Saturday, November 23, 2013

Foghorn From a Ship Passing - by Bob Atkinson

Foghorn From a Ship Passing
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson
you know proximity from hearing waves
lapping foam beside waterline's paint
you feel a steel bow slice dark water
propeller twisting, pushing bulk farther

a blackened hulk announces passing
with a sound of low pitched passion
bellow forth with large steam whistle
frightening sound so full of misgivings

when an iron creature passes slowly
close by, carries with it heavy emotions
dense fog shrouds this mystery beast
frothy air damp as it again retreats

lights aglow, yet not focused clear
terror carried into your mind with fear
wildness settled for the night
sleeping demons shunning brightness

you came to find your mind confused
bent by this courageous monster's attitude
so suspenseful driving this hazy story
reach out quickly, turn the page slowly

Friday, November 22, 2013

Personality - by Bob Atkinson

Personality
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

saving quiet looks of inner depth
took his skills to a master's test
agonized over how without remorse
time would place his expertise against

those of similar or divergent artistic paths
some with talent, some with brashness
would this technique of impression last
or find unfavorable remembrance fast

would he be seen as little drama
sometimes caustic, sometimes appaling
sometimes finding intensity of heart within
sometimes flat with false facial chagrin

here in Mrs Henriot's spirit
thought he found his best lot's goal
she looks out pleading with large brown eyes
"Please Mr Renior capture my smile"

"Madame, if you will, let me decide
smiles be superficial against inner pride
wish to see your deepest soul's delight
bare your sensual nature via inner brightness"

judge, yourself, what Renior had
brought in vision in this pretty lass
right, wrong, or on false mission
yes, no, or smack in the middle

does her smile show shallow thoughts
depth of knowledge, inner faults
or, has he captured what we all seek
understanding a mind before it speaks

Monday, November 18, 2013

Significance of the Circus - by Bob Atkinson

Significance of the Circus
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

circus events stay in our minds
greatest memories for growing times
we've seen the days of devoted lives
they gave us awe, broad widened eyes

big top, side show, barkers loud
popcorn, peanuts, cotton candy
animals, freak show, tattooed ladies
hearts a'thump with open gaping

lolly pops given by that clown
one who took us, set us down
in the big top, seats out front
oh my,
those elephants had large trunks

lions tamed by a brave man
trapeze artists overhead
clowns of color running all over
faces laughing,
teasing,
graced and graceless

a bouquet of flowers from nowhere
announcer serious with abundant flair
all devoted to their craft of ages
this event now in my past not fading

taught me lessons of my life
not every person has the same stripe
some do this, some do that
not all people wear the same hat

most folks have sound purpose
long as their intent shows no malice
fun for everyone in this show
good people giving, loving folks

Friday, November 15, 2013

Thoreau, Hawthorne, Alcott, Fuller, Emerson - by Bob Atkinson

Thoreau, Hawthorne,
Alcott, Fuller, Emerson
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson
inspiration takes place today
charged in form by yesterday
times of which we're not aware
of all small details of daily fare
poets leave a legacy
calm descriptions of greening trees
emotions so deep, near heart's feelings
all we've got of lucid dreams
in our times, many thoughts
of when, where and here abouts
most ideas pass into oblivion
tragic loss of truth and vision
poets document our lives
not time not dates, but sacrifice
truth in feelings, open display
of useful tidbits, funny sayings
add your feelings to the mix
your experience, your simple fixes
document all you see of life
help those not yet born survive

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Charge Of The Light Brigade - by Alfred, Lord Tennyson / The Meaning of War - by Bob Atkinson

The Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written 1854
Tennyson
 Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

Commentary:

This battle,
one of many in the Crimea War,
was for supremacy of one nation,
or a group of nations, over another.
Fought over religion, empire, influence and pride
it formed the basis for the attainment of glory.
Two thirds of deaths in this war were from disease,
battles being a smaller part of the carnage.
Tennyson glorified war, and indirectly caused the
future deaths of many, many soldiers and civilians
by the promotion of killing as a rational act.
The need to seek glory is built into our DNA.
 Feels good, feels right, but is it?
 
Bob Atkinson
November, 2013

 
The Meaning of War
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

sickness raged, sickness stayed
within armies of the land
tearing life from hearts of men
dressed as gentlemen, fancy caps
tokens of their own design
for which they gladly died
in strange lands for different reasons
religion, stupidity and pride
fare thee well those of Enniskillen
you bravely go to death
stories folded into time
with saber or with long lance
dragoons and horsemen, those of cannon
 Victoria
fighting for Victoria's figurehead
red and green and gray suit coats
flags waved upon pole staffs
Lord Raglan wanted victory
against Russia's southern march
opposed by those who held great pride
years ago, in Napoleon's rout
yet freedom didn't reign as thought
in his country of past conquest
where death, destruction, devastation
drooled from mouths of warrior men
Meshikov commanded opposition
some saw this as battle for
religion, that sweet jewel of man
which rots your teeth down to the core

displayed pride herein contained
pushing an empire on the run
beaten down by circumstance
and by the force of gun
 when nations disagree
they struggle as if two men
black eyes become the dying
foes are made of friends

battles grind the souls of men
into that jellied mud thickly spread
pushing lives into the brink
taking the future from our children


this was one of many fights
in the Crimean war of shame
some won, some lost some came away
 in agony and with pain

six hundred fought in this group
brave, though under fire
from all sides of a narrow valley
pushed to their death by pride

light cavalry, not a heavy force
no punch brought for to stay
just charge and find where the enemy
is strong and where they'll break

pride of country, pride of army
pride of the marching man
pride of soldiers astride their mounts
pride of wicked saints of sin

pride of those who gave bad orders
pride of those confused by orders unclear
pride of those who guessed where
to attack an enemy from the rear

fighting for those values all
so close held to their vest
mother, country, attitude
or orders from true gents

with unwillingness to divest
in barbaric travesty
or in destiny of purpose
whatever stood as consequence

minds made only to conquer
whatever lay in front
with guns of fire held in the hand
or saber thrusts at hearts

here in a land so far from home
must prove what could be done
with blazing cannon shooting down
those advancing or on the run

so, six hundred charged the valley
wrong valley here they went
under fire of cannon's thunder
fire from rifles aimed at chests

a brave thing to do
charge on orders given in the dark
a brave thing to do
give up your soul to ambitious tarts

Friday, November 1, 2013

Attitudes vs. Principles - by Bob Atkinson

Attitudes vs. Principles
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

constrained in approach to life
we innovate on a grand scale
implementation desires change
to outlook passed with veils

deceit devolves because of hard
choices made not to alter course
rocks two points on starboard bow
not acknowledged, thus go ignored

ignored until that grinding sound
of bottom on hard granitic bedrock
chaos comes to claim our lives
to hurt all those we love

evolution prefers a course
of deliberation on all known facts
straight through so we don't vacillate
in our purpose to ignore radical tracks

radical simply denotes a group
which seeks to hurt our kin
and give to their selfish purpose
great suffering and chagrin

Read Me Good - by Bob Atkinson

Read Me Good
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

read me good those diatribes
of which you're famous and derided
read me well your tales of woe
those simple messages of thought flow

read me too into your heart
let me feel your inner parts
help me understand your process
well rehearsed or reflexed garbage

tell me of your culture's prowess
your dearly loved simplistic loudness
help me feel your inner pain
or your selfish want of gain