Necessity to Ambition - by - Bob Atkinson

Necessity to Ambition

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

Lincoln's actions explained by Machiavelli

we've seen a pattern in our lives

which sets food upon our plate

selling souls for images

of future progress made

some necessary culture floats

formed of pretenses tried

with undulating purposed deportment

for which good men have cried

cried while operating manners

devolved in times of shame

eventful aberrations

of an honest person's game

necessity seems a wicked path

never finding honor within some bounds

expanding ever deep into

a circumstance of grounds

grounds of capitulation toward

what needs be done of late

never willing absolutes

be formed in a purposed haste

afterwards, when elements

find their place in time

we replicate these actions

with ambition deep far down

ambition's sense of order

replaces necessity in our minds

overcoming lust as a label

to legitimize our frowns

true, our feelings rove as we

find good place in life

wandering over problems

with arrogance of stride

Adaptation - by - Bob Atkinson

Adaptation

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

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

Emotion or Life Out of Focus - by - Bob Atkinson

Emotion

or

Life Out of Focus

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

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

Essence of Poetry - by - Bob Atkinson

Essence of Poetry

(c)2016Bob 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

Hiding the Garbage - by - Bob Atkinson

Hiding the Garbage

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

Nobel Prize for Literature Announcement

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 belongings

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 tirade of greed

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