Friday, March 17, 2017

Shame and Dishonor - by - Bob Atkinson

Shame and Dishonor
(c)2017 Bob Atkinson

self image drives us on
what we think of ourselves
that description in our hearts
a code of honor we live upon

most see absolutes
as an objective to aspire
feel their wandering desires
detach them from normal lives

care not for propriety
one certain goal of life
an ancient institution
love for self, others, life

if norms carried focus
would find focus fuzzy
not finely tuned with society
but stumbling toward a muddy

a muddy trap of insecurity
never clean in dispensation
a shallow form of creation
not for a lifetime of salvation

of course in surface tension
would falsely justify
every action so minute
as to let distortions pass us by

some utilize techniques
make us bow and read their lines
to drive deeply into our minds
sub-conscious control to rectify

rectify a service not to God
but to their selfish whims
leaving us without a soul
truth buried by their sins

passes by as if so real
yet hidden from good truth
an open invitation
to continue on uncouth

let this stand a lesson
let this tell us how
to finely tune existence
forgetting lies of hollow ground

one needs not look outward for
a method to escape
poverty of soul
honor's an easy form of grace

without much solid evidence
real and lasting virtue
must always stand astride
taking softness to always nurture

nurture a benevolent tone
which carries toward good grace
never letting lack of soul
our aura disgrace

standing firm with nature's task
of building toward a future
where everybody finds a goal
which carries soul to institutions

when we feel our lives in tune
we're forever on a run
which helps us toward a future
devoid of smoke and guns

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

End of the Circus End of Good Times - by - Bob Atkinson

End of the Circus
End of Good Times
(c)2017 Bob Atkinson

sweet dreams of audience screams
clowns who populated cars so small
high wire, acrobats, trapeze
elephants, tigers, lions, monkeys, macaws

all these things we saw up close
in a big top held up with ropes
barkers on a midway run
games to play outside for fun

all gone now

here in my lifetime a taste for reality
replaced by mechanical screens
effects created by computer
no interest anymore in realistic things

but now I find 'tis cycle time
where past repeats itself

all we knew when we were young
find ways to re-purpose themselves

most pleasant hide-out of tomorrow
will have none of science showing
a simple world for simple souls
flowers growing in peaceful gardens

sound of mechanical oddities
gone from everyday life
nothing seen of computer screens
wood cut with saw held tight

feel I might not survive that world
I'm such a wimp today
leverage of a million years
no longer here displayed

so many dreams to think about
won't find an answer yet
my mind's so clouded with doubt
but had to get it off my chest

about these changes I'm forced to endure
wish stability now and then
but when I'm forced to stand still
I find laments begin

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Devolution A World Devolved - by - Bob Atkinson

A World Devolved
(c)2017 Bob Atkinson

sense we've turned a corner
in our world of fine fixed minds
where we've become accustomed
to variations without rhyme

those simple institutions which
find nothing here of note
I'm in a vast confusion
about these things here I have wrote

do my reflex feelings
come from deep down in my heart
or do they reflect passages burned
by media's techniques of minded rot

for everywhere I look I find
them telling me how to feel
I don't respond well to terror
or some altruistic zeal

for those who think they know good truth
in reality know nothing new
they're only in this for ego
to assemble a controlled crew

which feeds their self-image
a preponderance of rage
and kills those innocent of guilt
while keeping freedom caged

I find this situation
irritating in the least
for whomever keeps me from life
deserves to lie at my feet

an open invitation to
those who force themselves on us
and keep us in a bind
with their varieties of lust

lust for power and control
I give you not that over me
for I am a simple soul
wanting to be free

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Sophistication of Voice - by - Bob Atkinson

Sophistication of Voice
(c)2017 Bob Atkinson

say this how you will
in a certain snippet of time
your sophistication dawdles
in open sets of rhyme

I don't feel inclusive
don't feel comfortable at all
in my use of language
could be my downfall

set down for you emotions
of a simple mortal man
a tribute to institutions of
an event without a plan

how do we progress in culture
without concern for how we write
without a line of arrogance
or even gentle light

my own experience in this
carries nothing much of note
just simple words for simple minds
in everything I've wrote

so many little words held up
for ridicule and jest
which sends a message to you
gets this off my chest

I'm not one to dawdle on
little nothings of ideas
but here lies an open question
bringing up my fears

fears I won't match those words
to my every whim
and leave you wondering how I can
collect them in a bin

and throw them as if sharp darts
at walls of indecision
bringing something to your table
with or without derision

take this open pleading for
an epic or dust pan
but never stop believing in
capabilities of man

Monday, January 9, 2017

An Army to Conquer An Army to Protect - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2017 Bob Atkinson

here in middle continent
we form a battle band
to project our authority
both here, and beyond our land

a society becomes a creature
tries everything of note
to influence beyond fixed borders
government without a single vote

outcomes of senseless struggle
rebels without good cause
those who would harm peace
taking life spark from us all

my feelings swell inside me always
when thinking about these facts
face flushes with emotion
when viewing tanks with tracks

and guns which carry bullets
boots with which to march
backpacks carrying all needs
for a killer pawn's departure

knowing first hand that we
as an army have no voice
in bringing civil nature to
another country's coasts

makes me sad when reflecting
how we deviate from real
sinking down deep to find
our courage and our zeal

perhaps without these travesties
we never would evolve
into a force of nature
with courage and resolve

this thought finds comfort for
my conflict here in mind
do we try to pretend greatness
by slapping down our kind

or do we equate emotions
courage, fanfare, marching through
a world without open borders
where violence pays its due

pays homage to a past
where the vicious found their mark
and tortured all who opposed
their view of nature's spark

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Duped - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

he thought his plan sincere
he thought his motives just
save this world from deviants
do his part to end all lust

he conquered fear with faith
no doubt left in his mind
his purpose never shrouded with
an arrogance of times

that simply describes his situation
when he killed for faith supreme
but now let’s take a moment
to examine all his dreams

his mind had been adjusted
by rituals each day
repetitive motions laying out
this man as tool of trade

no deity ever created
left love of man on hidden page
nobody could arrange a world
with kindness thus decayed

for killing’s not a religious tool
only tool of trade when used for lust
and jealousy of sect’s a struggle
devoid of purposed thrust

my mind saddens when confronted
by those who kill for not a rule
of justice brought to fellow man
those who worship as a tool

a tool finds in character
a kinship with another word
which sounds the same
with different meaning

yes, taken as a fool

a fool believes that anyone
can state in certain terms
who lies at world’s center
that’s so hard to discern

some believe in absolutes
which govern all we do
while some believe those characters
denote the stuff of fools

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Honor or Infamy - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

seems so little an idea there
how we keep ourselves in touch
in touch with life's gentle moods
those which perk us up

we've never seen a light so bright
or candle facing winds
as if our eloquent desires
expand outward from within

to feed our constitution's frame
a certain kind of fear
fear we may not have been
worthy of our peers

some believe barbarity
feeds their need to breathe
while another may find hope
in charity of giving

idea here flows through our hearts
do we wish honor or infamy
do we wish to die a death
that nobody mourns or weeps

or do we wish to aide mankind
in all our little ways
here's a choice you can make
with every breath you take

Friday, November 25, 2016

Adaptation - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

surreal describes our situation
a mental image processed inward
toward some deviation's mark
of human non-progress directly stated

we step back in our time
within a mix of what we see
devolved toward institutions
benign and in between

solve for me this problem
help me with this question
which expands our capabilities
strength or cowardice?

strength would stand our backbone
against every problem charged
while cowardice would never ever find
us with courage leveraged by

by those men of society
who claim their laws lie real
when they, in their weakest moments
this land underfoot did steal

so why would what someone says
hurt you in the least
why could you not ignore
words from some strange beast

why would society protect you
from verbal communication
even though those thoughts you hear
come from a deviant situation

I would rather hear it all
so I could adapt to that charge
with thought over time
as to their meaning's cause

would never tell you you're in the wrong
to say any words to me
for when you say them openly
you've set your mind process free

when you hear these things from me
you know fully where I stand
I'd rather have a bullet come
from front not toward my back

adaptation changes us
and melds those not sincere
from a pot of thoughtless men
into a set of peers

while protection of thought
demeans our species greatly
give me honesty please friend
so I can understand your meaning

for if because of convention
you hide your feelings from
your friends and your enemies
we'll never become just one

always stay "them and us"
and those not of my kind
something I would cry about
from now 'till end of time

Friday, November 18, 2016

If Another Thinks Different - by - Bob Atkinson

If Another Thinks Different
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

travesty befell us all
when those who tended sheep
harvested a sentiment
against what good men teach

this seemed a private notion
but with hurt to impose on us
a disunited stumble
for people akin to lust

never in all history
had sacrilege been thus portrayed
never in thousands of years
had humanity been thus betrayed

cause of such reduced to naught
wiping out religious freedom in this world
where before you could worship plainly
anyone you would

but now with this statement of
untrue facts brought to our front
we feel free to injure others
as they're not of our bunch

when people see this bad's been done
they might open up their eyes
to reality of purpose here
as we're not a bunch of liars

we're open minded in approach
when we think a lot
not allowing ritual hypnosis
to injure us at all

we know we're sincerely blessed
to think for ourselves sometimes
we know who's supreme in our hearts
if another thinks different, that's just fine

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Doldrums - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
seeing sends believing messages
directly to one's brain
yet when our off button's pushed
we're rarely aware of the lightest rain

enigmas of an early time
make me feel as if contrite
while doldrums send a message of
calm flashes of white light

as if a sailor on blue oceans
going south beyond equator
I feel as if my wind's becalmed of late
has taken to resting not gyrating

true, my energy of before
was like a whirlwind of haste
while those who followed me in step
ended in hospitals, exasperated

why these ideas perform
some mental images of late
seems thoughts while resting now
have old activities replaced

doldrums seem to me at this moment
a natural attitude of my body
while watching young with energy
I stand by this open gate yawning

not giving what I could before
in any meaningful way
just think I've done all that they do
that's all I have to say

no comment on their performance
I've had my time to shine
they need to realize this life
is a compound of yours and mine

Friday, November 11, 2016

Total of Our Run - by - Bob Atkinson

Total of Our Run
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
lack of money isn't poverty
money isn't wealth
for I've seen both sides of life
with openness of breath

for when one lives in poverty
there are rags to wipe the floor
and smiles can't be bought with cash
cash doesn't open every door

for if you stand on a corner
and beg for coins from me
won't give a penny to you then
unless right there I see

a broom in your hand
to sweep up city streets
something you'd not think of
as you stand there on your feet

there were times when my paper route
bought presents for our crew
cause papa lost that money when
too few good cards he drew

and coin left in his pocket
bought wine of simple taste
and left us with a heartache
instead of toys and games

but we tried our best not to do
those bad things they had done
giving our children a solid home
not ever on the run

for we found energy from disappointment
in having nothing of our own
the will to work much harder
than every other soul

and when you tally performance
you see what we have done
not letting poverty of time
be the total of our run