L. B. Mek

Mellow: thy nature


no flashing lights, or wailing sirens

nor herd of mourners, or endless wakes

my passing will be as subtle: as the life I led


realism’s melancholy should never be mistaken

for wallowing self-pity

molasses - not bitterness, drips

from these fingertips

as stoic sincerity has my rhythm

flowing effortlessly;


a stark confession of existence

without merited, confidence

this - may - be, but my cup

overflows gamely,

sipping from trophied memories

with unflinching gaiety


and so, with unrequited Hubris

for that Man I strive to become, I settle regret’s debts

with a wilful acceptance: of Humility’s fate…



© L. B. Mek

March 2017


  • Teddy.15

    your first stanza, speaks to me. my mum passed at work closing her eyes and that was that, no pain no fright just a weak heart. we all think of death my friend and the way it may happen. i adore your thoughts in here, a magnitude of dignity, L:B once again touching the mind of a fellow poetess. thank you.

    • L. B. Mek

      'no pain, no fright: just a weak heart'
      that's so beautifully worded, truly!
      I'm sorry for you loss dear poet..
      and once more, I thank you
      for choosing to invest so much thought and time
      in my humble scribbles
      I'll strive to grow into a poet worthy of your sincerity
      till then, I'll just let your kindness be reflected
      in the beaming smile, I shall be randomly sprouting
      throughout my day: πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜„πŸ˜

    • Accidental Poet

      Have to agree with Teddy. The first stanza pulled on me too. As my father is in the late stages of Alzheimer's Disease. Excellent write LB. ; )

      • L. B. Mek

        treasure the comfort, this days will bring you later
        leave no room for regret
        and let fate: handle the rest..
        I'm sorry for your pain and struggles
        stay strong! dear poet

      • Andy Hunter

        This resonates with many of us who hope the final passing will be peaceful and comfortable. Great writing my friend ☺️

        • L. B. Mek

          that's awesome!
          but also, maybe: not worrying
          about our final passing, knowing
          it will most likely - not, be so dramatic
          can free us
          to invest more in the now
          that we have, some: semblance of choice over
          just maybe...
          thanks for the supportive comment, my friend

        • Neville

          I like to think it will be easy when the time arrives, and quick .. and with a little dignity maybe ...

          yeah, I shall drink to that ............................ maybe we should form that cult after all eh' .....

          ... Neville

          • L. B. Mek

            dark humour goes down easily on a sunny day
            like alcohol does - for winter, some may say..
            and truly, ain't that how they all form though?
            from fear of what they can't control
            because they refuse to comprehend
            their lives: will end, eventually..
            then, they warp themselves: into ending
            their lives: abruptly...!
            ah well, if we weren't so busy
            surviving, in our strive to live our life's
            we could all just sit around and despair
            at the futility
            of trying to overcome
            the abundance of idiocy:
            in Our: self-Curated, society... lol

          • dusk arising

            Cor Blimey LBM, this is a condensed biography of me or perhaps the 'me' I'd like to think I am.

            I like this piece very much. Deserving of it's place in my fav's.

            • L. B. Mek

              there's no greater, or more exclusive: a praise
              here on mps, in my humble opinion..
              thank you! sincerely

            • PrEm Ji

              This poem...
              It is a silent prayer!

              • L. B. Mek

                my brother, I thank you!
                for tapping into that solace of personal spirituality
                and highlighting it
                for all of us: to witness and share..
                what a gift you've been blessed with

              • SureshG

                all my efforts lead to that acceptance you have so poetically penned

                • L. B. Mek

                  then we're kin, dear poet
                  traversing the same poetic journey
                  I'll meet you at the finish line:
                  as I'm sure, you would agree..
                  I'll be waiting, sipping on something strong
                  and bring you a cup, of something sweet
                  and we can toast: like the kin, we are meant to be

                • Goldfinch60

                  Such good words Mek, something for which we all ask for, dignity and humility in passing.


                  • L. B. Mek

                    yup, our Truth is seldom that complicated my friend
                    thank you

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