Dawning of the Once lost and now, Found

L. B. Mek

Notice of absence from L. B. Mek
'fare ye well' kind friends


Know, that it’s not ever

What is said 


How it is, said

that matters, the most


instead, it has always been

Who, is saying it

making that decisive, impact;


if, you care

if you really, need

to make a difference 

and have someone, heed 

your words

then become: the Who 

they’re waiting to hear from


that, Who

people can count on

to pierce through their shell

and offer

their horizon’s, bleak tunnel

a speck of hope to step towards.


Surviving, is just our beginning in life

once you get yourself, sorted


when you get to really see

just how much work, needs to be done.


So grow, strong

and become that person 

you have it in you, to be

and strive

to help someone else, unlock

their, repressed superpowers.


Come, my fellow survivors 

there’s so much work to be done

so much healing 

so much doing, and

so few

Who care enough

or are capable, enough

to offer that quintessential

helping hand;


let us grow strong, together 

and build a legacy, worthy

of that ‘Who’, we’ve each

laboured: to become!



© L. B. Mek

January 2022


  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2022 04:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: R.I.P. Meatloaf (story goes, he had a troublesome childhood and while still young, his mother died and he locked himself away from the world for 3 months eventually a friend came to Help and after getting himself Sorted, he bought a ticket to LA and lived his life: 'Like a Bat out of Hell'... 'Captain Video, done went home one pilot laid to rest Midnight, at the lost and foundโ€™
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  • Goldfinch60

    Yes, we must grow strong together and be at one with this world.


    • L. B. Mek

      Indeed, such an acute summarisation Andy, thank you

    • Rozina

      So much healing to be done, you are absolutely right. We can all play our parts to lift each other up.

      • L. B. Mek

        or even, just that certain someone
        a helping hands, distance in-reach..
        no one, needs to be a super hero
        just because they've unlocked
        their 'super power's' in life..
        but its good to know
        if needed, we can be counted upon!
        (what a wholesome and encouraging comment
        thank you, dear poet)

      • Paul Bell

        He could sure belt out a song.
        I'm not sure if that's why his dad threw him through a window, mind you. Hope he picked a crap old folks home for his dad.

        • L. B. Mek

          his dad died early, I think
          had fallen to the drink, after injury in the war..
          tough childhood, stayed with grandparents a lot
          while mum chased after dad, or something like that..
          helps explains his music a little better
          thanks for your comment, and yeah
          totally agree, he had a great voice

        • spilleronsheet

          When the soup procrastinated
          When it became suddenly dull and lifeless
          Thanks to the wind that helped
          Thanks to the sunlight who raised the hope
          And thanks a millions to the beautiful lines who encouraged the fallen self
          Calling for spring to bloom
          Thank you so much dear Mek

          • L. B. Mek

            'When the soup procrastinated'
            what an analogy of our generational, lethargy..
            (a wonderful comment, thank you dear poet)

            • spilleronsheet

              I meant soul*
              But now I feel the soup did itโ€™s job too

            • dusk arising

              Yep, but i feel like I'm a boy scout now dib dib dib. I've always been the careless selfish type and will rob old ladies without a second thought but on reading your words today something came over me and i don't mean the pigeon on next doors roof just shat on me.
              Do you really think i could turn myself around and become a do gooder? Most of the old ladies round here hide when i'm around so i dont think theyre going to let me be nice. I suppose I could try.

              Always sad when a 'star' dies ut its what we all are destined to do.

              • L. B. Mek

                pointless asking people, what They think
                if your default mindset is so broken, & toxic
                best of doing your own thinking
                because you sure as hell ain't looking, for help
                or To help anyone, in that pathetic state
                of spiralling, self-loathing..
                (is what I would respond to that first paragraph's
                rather juvenile, and embittered
                'voice of doubt' you were portraying, impressively)..

                and Yes, we All are dying - 'literally'
                have been since our very first, breath
                a matter of fact, if rather
                unhealthy - outlook, on life
                but to each their own
                if sour lemon's taste better, to you
                who am I to force feed you, those
                sweet oranges of life... lol
                there's enough freely shared, toxicity
                in the world
                without me adding to it, obstinately!
                (thanks for the insightful comments, Dusk
                some great - alternative, perspectives
                and stark points, you make)

                • dusk arising

                  I felt i had to state that I do live in pretty close harmony to that you describe we should all aspire to. Such writing or conversation is water off a ducks back to those who live like i previously described. Whereas i can understand the reasoning behind theft by those who have no other means to feed themselves, I cannot begin to comprehend the amount of violent crime in our various societies nor the prevalence of dishonesty. I guess it's all down to the principles and discipline i was shown by my parents. I shudder at the thought of being a young man entering todays teenage society. We had drugs and stabbings in the 1960's but today it gone mad out there.

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                • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

                  The story of how he got his nickname was in the news,.. When he was on his school football team,he accidentally stepped on the coaches foot,and the coach said "get off my foot you hunk of meatloaf"๐Ÿ˜‚ He was a talent to be rivaled with,but now he's forever in the hearts of so many,..all you have to do is take a drive,turn on the radio and he'll be there in the paradise by the dashboard light. Great message here L.B.๐Ÿ˜€

                  • L. B. Mek

                    thank you, dear poet
                    so glad you liked the read

                  • Jerry Reynolds

                    Splendid write, L.B.

                    • L. B. Mek

                      thanks Jerry
                      stay safe, my friend

                    • Dove

                      Beautiful tribute, and words to heed by!

                      • L. B. Mek

                        thank you kind poet, and as-ever
                        what a generous and encouraging comment

                      • Neville

                        as far as I am concerned, these are fitting words indeed for a thoroughly fine & otherwise decent fellow ... RIP big man the long gig is over ................................ Neville

                        • L. B. Mek

                          yeah, I like that conceptualisation
                          'the long, gig': a very fitting wording indeed
                          thank you! Hyung

                        • Hakikur Rahman

                          A nice portray on life. Yes, it is good to be grow together.

                          • L. B. Mek

                            yes, it would be nice to grow together
                            thank you, for the supportive comment

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Inspiring words. There are too few who are willing to do what it takes

                            • L. B. Mek

                              yeah, but maybe if a few of us
                              can find the strength
                              to offer what we can
                              there's a chance to limit that
                              ever-widening, disparity
                              'between the needs of our world
                              our collective, humane actions'..
                              (thanks for the supportive comment, dear poet)

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