Saturday, December 13, 2014

Salon of Poetry - by Bob Atkinson

Salon of Poetry
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

they stood so detached from minds
on easels, boards of rhythm, rhyme
these penned tomes of lives began
with promise of a fruitful land

here in Pueblo Ancient
stars of language concentrated
to begin work on maturity of thought
in this world so much distraught

leadership in some cultured direction
not fully developed, yet progressing
toward a future harmony sincere
that tasteful nut devoid of fear

they stood proud in that hall of fame
their words professing honest gain
no simpleton's remarks had they
made in letters naive, profane

taken by us one and all
this beginning in that open hall
began as something quite sincere
reducing our most deadly fears

fears of social progress not
that struggle for just freedom's knot
a world with potential clearly defined
beyond our present state of mind

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