Wednesday, August 15, 2012

American Poetry by Bob Atkinson

American Poetry
(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

everybody feels the world by touch
a different texture, different cuts
diverse ways to see the sights
some feel kindness, their given right

some feel pain in every move
some deliver hardship, acting foolish
protoplasm of evil construct
devoted to composed destruction

battles good and new directions
face of ever changing projections
guilt and pride in the same thought
living out their quiet hopes

age old struggles haven't changed
direction constant, forever strained
toward what and where, not in our sights
only live out our given desires

simple by nature, reflex directing
all we are and who we hang with
why we do that we do in life
why we set selfishness in our sights

American Poetry reflects this all
yet behind hard covers, hard to tell
poets who write and see only dollars
give humanity not their free poems

they hold their works published in
vacuum of sales to family and friends
and claim distinction not really earned
gives them not credentials, merely saddle burrs

search for poetry on the line
you'll find not much more than mine
only content easily mustered
comes from distinguished, both dead and dusted

here's the challenge to all who hear
let us create some poetry here
content displayed for all to see
most important of all, should be free

those who have these false credentials
need to improve on their essentials
carry to the public something
which may or may not provide discovery

do they fear open discussion?
do they not possess real compassion?
does their form not fully function?
are they self-absorbed and crusty?

can't give openly their artistic side?
freely distributed to become archived
that soul of man we hold as our hearts
set out in plain sight for all to ponder

those of today
those we can dream
those who develop schemes

those who hold humanity close
and those who need guidance
us normal folks

 I only laugh violently
whenever someone else decrees
themselves a poet of some note
when nothing's free of which they wrote

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