Saturday, December 20, 2014

Dreams in Tow - by Bob Atkinson

Dreams in Tow
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson
if shallow meaning pervades a dream
then dreams shall hold me firm
as instant clarification hides all truth
when we've tamed our attitude

unsettled in our purpose
while rushing here and there
never in our wildest dreams
were we to stand up here

no, don't find a use
in worrying about my past
where open ended truces held
much danger if didn't last

to see what we have built in our
sense of destiny
carries in my mind a hope
of progress therein decreed

with open arms I see this world
has potential to expand forever
into a web of sensible delusion
some ignored, some looked well after

of simple and profound
we have our dreams in tow
to sally forth grand wickedness
under whiteness of fresh snow

Sensation of Books - by Bob Atkinson

Sensation of Books
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

emotional displays
within and under skin
from words read or heard
here a world begins

begins to feel great passion
for tales brought to one's head
by those of different experience
while I lie here in my bed

alternating surfaces
those turn black to white
as seas begin to roar when they
shimmer in fierce night

that sky of dots which brightly twinkle
remains no mystery to me
when another spends a lifetime
making good sense of what I see

suffering extended toward
a wonderment of doubt
follows trails of adventure
some successful, some without

frail I may be in my body
but, can climb that mountain tall
for someone in the know
has written down it all

here my tribute falls so short
of thanking them for what
extends my mind and body
toward what remains no longer doubt

doubt that this world survives
when my days of enjoyment gone
when another takes my place here with
complete knowledge of the farm

so that those cities fill with food
and people do not starve
because of ideas written down
by great men, no arms

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Poe vs Reality or Revitalization of Poetry in the 21st Century - by Bob Atkinson

Poe vs Reality
Revitalization of Poetry
in the 21st Century
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

Poe's vision of poetry
demeaned a genre' shameful
arguing poetry functions merely
as a form of art time wasteful

well, here in my comfy chair
beg to differ with that man
couldn't be so far from truth
if he said he'd had three hands

one to write with laziness
one to scratch his head
one to turn large pages
of my poems about the man

poetry's not so simple
where in one breath you can compound
all past and future sentences
with something said profound

we must explore our history
what we thought of these events
we must describe our feelings
not only dates and times presented

we have so deep in our hearts
potential to explore
producing great good nations
where sea laps up to shore

have to, in these times of trouble
understand where trouble originates
does it come from circumstance
or does hurtful agitate

how can man hurt ones he loves
how can he not love mankind
how can he give his soul to devil
total uselessness of mind

how can we not learn from past events
how can we document our fears
how can we open up to treasures
produced throughout many years

tell you firmly I believe
we can start here in our time
to fully document our souls
with rhythm and with rhyme

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

Friday, December 12, 2014

Ease of Decision, Tenacity of Mind - by Bob Atkinson

Ease of Decision,
Tenacity of Mind
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

so many times in our lives
we gather not true facts
just grab at straws, finalize
our beliefs with small impact

we carry these great burdens
those of narrow minded ideas
staying with our hearts as if
they held our timeless feeling

burned so deep into our lives
these quickly grabbed surmises
tell us how to find the truth
with echoes of alliances

can't let them go away when said
they're false, not really real
only with great tenacity
can we remove our zeal

takes great and lasting payment
to cling to what we think
allowing then our self image only
to take us to the brink

seems sad we'll delude ourselves
not for fact but self expression
into doing that which we
see not as inspiration

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Heat - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

to understand workings
of that which most don't care
sends us on an errand
to mindless wanderings there

this sign of relative touch
an over threshold leap
begins a journey circumscribed
with wonder, disbelief

what's "heat?"

better some great scientist
explain this dude to you
myself, only an observer
of those who know the truth

about such strange diversions
we see daily in our lives
but fail to understand detail
no effect here on our pride

heat's defined as transfer
of energy proposed
not work, nor solids predisposed
to shift their worthy goals

increases entropy
what that means I do not know
while shifting something here to there
akin to wiggling toes

latent heat's inclusive
while "sensible" changes not
that variable which we know
gets considered in this pot

what this all means to life
haven't got a clue here, any bit
should put heat to study on my calendar
if in future have a minute

Poverty and Privation - by Bob Atkinson

Poverty and Privation
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

give me a break you who wail
about your current station
don't understand this world of ours
has many, many layers?

to groan and mumble words of woe
when you're healthy in your body
tells me you've a selfish streak
see wealth as all that matters

how does that align with deserving
to go where you look upon
when you, there in your feelings
care not to help us all

purpose stays for those who know
how this world evolved
from hunter gatherer stalemate
to farmers working with their plows

not so much size of your tv set
that says how you resolved
to join a mainstream culture
more said of how you charge

charge those around you
to learn of life with energy
and feed that passion burning
within your heart felt need

push back on that which holds
your toes from tapping sounds
of progress in your station
with efforts wild, unbounded

push back on your community downers
who keep others from your streets
and feed that morass of hopelessness
which holds back your brothers' seed

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Poemwriter - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

tell me when this thing evolves
into a large idea in long wood halls
tell me how we presented fate
that overdone flowing gate

tell me when should signs light up
though my feelings lie in twisted muck
some show forever complex forms
while talking over ways and norms

find me ever in my head
pressing that which holds grand plans
take this overblown reprieve
to drive toward fuller sensual extremes

prior to this errant fluctuation
my signs pointed toward gyration
counting all within this scope
as here or there or castle roped

come to me you senseless dope
carry all you wished and hoped
trade measure for that measured hand
then pick up skirts and join the band

Grains of Life - by Bob Atkinson

Grains of Life
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

softly flowing prior years
those of some past delights
determined elements of time
focused with indulgent desire

to relive some yesteryears today
we're dreaming toward those prior days
when all that went before was calm
no worries, or determined faults

sifting bad feelings out of mind
leaves thoughts of love again
we think not of that struggle
which determined where we stand

holding hands again resolves
those trials we all went through
to work bad memories to dust
and follies to laughing stew

no, there were no obstacles
we couldn't climb upon
no force of nature we could not
work on until was gone

we stand so tall within our hearts
we find we've done quite well
in working all our problems out
while passing close to gates of hell