Silver Star - 3,185 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Poets/ His And Hers... - Poem by GRANT FRASER

He's not a poet,
but he is...

They're not true
wordsmiths either!

So we're incompetents
about to fool around
with meaning,

Meaning, we don't care
if it's random or just
made up,

She's not a poet,
but she is,

But like who reads
Lord Byron, Nowadays?

Have we always been
in this situation?

Green seaweed of the mind,
not enough salt,
mounds of sex,
half a banana
with the skin partly drawn,

Yes it's a poet alright!
and they want it now...

For we all know how
to take it like that,

Bent over, without little care
as to what anybody truly thinks,

So called dangerous poets - huh!

Comments about Poets/ His And Hers... by GRANT FRASER

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

[Report Error]