exist, a mere meditative - slip
              to our hard-earned serenity: of peace...
              maybe, but that's near-enough for me
              to dream of tranquillity, with ease...'
              (thanks Andy, for inspiring my scribbled shorty)

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