Songs of Louis Capart - by Bob Atkinson

Songs of Louis Capart

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

Louis Capart
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simple phrases satisfy

although messages pass me by

deep within the voice of sentiment

moves a heart toward contentment

driving again down a road

simple farms of crops unknown

to Dijon up from Paris

could have been just anyplace

City of Light still inspires

six story limit gives up an aura

expanding possibilities for space

room for sidewalk dining tables

Treff am Rex written on pages

a story told of feckless craving

someday bright screen will show

how heart's desire grows and grows

Capart's voice transcends my mind

could be from any decade past

language used to paint the sun

drives in toward all meanings of

past good times or future fun

satisfaction sipping a coffee cup

successful endeavor or busted run

no matter, has all been fun

no matter now, all will wait

for this album to run its pace

settled feelings of quiet grace

all bodes well, no wild cast rage

thank you Capart for morning mood

of my time within mind's groove

language meaning escapes my thought

yet this feeling ever locks

me into awareness of satisfaction

allowed this morning from reaction

to words describing your desire

to entertain with heart filled fire

Gibberish - by Bob Atkinson

Gibberish

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

Gibberish

ten thousand lay within his grasp

that serious deportment lapse

how could he soothe his wicked soul

without announcing firm fixed goals

so many here within this time

so many gone devoid of crimes

task of interacting well

begins to fault his open self

herein this sad tale of woe

here lies quick wit of those

who sail seas calm, no wind to push

their everlasting comic book

no, can't shove that form into

a volume small with compact tool

to change in size a scheme so deep

requires rest and extra sleep

all is nonsense if not related

to the real or initiated

tell you true this can be done

for purpose of grabbing ........

The Fault of Social Training - by Bob Atkinson

The Fault of Social Training

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

Oliver Goldsmith

Goldsmith devoted paragraphs

to the weakness of our kind

in bringing up our youth

sending them to circumcise

all demons of disorder

all thoughts brought into

a mind with application

of respect for monies few

philosophy tears the heart out

of ambition to build again

out of nothing something greater

than we had with empty hands

empty hands no longer afflict

our sons view of themselves

when books they read of simple deeds

take the place of industry's challenge

my son did not have fire

in his head for accomplishment

no wish to work his hardest

for himself or for the man

it did not phase him dearly

that in short life he needed to

grasp every opportunity

to those mountains move

my fault, I do believe now

put books there in his hand

in open disdain for entertainment

as an alternative to seeking fame

so when I charge myself with hurt

my hurt comes from within

good intentions don't overcome

what's driven into heads

Duplicity - by Bob Atkinson

Duplicity

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

 Louis XIV of France

"... the extent of falseness of which he was capable is surprising, when we consider how limited was his intelligence ..." France Under Regency

duplicity of purpose, deed

to us has become adverse

seen as an overarching putrid retch

in not giving respect for thoughts reversed

our people desire courtesy

not storms of simple hate

when one believes in this

as a group we cannot take

an idea as held within the heart

held back by indecision

and future vision failed

crime of a cloud cast vision

no, give me something to believe

that doesn't oppose my memory

of mamma's purest dreams

house built next to an apple tree

not all believe the same thing

so what's the matter with that?

as long as disagreement

doesn't result in violent spats

vile, viscous decomposition

of good intent displayed

by an unraveled monarch

applies actions destined for decay

to those who value good in us

for morality to prevail

let us give boot to monarchs

who try to cross our trail

with lies of fact or fiction

a single purpose to erode

our will to combat destruction

of safety in our homes

for all who come to these shores

to all who work so hard

we pay respect for efforts given

hats tipped when passing farms

we see our country as a place

for freedom to discharge

an organized creation

which cannot lies absorb

in time of future need

in time of energies enormous

we'll build a fabric for us all to

sit and contemplate accomplishment

where the words

not for him, nor her, but me

have no settled place

a home for us all

built with style, the finest grace

all treated by the mass

as equal in potential gain

but not given anything

not earned or needing repay