Friday, November 14, 2014

Prestige - by Bob Atkinson

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    Prestige
    (c)2014 Bob Atkinson

    here we have good purpose
    for our emergence from disgrace
    our intellect directed fully
    toward gentle style and grace

    leadership becomes on surface
    an essential ingredient in this tale
    taking from man's history wisdom
    good deed and good intent prevailed

    hold on to your bootstraps fella
    cancel appointments you have made
    grab that cup of coffee brewed
    open your window shades

    here in our darkest moment
    when we begin to doubt ourselves
    we've backed directly into purpose
    a definition of where we've failed

    then, with no extended delay
    I'll spell it for your needs
    to thoroughly understand the route
    we need to undertake to succeed

    must here work on cachet
    showing dignity in our efforts
    esteem, good pride's reflection
    of importance in our merit

    power held in reserve to evoke
    prominence by our flag thus waved
    reputation preceding us when we
    arrive here on world's stage

    standing among the group of nations
    high stature, if you will allow
    leading status letting us
    show weight of what we love

    authority of the solid foundation
    celebrity when among our peers
    those also of consequence
    having also shed their tears

    in control of life seeking clearly
    harmony within nature's frame of mind
    refraining from those tangential trips
    toward ascendancy of power climbs


    all seeing in our produce
    credit for what we've done
    distinction for that time when we
    had great problems to overcome

    eminence of leadership
    illustriousness of our fate
    kudos given us by those
    who position us as great

    preeminence in decisions
    as rank builds via explanation
    regard for our station's purpose
    carries high renown for reputation

    repute not disputed
    our state so stable built
    to sway others in our direction
    rejecting devil's dictatorship

    prominence for humanity's sake
    created by us all
    by constant effort to evolve
    what's good for one and all

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Laughter (a suspension of ordered thought) -- by Bob Atkinson

Laughter
(a suspension of ordered thought)
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

laughter short circuits minds
but, in a gentle sort of way
confusion healing synapses
therapy for our burdened brains

as a release from cares each day
this chuckle lets us incubate
and move into a happy place
as if we've won life's race

feelings from our torsos
drawing up into our nose
clamp down upon our brains allowing
senseless perceptions to roam

seems as if directed minds
become so quivering as to shake
while nothing worries us when
we laugh until we're in a teary state

laughter lulls our sense of order
until doesn't matter what we do
we look up to down, rain cotton crowns
on desert trees moistened by honey dew

laughter defined becomes a cure
from burdens of our program
letting brains heal in short time
by release from rules of order

Dreams of Youth - by Bob Atkinson

Dreams of Youth
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

the gentle breeze of ocean scene
carried on to shore by waves
shows a misty entourage of wings
on my mind somewhat dismayed

golden days of youthful rage
before I understood
how this world was organized
the order of how we moved

youth has in lack of knowledge
advantage here and now
no worries of mortality
or weaknesses defined

simple thoughts of simple minds
unburdened by the sense
of grand spatial relationships
or proper actions left unfenced

they will learn in time what fills
this world with progress made
that everlasting accomplishment
left to their children's days

here in our defined spaces
we live with all those folks
who pen our hopes and dreams
into a corner as if by rope

here and there with diligence
we break free from such restraints
and see our dreams come to fruition
with style and with grace

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Era of Illusion - by Bob Atkinson

Era of Illusions
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

wishing doesn't make it so
as we've learned in these past years
finding everlasting progress
takes many wasted tears

future filled with harmony
such a worthy goal
comes at a price of ego
and toil of many folks

let us begin the journey
to take with us our land
and fully excavate its soil
with machine and hand

forming a greater nation
based upon some precepts wrote
some everlasting hardened roles
which carry goodness in its fold

try to send a message
not tolerant of hate
no taking trials of ages
into the pail of waste

let them know barbarity
cannot be allowed its head
no, we won't accept violence
as a method of the dead

dead of heart these heathen sods
who use religion as a crutch
to kill and injure citizens
who must regain our trust

killing willy nilly
or killing at all cannot
be something humanity cherishes
for them there is no god

Sunday, November 9, 2014

War of Ideals - by Bob Atkinson

War of Ideals
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

seems here in my point of view
there lies a goal supreme
in some who profess profound right
to press upon us principles of their dreams

they seem so spiritual
accepting only their view of life
taking up arms to force
another to abide

abide by their righteousness
for they view themselves as saints
not understanding right of purpose
requires totality of restraint

restraint from hurting fellow man
no harm to us can they
in their goodness of purpose
to this world display

if, on the other hand
some hurt the ones they love
then willingness to kill and maim
takes license from their cause

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Composition of Us - by Bob Atkinson

Composition of Us
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

we consist of many things
mother, father, ancestral springs
flowing down through all of time
until the present of yours and mine

serious discussion needed here
meanings broad, nothing to fear
how our world gets organized
begins to form under our eyes

to imagine these ideas professed
must suspend belief of rocky cliffs
do we consist of salty brine
or chunks of life unrelated to time

here, in imagination's realm
every part belongs to all else
life gone before has changed our mood
by simple inclusion in reality's brew

reaction, composition of moods
takes origin from those with whom
our world before us fought their way
toward where we stand, our present day

why we drive toward complex themes
in an ocean mixed with every dream
becomes a question for our hearts
leaves us in doubt, a grand purpose for art

unanswered questions here abouts
might never find solutions, described results
might never be told what here exists
but speculation abounds in this abyss

every object made in all of time
every thought prior to yours and mine
every idea professed until now
lies mixed with us, we're life's ship's bow

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Pervasive Style - by Bob Atkinson


Pervasive Style
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

bland form sends a message
to us who hesitate in thought
not fixed in function nor devised
undulated by surfaces caught

back in those old times of trouble
some of which still remain today
we work ourselves into a bubble
organizing throbbing, shooting pain

how can this altogether show
in our darkest hour of crisis
sincerity testing meditation
without use of an odorous flower

to tell the truth we incubate
desires in our heart
grow devious burdens of concern
thus receding good works of art

so toned our nature becomes
to life wonderful or ghastly
we hardly look toward the future
as our lives revolve on past dreams

depends upon our choices made
to become good or nasty souls
descriptive labels applied to our lives
become everlasting stories unknown

unknown by conscious thought
under cover we persevere beyond
toward fabric of the natural world
in the push and shove of onward

we cannot change what's prearranged
we cannot comprehend
that everlasting background
upon which our world depends