Friday, November 25, 2016

Adaptation - by - Bob Atkinson

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

surreal describes our situation
a mental image processed inward
toward some deviation's mark
of human non-progress directly stated

we step back in our time
within a mix of what we see
devolved toward institutions
benign and in between

solve for me this problem
help me with this question
which expands our capabilities
strength or cowardice?

strength would stand our backbone
against every problem charged
while cowardice would never ever find
us with courage leveraged by

by those men of society
who claim their laws lie real
when they, in their weakest moments
this land underfoot did steal

so why would what someone says
hurt you in the least
why could you not ignore
words from some strange beast

why would society protect you
from verbal communication
even though those thoughts you hear
come from a deviant situation

I would rather hear it all
so I could adapt to that charge
with thought over time
as to their meaning's cause

would never tell you you're in the wrong
to say any words to me
for when you say them openly
you've set your mind process free

when you hear these things from me
you know fully where I stand
I'd rather have a bullet come
from front not toward my back

adaptation changes us
and melds those not sincere
from a pot of thoughtless men
into a set of peers

while protection of thought
demeans our species greatly
give me honesty please friend
so I can understand your meaning

for if because of convention
you hide your feelings from
your friends and your enemies
we'll never become just one

always stay "them and us"
and those not of my kind
something I would cry about
from now 'till end of time

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Essence of Poetry - by - Bob Atkinson


sometimes questions come of age
in an age of sweetness dawned
some semi circle arranged in patterns
without which our lives lie dormant

here, in our wondrous days
we softly ponder meaning
define please essence of poetry
without which I'm only dreaming

well dear, 'tis not a definition
to wonder and berate
we've come to know a why of life
when we write words on page

to think begins a journey
into the mind of us
settles for us ever more
what's good about this fuss

good can find many meanings
as bad can find one's sad
elegance of finite solution
begins each day at dawn

to answer your good question
about poetry's erudite parade
we must here find a purpose
to why these words get arranged

poetry doesn't tell those facts
which prose must duly report
poetry tells how you feel
about this new discourse

emotions laid upon a page
where feelings come to front
how did you react to the news
with love or real discomfort

do you like these events
or do they make you sad
how could you find solace
in both good and bad

so there, in a nutshell
we've shelled this beast again
telling all there is to know
about one plan of man

Monday, April 4, 2016

Hiding the Garbage - by Bob Atkinson

Hiding the Garbage
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson


we see bios written long
profuse in praise of poet's songs
those who know words to say
tell stories endless in many ways

he's this or that
she's teacher of
awarded trophies
because of.....

but where do they give
humanity something solid
fair value designed not with
ego driven noshings

no monument to carry
in our minds as we resolve
to accept as truth these
openly divine causes


hidden away, vanity books
to add to bios padded
like a mimic of some ancient crook
hand out for purses grabbing


and when you find a snippet
of words for which they care
one sees there's not much to read
wisdom lacking in a tiraded affair

so tell your institutions please
before awards please this junk read
don't throw us under a long black bus
and feel you've done some good for us