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Here are two poems I wrote to make humour out of frustration and say something about what I think poetry is not. My suggestion is that it is not something that excuses the poet from treating other human beings like human beings. Also if something is claimed to be art, it shouldn’t be protected against being criticised for being, say, racist or personally mean and vituperative.
The second poem reflects my belief that poetry is first and foremost an art of the spoken word. Clever shapes may amuse or impress, but they tend to distract from hearing the sound of the words and thinking about their meaning.
I’M A POET
I have anger, sore opinion,
Nudge it and I go vermilion.
I am special, I’m a poet,
Folk revere me. You should know it.
These are my words on the paper:
Worship them, you brainless gaper.
What I hold you must not question,
Not by statement nor suggestion.
I am special, I’m a poet…
Keep your bile bottle. Stow it.
If I draw out
Think it is a
Copyright Simon Banks 2013