Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Metabolic Revolution of Our Ecosystem - by - Bob Atkinson



(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

we've see a sign today of
"a metabolic revolution in the ecosystem"
something someone said
to give credence to evolution

a far fetched lack of understanding
no firm fixed wonder in our time
how could we devolve so quickly
while thinking we're expanding minds

I revel in older books
language intricate and sincere
nothing glossed over quickly
as currently I fear

fear we've gone to surface mode
not really thinking when we pine
for produce constructed with a thought
toward survival of our kind

our kind seems to us not all
of humanity's varieties
only those around us close
who look like you and me

therein lies a quality
invoked as sincere
but truly taking us to task
by playing on our fears

fears our children won't succeed
survive this frozen waste
because our capacity to proceed
gets diminished by our haste

haste which leaves our goals intact
but takes a step out from our rung
a simple precept dominating not
where we're going, but where we're from

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Nom de Plume - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quill


what’s in a name you ask
not important in this life
a simple handle to hold on
when signing off a gripe

or simply saying to someone
who we think we are
for here when I develop taste
I light my new cigar

sit back and peruse my mind
with openness of thought
something hard to do at end
of my daily cause

a nom de plume can help in these
worried fateful days
when nobody understands
how this world’s arranged

many in our sub-culture
have nicknames assigned to them
those who value tradition not
and play a different game

a game of beginning culture
where past has meaning not
so they can swim against a stream
of flowing decadent rot

me, here in my open time
will find a handle strong
which doesn’t keep me from remembering
where did I come from

what’s in a name you ask
not important in this life
a simple handle to hold on
when signing off a gripe

or simply saying to someone
who we think we are
for here when I develop taste
I light my new cigar

sit back and peruse my mind
with openness of thought
something hard to do at end
of my daily cause

a nom de plume can help in these
worried fateful days
when nobody understands
how this world’s arranged

many in our sub-culture
have nicknames assigned to them
those who value tradition not
and play a different game

a game of beginning culture
where past has meaning not
so they can swim against a stream
of flowing decadent rot

me, here in my open time
will find a handle strong
which doesn’t keep me from remembering
where did I come from

Friday, August 5, 2016

Efforts to Seek - by - Bob Atkinson

Efforts to Seek
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson


we’ve settled into our
fast way of life
judging and mocking
and professing our right


yet not letting fellow
passengers on planet
find their own purpose
a vile older habit


to judge what another says in a quip
let’s us step back to an old backward slip
where aboriginal origins peek through a veil
reversing our progress on evolution’s trail


don’t think you’re advanced and trade all you’re worth
for a process of dogma and cocky mirth
that says something funny with a political eye
yet finds no direction with pie in clear sky


a penchant for sarcasm puts us in mire
such feelings belong right there in that fire
where advancement gets right down to red meat
and puts down a list of efforts to seek