It’s 2:40 am, and I’m beginning
to write my daily poems.
For reasons unknown, Ideas
always come into my head.
It’s almost effortless, and it
feels good to create daily.
Sometimes I think how it’s
amazing that I started
writing poems at age 76.
And even more amazing
that I keep writing them.
Bob Boyd
I write poems everyday.
I’ve been writing them
for over 2 years.
It’s like a hunger
I have to feed.
I don’t write poems to
try to publish them.
I just write them for
myself and my mind.
At the least it’s a
great hobby that
also is good for my
mind and my soul.
Bob Boyd
He was a good kid who wanted to be a plumber
until he got involved with some delinquents
shot a person to death in a botched robbery
now the good kid turned murderer rots in prison
Bob Boyd
You’re feeling really great
your health is so good
until a medical malady
sneaks up on you
Bob Boyd
Everything procreates, ever notice that
I think that’s the reason for romantic love,
procreation despite the gushing about it
making babies and nothing more
Bob Boyd
When he came home after 4 years being away
he learned Denise had had a crush on him
four years too late after she had married
oh how he regretted that missed opportunity
Bob Boyd
He had a mother-in-law who for no
justifiable reasons didn’t like him.
So he grew to dislike her as much
as she didn’t like him.
When she died of cancer, he took
no relief or pleasure in that.
Actually, he prayed for her, hoping
she made it to heaven.
Bob Boyd
She senses she’s closer to the grave.
The cancer has eaten her up.
Her dreams keep getting more vivid.
In her last dream she sees her
twenty eight years of life before her.
Then came the tunnel of white light.
Her body drew it’s final breath, and
her freed soul made it to heaven.
Bob Boyd
Mark and Frank were deep in a forest
when the forest suddenly went quiet.
No birds singing, no bugs buzzing,
nothing, total unnerving silence.
And they knew the silence was like
a bad omen, and that it was time to leave.
But just as they were about to leave, Poof!
Frank was gone, just vanished instantly
right in front of Mark’s shocked eyes.
When Mark reported the incident to the
police, he became a person of interest
until the case, unsolved, went cold.
And to this day, Frank remains missing.
Bob Boyd
I found out today there’s a bear
that hunts humans.
At first I was thinking maybe it’s
the ferocious black bear.
The kind of bear you’re not
supposed to play dead with
if they’re about to attack you,
unlike with the brown bear.
But lo and behold, the bear
that hunts humans is the
900 to 1,600 lb polar bear.
The size alone is scary, and
thank God they’re living
far away in the Arctic regions.
Bob Boyd