Saturday, September 24, 2016

This Land is Shared Land - by - Bob Atkinson

This Land is Shared Land
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

we're all blowing against a wind
wanting what's not even there to give
where we step, heaven knows
we're on our feet, but not on our toes

 
this land is shared land
this land's not owned land
we fight each other
but don't have a plan

can't claim we own it
don't even understand
universal progress
quiet destiny of man

we fight each other
as friend to foe
history's not even
in ebb and flow

this land is shared land
this land's not owned land
our sense of order
on truth depends

depends on which way
we turn our heads
toward love and freedom
or slavery's threat

we see our feelings
reaching out in love
rejected by those
who know not hope


violence permits them to
believe in falsehoods
and reckless moods
of anti-progress

but now we carry
to a well
a pail of hope
to have our fill

fill our senses
with truth untwisted
by games of pretense
controlled by deceivers

those who would
turn faith against
progress
sweet jewel of man

our feelings of ourselves
how we relate
to a voice of thunder
at pearly gates

we sit and cry
when we don't find
our simple meaning
that is, of why?

why we are here
and why we build
while others tear down
our towns and fields

for our brothers who
find in their duty
deception bringing on
pain to suffer through

by thought and usage
of what controls our minds
makes our tears flow
breaks our hearts in time

much more to do
in evolution
can't follow useless
fist shaking stooges

now and ever
we must love faith
while in this moment
not move with haste

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Binding Humanity to Peace - by - Bob Atkinson

Binding Humanity
to Peace
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethnic_conflict
softness never seems to come
when agitation fills our heads
reckless orientation of
a simple cause presented

hurtful outcome's preordained
leaving us to ponder why
an enterprise of destruction
begins with falsehoods, lies

people not in ordered fashion
find easy targets for their lust
never far from surface seems
we know not whom to trust

me, I find a saddened mood
building's my preferred plan
destruction of our efforts always
cannot us find at hand

find at hand production of
what might not come to pass
if disorder and destruction become
our path to flattened lands

where all lives live in misery
and people trust each other no more
for a shaking fist finds not sanity
merely pain and gore

I feel we've not found ourselves
a purpose universal
nothing agreed to with our hearts
just meaning subjected to dispersal

where we don't want to love
only hate our fellow man
I find in this some saddened tones
without a proper plan

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Dichotomy of Life - by - Bob Atkinson

Dichotomy of Life
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

sure there lies in front of us
questions we can't answer
ideas so complex they must
call for weakened dances

an ever listed mystery
which cannot find explanation
yet ego requires an attempt
to correct incomplete definition

so too we perceive
our quandary in this mess
why can't we merely look up
and thoroughly digest

all there stands to know of
secrets within our hearts
pains me to believe and view
science as merely art

and music, that sweet jewel
may have new combinations to enfold
not all which came before
covers tapping of our toes

new melodies can find
ways down to our soul
beats of imperfection stand
to make us better, whole

maybe, this feeling of loss
loss of total cognizance
carries with a need to expand
our feelings toward our stance

for if we knew all there has
been gleaned from observation
would leave nothing more to learn
an end to purpose of existence

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Lovecation - (an education based on Love) - by - Bob Atkinson

 (an education based on Love)
 (c)2016 Bob Atkinson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love

seems in education
we've a cause yet unexplained
to underly our social problems
and worry about our fate

for education has different meanings
depends on where one learns
people taught those things which send
them on a fruitless charge of hurt

of hate, misunderstanding
parochial narrowing of their brains
never allowing beliefs of not theirs
to entertain refrains

without this charge of deviation
our world cares more for us
adjustment to our learning comes
with progress of our bunch

"Lovecation" that sultry phrase
means survival to us all
let us love our fellow man
not take them out in a fall

let's hold each other dearly
not change each other's heart
for in diversity of culture
we've a better way to start

start believing love's a treasure
mined with mind of gold
a softness centered on perfection
of effort and of goals

for goals set us on our road
to where we wish to go
a certain path which undulates
but never ends we're told

Friday, September 9, 2016

Complexity of Society - by - Bob Atkinson


Complexity of Society

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

though we lament severe faults
we sometimes smile and say
"don't keep me so confused in mind
because I don't know how I'm framed


I never did adjust to change
when change left me in gray
gray fog of misunderstanding
a never ending emotional play


through trials which I didn't succeed
or forward my spear thrust"
now thrust completes a sincere thought
injecting me into a future of dust


which ever sends me there beyond
simple established fact
while smoothing over bias
by precepts frozen fast


I know in my mind as I
keep feelings under wraps
my thinking's never complicated
when viewing what has passed


my life has overtones which I
don't fully understand
just sit and drink my coffee
and smile as if I can


sweeten this world with a wink
or emotional tug at views
which don't really fit reality
doesn't matter, I'm amused


that I don't have knowledge of
all there is to know
just feel there's something wrong here
as if caught by undertow


I'm never fully in control
feel as though looking over a cliff
while loose rocks beneath my feet
lessen my stable grip


grip on where and when I go
to some strange place in time
character of motion's got me
pulling backwards on my mind


yes, there can flow a purpose
but that's something I don't see
for when we grab our usefulness
we don't see forest for green trees

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Emotion or Life Out of Focus - by - Bob Atkinson


or
Life Out of Focus
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion

we try our best to arrange
our world in some state of array
we feel we've done a superb job
when all remains cool, calm

then temper, fury, outright rage
flares when some strange event strays
into our life of simple focus
knocks us directly off our balance

we grab a tool for adjustment
time for emotion to reconcile disruption
as if twisting of a camera lens
we need clear vision thus amended

we've changed our outlook just a little
see acutely again, with different usage
emotion's our method of re-adjustment
in adapting to life's abutments

those bridge supports we walk through
when we take our traveled views
what we think as normal here
re-focused by emotional atmosphere

thus emotion fits our need
a simple mechanism to our brain free
from conscious consideration of
all we see, all we love

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

To Leave One's Home - by - Bob Atkinson


(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
http://www.bobatkinson-poet.com/2012/03/migrant-mother-by-bob-atkinson.html

short of total destruction
see not this as way to go
to leave one's culture in a moment
finds me so shocked, heartbroken

father's father did this
as did my mother too
left all they knew, came here
to start a life anew

must have been heartbroken
or concerned for safety there
for to leave one's home without return
carries with a greater dare

I know they did this for a cause
weren't easily persuaded
home threatened by some ********
who felt they owned right standings

for me ingrained in my DNA
a hate for hateful folks
who see their way supreme
and think of us as simple dopes

so when I see them preach their rot
I slink back and find them evil
for left or right's not a way
to advance sane cause of people

good people find their way in time
adjust well to a world of change
don't need simplistic jargon
to their lives arrange