Thursday, January 26, 2012

Taxing Problem by Bob Atkinson

Taxing Problem

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

we have our county government
the city has one too
then there is the state
which has something else to do

again we have the federal
that overgrown balloon
and in Europe they've created another
which they simply call the “Union”

purpose of which is to expand
on that oh so purposeful deed
tax the wealthy, tax the rich
which is taxing to you and me

take away any freedom
take away my pride
with each dollar going to
that different flag which files

take what has been made
and spend it where you please
throw away the hard earned pot
that we would like to keep

isn't that we believe
in starvation at a level
where children go without
or people have no shelter

problem isn't only at the top
though top needs to be addressed
problem is at both ends
where we've created quite a mess

oligopoly and monopoly have been arranged
where market share of great size
is gotten by a game of stealth
by swallowing the other guy

this game is acquisition
requires taking all fierce competition
and buying it with future earnings
to be gotten by price increases

then at the bottom we have the lot
who think procreation is their job
and taking from the government
has become their rightful pot

they don't wish to expand
on what has come before
just wish to use what they can
and stay home behind their doors

my simple recommendation
from my simple mind
is don't let any get that big
reduce the maximum size

and at the other end
don't squeak and squawk and moan
about what the other guy has done
if you've not moved your bottom bone

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Compound Locomotion by Bob Atkinson

Compound Locomotion

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

compound locomotion
begins movement at the start
pulsing in its inclination
to push all those wicked hearts

stretching close bonds between
remaining still or moving backwards
hard pulses of independence
rattle status quos as it shatters

by breaking all those directed paths
of minds who would conform
to that which nature has produced
in her effort to move us onward

many, many ways become
expansions of the soul
with compound locomotion
driving us to our homes

the alternative moves within
the group's directional norm
and gives up all advancement
in exchange for social comfort

comfort becomes the ease
with which we give up the ghost
and die without knowing
did we accomplish all we hoped

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Mother of Whistler and Poets by Bob Atkinson

The Mother of Whistler and Poets

(c) 2012 Bob Atkinson

she sat there not knowing
she'd be the main attraction
in the struggle for dominance
of production over passion

those with credentials
that sat upon the pot
rarely defecated
in their erudite response

to the charge they had been given
progression of the form
learned definitions
written poorly in those stones

she sat there posing smugly
broadening appeal in her game
taunting generations of producers
to feed upon meal's grains

this poet feels her comfort
lives within her realm
watching those with letters
pushed behind their names

produce that which is abhorrent
and doesn't fit the need
of those wishing emotional content
be contained in poetry's refrains

content that has broad meaning
and pushes us to find
that soul we hide within our hearts
in the back-side of our minds

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Bless Those of the Waters by Bob Atkinson

Bless Those of the Waters

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

oh, bless the waters truly blue
to the lives of many men
who live the gallant life of sacrifice
and pain over and again

theirs gives a tribute to the soul
of that which doesn't always win
but expends those efforts anyway
has been this since the world began

true to traditions garnered
of many, many in the past
from Smith to Billy Tyne
and countless other thousands

here is the quest of mankind
to expand and conquer all
to rise beyond the simple fears
dying for it, or standing tall

upon the mountains or the oceans
running down fast river flows
up to the heavens beyond the clouds
or deep into the earth's bowels

we see them as heroes
we see them in their travails
we glow in their accomplishments
and watch them sometimes fail

Animal of the Seas by Bob Atkinson

Animal of the Seas

(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

wandering through the oceans
the ship circled coasts
where people lived the lives
of traditions well toasted

toasted to by those who thought
continuance was success
of what had before been lives
lived out for the best

plowing through the waters
freed from cables and chains
this large animal of luxury
gave satisfaction in place of pain

unseen below the keel
unseen by others' eyes
the beast with throbbing engines
passed over hardened sands

sands upon which flora anchored
and fauna roamed and bucked
when waters left the oceans
below their uncovered crust

but now the large strange animal
which floated upon the crests
of waves of endless waters
kissed the lands that it had blessed

the Captain was surprised
to feel this kiss of death
of the sands below the vessel
knew his career was at an end

frozen, his instincts churned
his mental processes stopped
tried to find a consummate response
while asking for damage assessments

instructed helm to veer toward
the Island of Giglio
he would save the passengers
by sacrifice of his vessel's hull

again the steel animal ground
this time upon a rock
tearing into deeply chewing
its rivets and steel plates

impaled by this large stone
the hull no longer held
water back, the ocean
was by the ship inhaled

bunks that had been slept in
by crews of many nations
and stores of goods to be used
to produce smiles in patrons

flooded down the hallways
never to be used
as they were intended
was the end of this cruise

the crew responded faithfully
did the best they could
but this situation being new to them
wasn't easily understood or stable

those who should have known
what was the ordered way
of ship evacuation to safety
let their communications stray

stray to words of their home tongue
not understood or heeded
by those who lashed the lifeboats
not dropping them neatly into the ocean

the ship assumed the form of
a sea animal in distress
leaning over on its side
wanting only a moment's rest

passengers did what they could
the crew did the same
and rescue boats and helicopters
jumped into the saviors' game

co-ordination wasn't needed
each assistant knew his job
saving as many passengers
as dictated by the hand of God

Sunday, January 8, 2012


                                              (c)2011 Bob Atkinson

up down and sideways
our position's located where
the order of our environment
becomes the situation we declare

it's basically in the mind
where our position's mapped at
the co-ordinates of our feelings
and our simple tit for tats

how much stays real, we cannot know
when truth lies at the bottom
who's reality gives us rock solid
terra firma foundation markings?

so when you refer to absolutes
state absolute from what
that which anchors your meanings
measures the reality of truth and love

Before by Bob Atkinsona


(c)2011 Bob Atkinson

he sat out his later years
a quiet, peaceful man
telling those around him
had always been like that

serious though he might seem
about his early life
no thunder could be louder
than his bark as well as bite

now, as you look at him
a slow and peaceful man
you think he could be useful
with a broom and large dust pan

yet when the fires raged
and the bullets zipped right by
he had been light on his feet
and with his fellows very sly

so when you see a stranger
don't put him in a hole
that may not fit his way of life
or, the way he was so long ago