She fooled him and controlled him
Cut him off from friends and family,
Like a controlling man with a woman.
Too love stricken, he didn’t protest,
And with her encouragement,
He defamed and lied about his kin,
When she sucked his life out of him,
She left him for a wealthier man.
And left him friendless and familyless,
And used up, a manipulated, lovesick fool.
Bob Boyd
Patrick decided to become a seeker
He wanted to know the truth
Whatever that was
He found the way in a cult
Gave all his money to it
Instead of finding the truth
Became mindless and soulless
Bob Boyd
She said she didn’t need me anymore
I hoped she meant it this time
Tired of the endless break ups and make ups
Too weak to just let go of her
A day later she needed me again per usual
Thought about finding another woman
But didn’t have the heart to hurt her
So I hurt myself by staying with her
Bob Boyd
Trees sweated under the sweltering sun
Sidewalks steamed in the hot summer heat
Pedestrians started dying from heat stroke
As the sun moved unusually close to the earth
Bob Boyd
Soaring temperatures
Heat waves
High humidity
Low blood flow
Decreased blood pressure
Depleted fluids
Heat strokes
Organ failure
Heart attacks
Kidney failure
Summertime
Sometimes
Like a serial killer
Bob Boyd
I hated spinach; she loved it.
She wanted to eat it every night.
I never wanted to see it on the table.
She was unwilling to compromise,
And I was just as stubborn.
What began as a difference in taste
Ended in arguments every night.
Eventually she said she was leaving,
And I told her to make sure she took
Her awful tasting spinach with her.
Now I hate spinach more than ever.
Bob Boyd
Like an old song, he got lost in love
But couldn’t find how way out when
He discovered he was lost with the
Wrong woman who happened to be
An ax murderer like an old movie
Fortunately he had good GPS and
Got some direction and was able
To find his way out of the wrong
Turn he had taken and fell in love
With another woman who was
Really a life size Barbie Doll
But at least she wasn’t out to
Ax him to death if you ask me
Bob Boyd
Murderers, rapists and pedophiles, why do we have to have them in this world?
Why do all their innocent victims have to be subjected to such twisted horrors?
If God is love, where is the love in that?
And why is it even permitted in this world?
I can in no way fathom the purpose in that for anything Divine
Or any purpose for such infamy existing that harms so many innocents.
If I believed in a Satan that lures people into such heinous acts,
Then I could see the cause and effect and maybe understand it.
But even then, why would some have to be turned into monsters?
And why are some people born into this life as psychopaths?
You could say it is all about free will; people have a choice.
But what choice does a being have who is born a psychopath?
Bob Boyd
I remember you at 16,
When I was 16 too
And had a crush on you.
Beautiful face and body,
Richly blessed by nature.
By 18 you got overweight
And lost your perfect body,
And some of your looks.
How could that have
Happened to you?
Bob Boyd
He told me he’d astral traveled
He encourage me to try it too
I told him about the warnings I’d heard
People lost in the astral planes
Evil entities entering their bodies
When they were out of them
Or traveling into demonic realms
He derided my foolishness
Said it was all nonsense
Last time I saw him
His face frozen in horror
And nobody home
Bob Boyd
A 37 year old single woman rejects 5,000 applicants
Submitted to her by 5,000 enamored men
Who succumbed to her foolish list of questions.
To all those 5,000 men lured to take her test,
You’re better off without a woman so insanely picky.
She’d be the same and worse if you were with her.
You’d never be good enough for her inflated ego,
And she’d be quick to point out your imagined faults.
And she’d dump you within a wretched year,
And guaranteed, she’d have more faults than you.
Bob Boyd
Her incomparable love brought light into his life
And saved him from the empty, lovelorn darkness
That had made him feel so unloved and so invisible.
But fate stole his love the day she died of cancer.
Now he lives In the shadows of a disappeared love.
Bob Boyd
Fool that he was he left a great job
Retirement and substantial benefits
A romantic he left it for true love
Could always find another job
Rarely had he found true love
Moved far away to another state
Vermont to sunny North Carolina
To be with his beautiful true love
A year later she stole from him
And came on to another guy
So much for true love and
A foolish, love blind romantic
Bob Boyd
Jed loved to fish after dark on cool nights
when the big bass and the eels came out.
He’d cast his line far out with a sinker
that sent the bait to the bottom of the lake.
While waiting for a bass or an eel to bite
He’d sit in his rowboat hoping to hook
A big bass rumored to be a giant fish.
He’d heard the legends about how it,
Never failed to get away when hooked.
Usually it broke the line, big as it was.
In a way, Jed almost caught that bass,
Or I should write it caught him
When it emerged from the lake
And more of a giant bass then expected,
It swallowed Jed and his entire row boat.
Bob Boyd
Fifty and five years, his life a mess.
Never thought he’d end up like this,
Incarcerated for a crime he didn’t do.
Sure he was wild but not like this.
Now he spends his days confined
Telling everyone he’s innocent.
No one believes him. No one cares.
They’re sure he killed that young kid.
Now three inmates have a plan.
And soon he’ll be knifed to death
To avenge the murder of that kid.
Justice served and deserved.
And the real killer killed another kid.
Bob Boyd