A Poet Dreams

It's goodnight from me and it's goodnight from him

Tis a sad  day for poetry,

the day the writing dies,

I sense a malaise,

a maleficent, malignant undertow

washing through words and rainbow dreams,

a thousand poets joined as one,

and still the same s**t, bullshit,

bromide blues, high school 2:02

readers of words without comment

receivers of praise without reviews,

a moral obligation, shat upon,

a friendly welcoming hand shake,

I like your work, please like me too,

give and take and take  and give f**k all,

bored with the unknown unseen battlefields,

It's got f**k all to do with me,

Tis  a sad day for poetry,

the day the writing dies,

The man they couldn't hang

dragged his heels in the sand,

laughed a mirthless laugh,

said; let's try this s**t again,

The End !

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

writing will never die, any word published on the net or in ink even a note you jot down at midnight, writing will never die. I live to write, i love it, i dont care if its not reviewed, but am happy to get some yes of course like we all are. I also love to review new writers, their fresh ideas. I was new here 2 years ago and i felt out of place, a lot, surrounded by all these wonderful!!! fantastic writers, its taken me two years to realise that maybe yes I belong in my odd original way, yes Im not that bad that I thought i was back then. Writing never dies only our spirits.

[gram linski]

Thanks your review, it lifted my spirits, I love writing too and you're correct, it is a bit daunting when you read some of the great writers, cheers again,

[Robert Trakofler]

my friend says this is a mutual admiration society and to an extent that is true... here's the rub from the bunny... Gram I don't review folks if i don't think the write merits one this is a double edge sword cause if the subject merits better clarity i will say so for the sake of the write this can be met with angst but i always explain why i think it merits it and that is usually enough to take the sting away. the other edge is my not saying something leaves someone hanging in the ether not coming across its a tightrope. For me however the difference from when i first started writing in here and now is... freaky I have learned from all of you in reading you and i truly love the common threads that bind us in the process

[gram linski]

I appreciate your views on the matter, Bunny, thanks for getting back to me, keep on writing in the free world, dude,

[Cherrie]

Tighten up your boot straps my dad would say. Do it cause you love it and not what the other's might say.
:)

[gram linski]

Very true, Cherrie, thanks, was at a kind of low point and the pen wrote for me.

[Cherrie]

No better place to share those feelings than among other writers.

[HB Rita]

Weiting would never die neither the poet’s dream! A poet knows many ways to dig out and find the the pure gold. As christine said, despite tge battlefields, you can come across on internet poem! Best wishesh! 100 rating for you.

[gram linski]

Thanks HB, great review, glad you liked it, brought a smile, quite a rare thing,

[Neville]

Irony is not a flower... that would be Bryrony, tho Byron was a poet.. does that count as poetry.. no tis the tobacco that counts.... well that and good posts... I hope that was not the end... enjoyed.. Neville

[gram linski]

Lol, thanks Neville, don't worry, I have recovered from my anti social fugue,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah such a vitrolic expose of the art of on-line poetry sites. No real critique only platitudes and a drive to be current or die the death of ignimoniously being ignored as yesterday's news!

[gram linski]

Exactamondo, dude, what was it that gave it away

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Words?....

[gram linski]

Haha, lo f*****g l,

[Paul Bell]

Look upon it as gone today but back tomorrow.
They'll always be something to write about.
Or just be like me and pinch a line from other poets and join them up.

[gram linski]

Lol, dude, you got me writing style, why think when you can steal, what's a misplaced sentence or two.

[Chris Shaw]

There will always be something to say and many ways to say it. The writing won't die. I am more optimistic despite the battlefields you can come across on Internet poetry. I know there are people out there who love poetry as much as I do. I breathe it. That's where you took me gram.

Chris

[gram linski]

Thanks, Chris, you are a breath of fresh air, and inspiration too,

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your kindness:)

[Chris]

Chuckling here... In olden days most peeps were too busy keeping eating as a habit, to even afford something to write on or with - even if or when they had a clue of HOW to read or write. And that says much about the present time - even the kids have access to ...the world, the WHOLE world.

Self-publishing was seldom an option either.

Education had "airs" attached, an automatic assumption of "well-to-do" and "privilege". Now you "need" a degree to be behind a cash register taking orders for coffee - for a minimum wage W/O benefits. The envy has sort of worn off.

It still takes time for people to figure out if they have something to say that anyone MIGHT just listen to - and they get so damn surprised when someone DOES listen.

[gram linski]

Cheers, Chris I totally get your sentiment, but I am done and dusted, nothing left to say, genuinely cannae be arsed with the bullshit bromide blues, all sin is known, as you know,

[Chris]

ok - I laughed out loud on THAT one. So many say that there is nothing new under the sun and yet there always is after all. Still writing and sharing thoughts beats the hell out of sitting in silence staring into the "nothing".

[gram linski]

lol, Ok, dude you got me there, but the void can be an interesting and valid friend, and the views are f*****g awesome dude, stare into the abyss and it will tickle yer shaven balls,

[Coyote Poetry]

I carried a book of the 100 greatest poems through four war zones. Shared the book with many people. I have the book on my table. Poets and writers don't die. Their words outlast their time on the earth. Your words honest and I wonder often. Why do I write? Easy answer. I must. Thank you dear friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[gram linski]

Thanks, Coyote, this was like a dear john letter until I got your review, did your book involve any Milton by any chance

[Coyote Poetry]

Of course. The book was published in 1958. All the legends of writing. My goal. One poem, that can out-last me. You are welcome my friend.