The Dying words ...

To Federico

The ulcer

The cancerous mouth

And rotting gums

The dull ache

of everyday

The abscess blues

Asbestos tongue

Who will speak

when the spoken word

is gone,

The broken word,

Who will listen

Underneath the noise

Who will write 

Into the black

Drunk of night,

Who will read

The tombstones

of ashes and Angels

Who will be left

When the dust is done ?

We; the b*****d, morbid, malice 

poets,

Hear us ROAR !

,

Reviews

[Eilis]

I'm trying to remember the things I knew about Lorca. I was immersed in his poetry for some months, but new experiences and memories take the place of the things you are no longer doing. Especially these days, I have a hard time remembering things month to month. Age isn't very kind.

Anyway, I always did love his surreal slant. But, sometimes the word surreal feels inexact, because I can feel the things in the words. They are not so foreign as to be lost. Which feels like what we are talking about here, in part. The press of life is the press of life but the poet's mind is his own and will press past it for as long as there is breath to be taken in.

Someone has to remind us of what has passed and why the graveyards cover such an expanse. Someday, the stones themselves will be buried and rediscovered. Without the words of poets, the calculation of the expository heart might be the only informer. And then some of the nuance of human feeling might also be buried.

Federico would roar back after reading this, I think. In solidarity, and understanding. Great poem, Gram.

[gram linski]

thanks Eilis for another great review They are not so foreign as to be lost, is exactly how I feel about Lorca, sometimes there is a flutter of something, caught in the corner of your eye, something about two sailors with oranges in their eyes, lol, if they kill all the poets who will be left to write s**t down

[kentuck14]

I often wonder why we feel compelled to write poetry. Because it matters!
T

[gram linski]

Thanks T, well it matters to us and like minded souls, not sure if anyone else gives a f**k, lol, do we care, I think not

[Edie Blue Starfish]

In this case it's fortunate that the roar can be heard through the poems that are penned. We leave these behind as our legacy.

[gram linski]

Wanted or not , unread and forgot, you can kill the thinker, not the thought, lol, glad you liked it Edie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am poet, hear me roar!
maybe from the graveyard, eh?

We chronicle all the worst...and wonder if anyone will ever read us and if they do, take us seriously...
Some don't want to hear what we have to say...they want to wear the rose colored glasses and keep their vision 20/20 for just the happy stuff.
we know better.
j.

[gram linski]

We do indeed, j. and the happy stuff usually hides the skeletal bone shake blues, thanks for the read.

[John the Baptist]

Roaring must be difficult when you have a cancerous mouth, rotting gums and an asbestos tongue.

[gram linski]

Not at all, some of the meaning is lost but the words are somehow amplified, thanks for your kind review,

[Chris Shaw]

Love the rebellious attitude in these words. When the world has sunk, the poets will still be treading water and shouting out with their last breath. What a way to go. Left the lights on for further visitors.

Chris

[gram linski]

Haha, the only visitors to my poyims are Vandals and Goths and stand up vampire comics, lol which one are you

[Chris Shaw]

My claim to fame is Nan to a Goth. I've been known to dress in black. If you can't beat Em, join Em I say. :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow! I simply love the tone of this, the defiance the brutal assessment of the world and where we are as it rots around our ears! And the idea we rancid excuses for heroes could utter more than a wimper!

[gram linski]

lol, thanks dude, would the last one out please write this s**t down and turn off the lights,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

That would be you then!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

PS who is Frederico?

[gram linski]

Federico Garcia Lorca was a gay Spanish poet who was executed by Franco during the Civil war for being a gay Spanish poet, his work is amazing, you would love him, he also liked to practise different writing styles, google will do the rest.