Adopt the Useless Reject the Truth - by Bob Atkinson

Adopt the Useless

Reject the Truth

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

cat out of the bag

ruthlessness means heartlessness

when the adamant becomes obsessed

to some point of bold indiscretion

without such simple happy regrets

as one does of a brutal callous nature

saves those dog-eat-dog inhuman animals

who become iron fisted malevolent ravens

shakily standing on tilted rocky tables

but then

their mothers love them

in spite of all their faults

senses nature gave away

defines other useful wants

fathers, wouldn't know them

either missing or concerned that they

could snatch some charity at home

or look

out somewhere in the bay

here, the meaning simplifies

when trying to explain

how one could write the truth of it

and have nobody understand

yet

here out in the open phrase

lie words of uselessness

that someone out there will adopt

as gospel and declare their best

all remains open to interpretation

although I've let the cat free when he

scratched through a paper sack enough

to quash thinking about my dreams

go figure

The Establishment - by Bob Atkinson

The Establishment

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

Earth

I love it when

the establishment gets undone

all their panties in a rolled up bunch

all their words shown insincere

all their ugly precepts not revered

Poe gave us nonsense to blabber

look upon, drool, stoop and lather

allowing those of dubious talent

credentials best used for wiping crevasses

don't think, myself, when given choice

would know what's right in serious discourse

just know what's wrong with closed eye feelings

what's plain, clichéd, lacking real meaning

Poetry stands straight and tall

as emotional content of learned halls

not confused with dreamed up plots

similes, metaphors and thesaurus rot

flitting, flying, fermenting pictures

fluttering statements devoid of meaning

of Azure skies, rock filled basements
absolute nonsense, irregular pacing

write it so faces you see when reading

show emotional twitches, tweaks, turn red

smiles, yells and laughs not voluntary

applause not simply seduced, or ordinary

only then the power's unleashed

expanded horizons, enhanced freedoms

only then our life evolves superior

to pettiness of thought we've adhered to

Poemwriters, Not Poets Words, Not Poetry - by Bob Atkinson

Poemwriters, Not Poets

Words, Not Poetry

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

over and above my trials

extended out for many miles

search I do most frequently

for an explanation holding tea

yes, it's hard to find that which

my heart looks for, an open ditch

holding, directing, a flow of words

toward my cache of nouns and verbs

by this my meaning's been quite clear

I need in desperation some useful phrases

thoughts of which in my understanding

build ramparts and battle flags waving

but no

can't find these words of note

that which living authors recently wrote

they seem to take over vanity presses

wanting rewards for writing messes

perhaps they wish the title cheaply

"Poets" they call themselves not meekly

in my mind, they're "Poemwriters,"

a word which says nothing at all

of quality they've brought into our halls

  

sheepskins cover them with camo

words denoting their entitlement shallow

merely define actions, not quality of verbs

hold themselves harmless for being brazenly disturbed

so, to those poemwriters of today

I give the challenge, if they can take it

send your words out to the world for free

quit taking what isn't yours to keep

you are not a poet if you don't

give the world much of what you wrote

words upon words of quality value

ideals bequeathed, not held as chattel