'fare ye well' kind friends
Know, that it’s not ever
What is said
or
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
that’s
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
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Yes, we must grow strong together and be at one with this world.
Andy
Indeed, such an acute summarisation Andy, thank you
So much healing to be done, you are absolutely right. We can all play our parts to lift each other up.
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)
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.
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
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
'When the soup procrastinated'
what an analogy of our generational, lethargy..
(a wonderful comment, thank you dear poet)
Ooops
I meant soul*
But now I feel the soup did it’s job too
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.
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)
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.
like gang warfare between schoolkids, at your local MacDonald's
or the fervid greed and illation, the front pages report it with
which side of the coin, is more depressing...?!
'the prevalence of dishonesty.'
beginning, with that reflection in the mirror
(agree with your comments points completely, Dusk)
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"😂 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.😀
thank you, dear poet
so glad you liked the read
Splendid write, L.B.
thanks Jerry
stay safe, my friend
Beautiful tribute, and words to heed by!
thank you kind poet, and as-ever
what a generous and encouraging comment
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
yeah, I like that conceptualisation
'the long, gig': a very fitting wording indeed
thank you! Hyung
A nice portray on life. Yes, it is good to be grow together.
yes, it would be nice to grow together
thank you, for the supportive comment
Inspiring words. There are too few who are willing to do what it takes
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
and
our collective, humane actions'..
(thanks for the supportive comment, dear poet)
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