Thursday, July 30, 2015

In the Right - by Bob Atkinson

In the Right
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

“… that, merely for the sake of novelty and variety, one would sometimes wish to be in the right …”
Oliver Goldsmith

how hard this goal of which we speak
finds attainment's struggle incomplete
so difficult a task of honor found
to find correctness not unbounded

shoves to a corner, lays out flat
compressed to small point newly matched
hard to handle when picked up such
so heavy one cannot drag from dust

not that we don't try to get
our ducks in line with correct measure
a goal supreme, with flags unfurled
a simple idea which makes toes curl

but, here in this real world
where ideas compete as if on track
we find truth always attacked
and mush of lies on forward pack

to be “in the right” finds harder times
one clears his head, clears his mind
then becomes overburdened
with faceless lies of true uncertainty

how to survive this naked blast
I find an extreme, peculiar task
yet, sometimes will be surprised
truth comes out and covers lies

Monday, July 27, 2015

The Great and Powerful Wizard - by Bob Atkinson

The Great
Powerful Wizard
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

where does he get his strength
that wizard of us all
a super duper deviation created
tops mortals by good call

how does one tower over
us in our small space
how do we reflect existence
within our human race

how can we fill emotions
with ever lasting joy
how will we ever endure
a lasting sweatful toil

questions left for future
can't think about this now
must insure my opportunity
to take a respectful bow

this wizard presents forcefulness
he figured all this out
and left me bowing to his fame
with persuasive "people clout"

The New Black Legend - by Bob Atkinson

The New Black Legend
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson
tales of horror abound if one
seeks to find good truth
attacks on innocents resolved
with actions, intense, uncouth

called by some "Black Legend"
all held in abject infamy
gross actions of barbarians
described as indiscreet

humanity favors progress
kindness, a gentle touch
not hurtful integration of
brutality, with endless blood

the "New Black Legend" has evolved
to eclipse this odd disgrace
they've taken humanity aback again
by controlling minds with oily grease

grease of those rituals devout
made only to control
and tell lies incessant to
perpetuate hideous horrors

Thursday, July 16, 2015

For the Common Good - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

alone we delve into our minds
why cannot someone see
a force of good potential
from sea to shining sea

we have a good within us
to build up where nothing stands
yet, we merely watch as our towns
turn into dust and sand

a blueprint of perfection
need in our hands to be
want of construction
permeates our seed

some blow their brothers into bits
because of pea sized brains
some sit and watch a tubular
for very little gain

if we band together
should be for common good
to find a place in history
which carries that for which we stood

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Life Pervasive - by Bob Atkinson

Life Pervasive
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

seems to me, an untrained soul
this universe consists of life untold
so much stirs imagination grand
yes, here I'll make my stand

life is pervasive

you say my senses left me now
all wet, no dryness behind my ears
how can this find its way to fact
how does this statement with reality react

well, we're here aren't we today
shouldn't be, not sensible, no putzin' way
we stand on ground and look up
nothing between us and universal muck

not logical

we don't fly off toward deep space
solar wind doesn't charcoal our face
we breathe this air with gentle breaths
we swim blue oceans, rivers, lakes


oxygen, that dastardly element of choice
corrodes all things in contact mode
kills all it touches and lays around
feeding flames, no purpose sound

yet, we need it

water, that combo of H.2.O.
feeds our thirst in dry tongue mode
why doesn't this water evaporate
sun on oceans should purcolate

but it doesn't

could go on forever here
why does water persevere
why does what should tear us apart
feed our blood with oxilot

so when you see that mountain tall
a granite cliff, or waterfall
talk to it in gentle voice
could be your uncle in another form
is alive, I've stated my untrained thoughts
no reason I know of to change them now
you might knee jerk, say I'm all wet
but think about this idea friend

Monday, July 6, 2015

Favorite Sin - by Bob Atkinson

Favorite Sin
(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

not so often do we dwell
on that we keep to ourselves
yet vanity derives such pleasure
must talk about it now

we push to borders that self view
extremes of limits few others knew
as we harp upon those properties
which keep us off train's rail

ego sets our world on fire
sometimes motivating desire
a necessary tool of trade
faulted mostly as over baked

to push self image toward limits
sells one's form, a purchase for pennies
independent castigation arises
credentials shrunk to mini-fire

a bulge in peopled soup
not veggie, meat, nor garlic goop
just something floating all around
good for some, but for some not sound

me, I love this thing of life
which allows me when alone to light
my fire of importance bright
where only I can see my plight

an important person asleep at night

Interdependence - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2015 Bob Atkinson

how many times have we heard
someone in a moment blurt
out that saying of ancient lies
"I'm independent of personal ties"

to say one stands apart from friends
from connection to another's ends
says quite a lot in attitude
but holds not water of solitude

think about this friend of mine
start with clothing the Nike kind
how many shirts do you possess
which were made by your handiness

how many meals have you consumed
with butchered cows that you produced
how many grains have you grown
how many veggies brought from seed to home

that tar roof over your head
which protects you from winter's cold
or rains of summer splashing down
sun burning on your wrinkled crown

was put there by your acceptance of
dependent need, dependent love
where people banded together for
group production and ancient lore