Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Piety and Crime - by - Bob Atkinson

Piety and Crime
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

no such deviations
of behavior in our world
get down to causal actions
more extreme or without guilt

as those we find imperative
workings of our time
institutional fated dreams
enhanced to produced crime

we view an open order
as license for to steal
be it something of value
or edges of an ideal

we take from some their freedom
we take from some their cash
we sit out in a blind
waiting for them to pass

end result says nothing
about our state of mind
other than showing truly
we're beasts of early times

then there stand the pious
a motley sort of crew
who create a situation
which cannot find calm view

history tells us these poor souls
cause damage to our breed
not letting freedom expand here, now
they crush that fertile seed

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The French Revolution - by - Bob Atkinson

The French Revolution
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

some believed those old ways
were always here to stay
some hoped to continue status quo
keeping monarchs in a powered state

then on Europe's southern side
north of Iberian plains
arose an idea of democracy
to spread out across French lands

this scared those despots greatly
strange idea of peoples' trust
how could they challenge kings
how could they run amok

how could they feel a transfer
of power to the people
would enlighten all within their realm
of castles and church steeples

rich had gotten richer
poor had gotten poorer
was the way those elite
saw good social order

they pocketed many millions
and saw their power grow
yet those French would challenge
how this ever was to go

people heard what they told them
no question here of fact
those lies of institutions
never seemed to look back

back into those middle ages
when despots rose to touch
every aspect of the lives
where control held minds in muck

well, you know the end result
kings lost their thrones and heads
and many people were satisfied
until they did it again

for hard becomes the struggle
when behind scenes we're cut apart
by those who wish to regain power
by duplicity as an art

we have our own examples
of this deviousness in our fold
how in '29 those not in power
shrank money supply and told

told us wasn't them
was those nasty conservatives
who let the people free
not a good thing they said

then again in '08
when nobody looked again
they sub-primed us ten years earlier
took that long to sink down in

down into our banking system
where hurt began again
and people lost their jobs and wealth
fingers pointed to wrong side of fence

"... oh those who believe
in freedom without restraint
did this deed (chuckle)
we need to reign them in ..."

sad situation that mankind
has not a love of fellow
to back off from deceit
and just a bit stay mellow

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Wife as a Mistress - by - Bob Atkinson

The Wife as a Mistress
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

seems domestic life gets old
we move apart from our goals
taking with us all good form
rote companionship becomes a norm

rarely do we see
adventure in returning from
our workday duties far away
just sit, stare and deviate

deviate from the hunt
risk, excitement, all that stuff
those blood pressure raising calls to arms
rare treasures in this world of ours

solution's simple in form
take your wife as mistress fawned
woo her every day with kisses
tell her you'd always miss her

but you're duty bound
a wife who never understands
your needs set free with hands unbound
a man, my love, has needs to pounce

as a cat as if in a jungle
with claws so sharp, teeth driven by muscle
a quick reaction, oh so fast
but hunting's merely a minute's gamble

then back to calm with home so sweet
a worried woman sitting at his feet
to purr her ever sweetest words
as if he had been brave and conquered her

conquered her soul with his gallant deeds
a man who treasures all he sees
she loves his every word exclaimed
caresses his soul by softly saying

those words he hears every day
"wash the car you lazy fool
go get the kids from school
take out the garbage she loudly rages"

he thinks a mistress would never say this

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Absolutes, an Impediment to Progress - by - Bob Atkinson

an Impediment to Progress
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

wild thoughts flew through my mind
what stops us from progressing toward
a future harmony in life
a simple love of art?

we flow on as if a stream
which bubbles when rocks lie
beneath a surface tranquil
by furtherance of pride

how can we solve this mystery
which keeps us from being great
while opening our hearts
and eliminating pure bound hate

simple solution in my mind
I can solve this mess for you
with a word of caution for
all members of your crew

we must eliminate right here
thought of absolutes
nothing do we have in our
seething point of view

carries with divine truth
that's not possible in these times
so quit this feeling of finite test
calm your worried mind

absolutes get banned
they kill and hurt our kind
without them we co-operate
and feed our friends a line

a line of love and kindness
not recklessness and hate
we don't want to bomb our friends
don't want to un-create

absolutes need be abandoned
nobody knows firm truth
in spite of what they say to you
theirs isn't all you'd make

make into something rational
nobody has a key
unless softness survives these times
we'll never find our freedom

freedom to explore our hearts
and sit right down to think
nobody in this world survives
if taken over absolute's brink

Defining Us - by - Bob Atkinson

Defining Us
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

seems to me in saddest terms
we've missed an opportunity
to mesh our souls for purpose
an independent unity

so many things needed done
yet fuss and fight we do
for in this universal dream
our thoughts lie not with you

they begin with us, of course
a simple sharing of
a wild ride through universe
upon a spinning globe

as if detached from each other
we seem to fight our fate
which defines collection of
spirit which dissipates

dissolves when absolutes
grow within our band
keeping us from producing
anything that's grand

we fight with nature for survival
those winds which blow so hard
and water falling down on us
washing away our towns

that oxygen which we breathe
rusts our bridges toward ground
while never giving us a peek
permanence never to be found

saddens us these events
and attitudes of our mentors
feeling greed and avarice
presents a strong pretension

pretension of good for all of us
while lining pockets with the gold
which could have build our cities up
with openness of goals

so we sit in mud deranged
while opportunity finds no place
of future with our sweet delights
no courage in our wake