Thursday, February 25, 2016

Purpose Power - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

we build our institutions
on an edge of landed gates
where never we expect to see
an ocean wave gyrate

do we find our senses dissolved
here in a puttered daze
where sensible building would predict
crashing waves from frequent gales

when you leave your element
time grinds your constructs down
which to say doesn't matter
you've earned your builder's crown

for in this world and universe
what's respected isn't towers
'tis just this fact that working hard
gives us our purpose power

purpose power drives all contained
in this universal bubble
"use it, or lose it's" not a saying
without usefulness uncovered

resolution sends a message to
those who built our world
that we deserve what we have
and live as useful tools

when we were given existence here
we were asked to perform well
how we treat our gift determines
how long we'll safely dwell

dwell in an environment
which sees to all our needs
as long as we refrain from hate
and tame our wildest seed

Monday, February 22, 2016

Asymmetric Power Relationship - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

try to understand these things
in spite of all I've heard
all drumming of pathetic curses
and dogmatic simple words

to take a stand against success
tells me there's nothing there
in minds of evolutionists
and quacks who grab for air

success fills a void in life
not taking time to think
feeds a need for what we do
purpose for likened gripes

if you wish not to feed
upon those minnows there
don't grab illusions procreated
by some who grasp not care

to break down these absolutes
likens us to those who remove
rungs from our ladders
purpose from attitude

not saying control's not necessary
in protecting those who can't
just saying alternate conditions
prevent strengths that last

so when you grab a sky with fist
make sure you stand up straight
for when you destroy what is
you remove a step to take

Torvalds the Creator - by Bob Atkinson

Torvalds the Creator

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

he wanders over time
gathering help from those who do
and those who won't survive

he wants a certain character
he wants depth of their skin
he wishes openness of purpose
to devour egos of men

scare me not you toothed monster
your flame from pretense held
objective overcoming faith
in interactive plans

yes, think I understand your way
of keeping goals in sight
you may not find my code insightful
but I like your firm advice

take us to another path
to find objectives clear
no management by committee here
just thought, pretzels and beer

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Stragedy or Strategy - by Bob Atkinson
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
either way this opines dust
where minds begin to gather lust
for willingness to try
outsmarting those who simply lay

lay down to let this world arrive
in such a manner to survive
yet when one thinks of paths to take
one begins to strategy make

herein comes stragedy to dust
all those muffled yells and curses
one finds good ways to guide a log
through a maze with waterfalls

stragedy (or is it strategy?)

either way we find ourselves
carrying on toward life pell mell
confused, neglected, simply lost
with open ended thoughts

not strategy, stragedy

so sit there with your complaints
dust off your troubles with due rage
say to self "I can predict"
massage, delude and problems fix


Monday, February 8, 2016

Poet's Handle - by Bob Atkinson

Poet's Handle
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

The Club (dining club)


always in my memory
felt something's amiss here
where those who write words openly
themselves with a "poet's" label smear

as if they'd gotten prizes
by those who judge words well
well, haven't seen appropriate
judgments on shelf's tell

here lie two divergent idees
one about what selfish does
and another aimed at institutions
which profess strength but stay real dumb

such as Nobel and Academy
institutions trusted but not great
lacking sincere judgment
eying bios not written pages

a language tool diffuse in nature
brings brightness to our halls
when character becomes the norm
and ideas grow high as walls

so, here in my mindless ways
will try to set things straight
we'll find out soon enough
who's a poet out our gate

a "poet" has good impact
universal themes
something to relate a scheme
or simply make us dream

nothing here in a circle
which doesn't stay invoked
when years pass to generations
who us cannot ever know

but feel our hearts in good words
describing emotions we carry with
toward some unknown future
there to minds we'll mix

mix dreams of evolution
with those evolved thus far
and carry with them forward
our thoughts in their head jars

so these we'll label "poets"
not good, nor bad, nor bland
just a label appropriate
for wondered good of man

then there in life's garden
poemwriters scribble notes
not talent of good poets
but trying to invoke

some ideal onto paper
where someone can find good cheer
or ego driven scarcity
while downing a warm beer

then, on bottom of this list
lies those whose pretense shines
and see themselves as universal
writers for our times

these misbegotten sons of Mars
who wouldn't know what's true
deal in form not substance
not in emotional moods

will label these wannabees
"tripewriters" for my card
so can find them in wastebaskets
or burning with fire of logs

my only problem with this plan
seems fraught with problems clear
will all writings made today
quickly disappear?

disappear in fog of smoke
as we burn what doesn't show
evolution of a word
written for a sense of flow

here will show faith in our future
by believing we must succeed
by culling out bad produce
to strengthen remaining seeds

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Force of Violence - by Bob Atkinson

Force of Violence
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

in our own field of vision
we see possessions personal
what another cannot touch
or fondle universal

we gather closely vision
into a dark delight
all material goodness
devoid of sharing's light

how do we sustain such possessions
how do we protect our own
simple idea good in meaning
simple protections for our home

must here in open statement
lay claim to what we see
and don't realize or know
violence comes from you and me

by assembling our collective hearts
we threaten violence with our friends
by organizing law and order
even when sleeping in our beds

not to say this isn't right
if right stands up for good
when we see ourselves as tame
that's not a description pure of mood

by collecting in a group
we gather force against
that which we don't want
can you this idea grasp?

"ownership" of land
isn't ownership at all
'tis threat of violence on those
who conflict with our last call

so, no matter how tame
you think you really are
reality comes to bite your tush
you ain't subdued at all