Atkinson Poems - Poems about Atkinson

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Anasazi and Hohokam - by Bob Atkinson tell me now your ancient stories so I can feel your power and glory survive you did in this harsh land becoming a mystery to this small man where did you go? are you still here? tell me of your wants and fears buildings you made of stone still stand above piles of bones did you lay...

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The Critic - Art and Poetry - by Bob Atkinson 'tis always easier to criticize than is to do it yourself although in truth the latter contains far more fun and mirth my point lies somewhere in between good and bad of poetry adjustment for the mainstream how we absorb idealistic dreams to see this in a different light with crystal covers on the...

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The Kentucky Hayseed - by Bob Atkinson he looks a little confused his mind cast in a fix how can he concentrate on this just a little bit a jerky set of previews float over and above his articulated vision on some confused state of fuss he'd never seen a problem like this in all his life a complex set of jargon not allowing mushy light he...

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The Tempest of Poetry - by Bob Atkinson there blows in stiff wind created by the word an everlasting frozen collection of nouns and verbs like a whirlwind of change these letters spell the thoughts of minds evolved to think and report facts back to boss here, in an open world where flies the dust of change we find restitution in words thus re-arranged cannot give to...

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Linux - by Bob Atkinson Linus had a vision of that which percolates upon the scene of tradition giving wheat grain at the gate to better the community by effort of the hand of man wherein we all accumulate repayment for our plans he sought that which one sees in visions traded for efforts of the skills obtained on all the foreign shores no...

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Sociocultural Evolution - by Bob Atkinson here in the here and now well beyond that date in time beyond beginnings so far back as to look like stones defined by their stratification layers of that dust of life which settles into a black void and shoves us out of life here with a fond reflection we see what we've become our narrow minded creases of satisfied results but satisfaction deviates from norms we can arrange to send our children to the future an establishment pre-arranged take a minute to evolve into...

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The Materials of Criticism - by Bob Atkinson to look upon a word fixed art for value of the whole or parts begins a journey demonstrated to frustrate each of the five senses do we? could we? can we? here in the "here and now" produce our cultural standing by lining words in a row can we? do we? could we? put value on our art or would it suffice to percolate ingredients in a pot that which makes...

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Unreason - by Bob Atkinson "... ode to those who teach creative writing at the college level, yet have not the talent nor understanding required to produce something worthwhile ..." to listen graciously then turn away feeling for the first time wonder at his sayings carries burdens newly minted for my life on lumpy pavement simply put this wreck of words drives not my lucid statements in fear of simple castings made those so hard to correctly gage find difficulty in believing what should or shouldn't stand feed...

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Unspoken Tokens - by Bob Atkinson he walked over desert sands for miles stumbling as a wild man up to a fellow he did approach to tell of the journey he made for gold with quiet eyes this gent appraised the needs of one who tramped so far no canteen upon his back he saw just tattered clothes and skin rubbed raw "you need...

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A Poem Wrapped in Music by Bob Atkinson write that emotional treasure your life, your loves, your leisure tell all your best stories describing love, life and glory setting for us location describe all with elocution impact my heart with fire by describing heart's desire tell stories not yet told of your actions weak and bold tales of the heroes gone to the past or current born give me much to contemplate while I live that sedate life worrying about tomorrow with those darlings or a wife wrap this...

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Belleville Boys - by Bob Atkinson walk the streets of our old town thoughts of fame not unfounded tell us if our hearts conform with success to be adorned here on those sidewalks laid for us by streets of asphalt drawn from dust lights which shine for us at night below the stars of heavens might we desire to succeed we develop from another breed we transform ourselves again into a newly formed music band names will change along our path some come along, some...

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Sentiment - by Bob Atkinson please help me decide for real how an idea of merit makes me feel a scheme packed deep within my head of simple memories regenerated sentiment begins to percolate as if music playing on background images flowing in toward, or flowing out of touch deep within some dormant seed of doubt how far could a feeling go if left unchecked, on its own to grow how long can we hold emotion in if an idea lay scorned,...

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