Some, get to live their lives
as best they can
While others just try to survive
their elongated, death
or, it melodramatically seems
on a cold November evening
with Xmas adds
and huddled figures
smiling about commodities
in their shopping bags, and swiping
at their itinerary notification, burdens.
While you’re watching your bus
just fly past, matchstick packed
full of ghostly – inflamed, faces
and your foggy sigh, is drowned out
by a chorus
of cursing, cackling teeth
all around you.
Knowing, your promise of salvation
awaits in that leftover, takeaway
you hope will taste better, day after…
© L. B. Mek
November 2021
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Comments11
Wow this was intense and a lot of feeling here in the images you painted. Good one Mek....
intense is such a useful word
has such imagery, yet is so pliable
and works so well, when paired with feelings;
that you found intensity, somewhere in my wording
is a huge compliment, I shan't forget
any time soon..
thank you, kind Poet
Fabulous yet sad
I don’t know why it sheds upon the restricted life of ours
The time passes so soon yet so many colours haven’t lived
At the end however hard we may try, what remains are just regrets of life
Yet what we have is no less
It’s better to be happy about what we possess
'At the end
however hard we may try, what remains
are just regrets of life
Yet what we have, is no less
It’s better
to be happy about: what we possess...'
(dear friend you should post these words
or develop upon them in a write
they are too true and too eloquent
to be wasted on a mere comment)
thank you for gracing my scribble's page
with your wisdom..
I read and learn, wise poet
Thank you so much sir…upon reading it again maybe I can address a few more lines to it
Your comment lifted a gloomy soul
A wonderfully constructed vivid scene here L. B. Mek, though it is mundanely bleak, it has a somewhat happy ending.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well.
oh what an uplifting feedback you've weaved,
who needs coffee when I have your words, lol
thank you! kind friend
so glad you enjoyed the read
Dear Mek, you always write about things that matter, i come from an incredibly poor family I had 6 siblings, and my parents, I don't know how they made it each Xmas but some how they did. But it was a stress, I can never fathom how so many have so much and others have nothing. Your poem is bleak and honest about how many people actually pass Xmas. Empathy and compassion always wins in my opinion. Thank you.
Dear kind hearted Poetess
all I have are words of gratitude
for your unfailing support, thank you
for reading beyond my words
and witnessing the inspirations behind them
may your generosity be repaid tenfold!
I am somewhat ashamed to say, this made me smile .. Maybe because I know the truth is staring me write back in the face ...... Indeed, I would go as far as to suggest, this whole page is excellent ................................ N
that smile of relief, I too smile Hyung
when reading back these words, to myself
as-if someone else worded them
hoping, next time I'm feeling this way
maybe I will remember the message imbued
and then, things may not look
so bleak...
thank you! you may be the first person
to align the praise 'excellent'
with one of my feeble scribbles, lol
The alliteration helps this flow so well. Bravo
so glad you enjoyed the read
and your praise is rather special
since my work
usually lacks technical merit..
thank you, how very kind
Beautiful yet so brooding and sad.
right?! and with your six words
you've just inked
such an acute phrasing: of life...
thank you, hope your challenge is going well
Haha, I suppose you could be right!
Thank you, the challenge is going better than I imagined! About to post the next piece now 🙂
just another day, maybe a little easier, when so poeticized
Amen!
we can but let our fingers dance
on our qwerty keyboard of chance
and hope, always: Hope...
That salvation is there for us all Mek.
Andy
if you say so, wise friend
'I'll choose to intrust my positivity
in your unflinching bravery
and try to believe, wholeheartedly'
thank you!
Life in a bag and then some.
What is it really all about. The silver spoon brigade has never changed, and even at times propped up by the people who should know better. Why are kids still dying all around the globe. What does one man need with a hundred billion in the bank? Why do three buses always turn up at once.
the rest, I hope Time and Nature will resolve
but the Buses!
we need to invest the greatest mind's we have
to get to the bottom of.. lol
what a wonderful comment to engage with
thank you for the supportive words, dear Poet
Thank you for painting this vivid scene. Timely reminder for the tough life many people have to endure. Beautiful.
am just glad you could connect with it
really appreciate
your wonderfully supportive comment,
thank you!
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