On to re-posting more poems with comments and expolanations of a sort. Here goes: GLASS The glass creation on the shelf In the early morning light refracts, transmutes The arriving light into changing colours and links That fade and reform with the slightest of gentle shifts. If you try to see through it the waving [...]
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I think these things are poems, though there’s a bit of damage and they’re of no great age. Start me at £20, anyone?
Posted by simon7banks on May 6, 2012
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The Herald of Free Enterprise
THE HERALD OF FREE ENTERPRISE On 6 March 1987 the car ferry “Herald of Free Enterprise”, owned by Townsend Thoresen (later P&O) capsized outside the Belgian port of Zeebrugge, causing 193 deaths. A number of safety measures that would have prevented the disaster had not been taken because they were seen as low priority or [...]
Posted by simon7banks on May 4, 2012
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Instead of poetry, I thought I’d talk about wheelchairs, and quarries, and Halloween masks, and ponds, and knights in armour, and wheelbarrows and rainstorms…
While poetry can be a subject, as in the academic study of poetry, it’s really a mode of communication that can be about anything. In the 18th century the opinion grew in Western Europe that there were subjects and words unsuitable for poetry, which should be genteel and uplifting. Uplifting maybe – via the depths [...]
Posted by simon7banks on April 23, 2012
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By the Gate
BY THE GATE The cloaked man waiting by the gate Shivers in the warming day The planned arrival’s running late West wind drives the clouds away The cloaked man taps his booted feet Fumbles out a stained small case, Stares at a photo; fingers beat On holster; silence in his face A movement [...]
Posted by simon7banks on April 14, 2012
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Selected Poems of Simon Banks
(Well, about half my poems don’t make it on to the word file. They may survive in a handwritten notebook, or they may have been scrawled on a piece of paper and then I don’t rate them. From the word file a selection gets posted here – and from that, some which most seem to [...]
Posted by simon7banks on April 13, 2012
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Well, among the multitude of possible interpretations of these obscure poems, these will do as well as any
and gain a modicum of credibility from originating with the writer. So here goes with some more old poems. TOMORROW After a month of night, a reddish moon Illuminates a new world, smoothes The slivers of metal, softens the swathes Of jagged concrete to A pebble beach. The clumps of bodies become [...]
Posted by simon7banks on April 5, 2012
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Strange poems here. Perhaps the poet really meant…
On with a few more reblogged poems now with added explanation. Hmm… could try a “three poems for the price of two” offer or an extra-long poem for the same price as a short one. No? BRITISH NATIONALITY Nobody gave me a choice Of where I’d like to be born Nobody set me [...]
Posted by simon7banks on March 26, 2012
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Of course, I don’t really know what I meant…
According to some academics, it’s meaningless to ask what a writer meant, or at least, pointless because we can’t tell. Maybe nothing means anything. This is an attitude that could only exist in academia. People everywhere else are engaged in the risky, uncertain business of guessing what other people mean all the time. A general [...]
Posted by simon7banks on March 22, 2012
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Apologia
If they come to us, amongst the stars or seaworms, Or tapping on a slab of rock that blocks a tunnel, And ask us what we have done, We will be able to answer them: We chose to wreck the web of life around us, We were amused to bleach the coral reefs And [...]
Posted by simon7banks on March 10, 2012
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The Coming of Peace
In the parched land Peace falls like a shower of rain Seeps through the waiting and reviving soil Farmers go hunting it with pump and spade And fight over the holes they’ve made.
Posted by simon7banks on March 1, 2012
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