He said he was dead,
yet his body was still alive
and he walked and he talked.
He said he was dead inside,
that his body
and his mind
were on automatic pilot.
His spirit, he claimed,
had left for the spirit world.
Maybe what he said was true,
or maybe partly true,
when he really died nine days
after he made that proclamation.
Bob Boyd
Let the rains come
I can weather them
Let them pour down
I have an umbrella
Let them try to ruin me
I can survive them
Let them kill me
I’ll embrace death
Bob Boyd
People said she was ugly.
To him she was beautifully unique.
And often a beautiful face conceals
an uglier heart than a so-called ugly face.
People never looked past her face;
they never saw the angelic beauty within.
He saw it. He saw the incomparable beauty within.
And he felt blessed by the Lord above
when she agreed to marry him and give him her love.
Bob Boyd
Tell a lie enough
better if you twist
the truth with it
and many easily
duped people
will believe it
as if it were the
undeniable truth
Even wiser ones
might buy into a
well told lie too.
For a primer on
this, watch the
disgraced MSM.
Bob Boyd
Hundreds of men all over our city
wanted to be with her forever.
Her incredible, mind blowing beauty,
her never forgettable sky blue eyes
gave her a mesmerizing appeal
to any man who was blessed
with the godsent sight of her.
But of the legions of men she
could easily have been with,
she chose a disreputable one
who broke her beautiful heart.
Maybe the heart truly knows
what if really wants for love,
but I have to wonder if her
head got in the way of making
a decent and deserving choice.
Bob Boyd
She posted videos
of her camping alone
in many isolated sites
across the U S of A.
People feared she’d be
murdered by a stalker
or targeted by an evil
serial killer someday.
To the surprise of
those who feared for
her adventurous life,
a giant bear almost
killed her one day
when it nearly took
her life to get at her
food supply in her tent.
And she never slept
in a tent after that.
Bob Boyd
The day is cold and forlorn
but the sun still shines
as if unaware of the
weather conditions.
The moon is more
aware than the sun
when it debuts in the
cold, dark night sky.
Feeling the cold and
the forlornness of
the frigid night weather
the moon covers half
of itself in a blanket
of disappointed darkness.
Bob Boyd
She breezed into my life like a summer’s day
in a cold winter’s night.
She brought sunshine and happiness with her
brightening and gladdening my lonely life.
She gave me six seasons of boundless
joy and immeasurable true love.
Until she breezed out of my life into someone else’s
on a dark and cloudy fall day.
Bob Boyd
The aliens are in control the man in black said;
they can turn your nuclear weapons off at will
to show you you’re weak and ineffective
compared to their thousands and thousands
of years of advanced alien weapons technology.
They vanish in and out of dimensions and
can even take you with them if they wish.
All they want from you is a peaceful world
free from a devastating nuclear holocaust,
free from the killings of millions and millions.
Bob Boyd
At 26 she got diagnosed with
a terminal cancer.
She thought deadly diseases
only happened to other people
or people far older than her.
She bemoans that just when
her life was getting good
she was going to die.
She pines over the life
she will never have and
wonders why her –
why does she have to die
when others her age
still have a shot at life.
It seems so unfair to me.
It make me wonder
why life deals some people
a worse hand than others.
Bob Boyd
She said I should try to publish my poems.
I said I don’t give a damn.
But why, she asked.
I said because I don’t give a damn.
I’m so old it doesn’t matter to me.
Besides no matter how good your poems are
after thousands of years elapse all those
poems are forever forgotten.
And no matter how how good you think you are
as a poet, or as anything
you too are forever forgotten
just like everything else except the
inevitable death of everything.
Bob Boyd
The death of a child
The death of a spouse
A sudden blindness
The murder of a child
The murder of a spouse
A debilitating disease
A terminal cancer
An end of life coma
Your body paralyzed
The loss of your mind
from a dementia
Your country being nuked
Your country being ruined
The cost of a chocolate bar
quadrupling in price
Bob Boyd
He liked to watch girly porno films
in a booth in Boston’s Combat Zone.
He relished seeing the naked women
undressing and doing erotic things.
Couples doing erotic things
were an even better treat for him.
He liked to get drunk and
smoke Lucky Strike cigarettes
while see the sexual gyrations
of the many naked women.
His lusting voyeurism led to
his fiery demise one dark day
when he passed out drunk
with a cigarette in his hand.
And the booth he sat in
rapidly went up in flames
And his life ended watching porn
in the seedy Combat Zone.
Bob Boyd
He met a beautiful woman on a dating app,
the most beautiful woman he ever saw.
She looked as good in person as in her photo
when they met for a date.
He took her to one of the nicest restaurants in his city,
but she complained it wasn’t good enough.
She flirted with the waiter in front of him
and bad-mouthed the waiter when he didn’t reciprocate.
He said to her, “I can’t believe you’re acting like this.”
She said, “That’s the way I am.”
Then that most beautiful woman he ever saw
became one of the ugliest women in the world,
and his date turned into an abysmal nightmare
that he couldn’t wait to escape from.
And he never saw that most beautiful face again
that masked a repulsive person.
Bob Boyd
She saw the hot air balloons in the sky
and counted a baker’s dozen of them.
She counted in baker’s dozens
because she really was a baker
who baked breads and pastries
starting at 4 am every single day.
Between rolling dough and
stuffing breads and pastries,
she dreamed of marrying a
rich man and traveling to an
exotic country in an air balloon
and having an exciting life
like the lives people had in movies,
instead of baking breads and pastries
starting at 4 am every single day.
Bob Boyd
Maybe they’re trouble
an embarrassment
a disappointment
and maybe a disgrace
but you have to admit
they add some drama
to what may be some
necessary turmoil in
otherwise dull lives.
Bob Boyd
My clocks keep ticking
kind of like my beating heart.
Pity the clocks will most likely
outtick my aging heart.
Ironically or maybe not ironically
my clocks have more time
than me and my heart.
They probably could live
hundreds of years and
still be ticking.
While my heart if lucky or unlucky
might make it to ninety and nine
and never beat again in this
dead body, far less reliable than
an uncomplicated ticking clock.
Bob Boyd
Everything was wonderful
They were so much in love.
They planned their wedding
for two thousand and six.
On the day of the wedding
before the thrown confetti
and the ribbons tied to
the honeymoon car
the attendees and the bride
waited and waited
for the groom and his best men
to show
but the groom decided he liked
the company of the best man
more than the love of his future wife
while he and the best man got insensibly drunk
until the groom sobered up and
got to the church after the bride
had ended the relationship with
the unreliable groom
and eventually married
a more punctual man.
Bob Boyd
Geese are flying in V formations.
Wolves are running in packs.
Salmon are swimming upstream.
Pigeons are flying in flocks.
Some animals, some fish, some birds
break the mode and travel alone.
It fascinates me that nature or whatever
creates some species this way,
in groups or alone.
Bob Boyd
he was a goodhearted ordinary joe
he worked the 8 to 5 for twenty years
paid his taxes, followed the laws
served in the military as a marine
married a good and decent woman
attended a Baptist church on Sundays
tried to do everything right like a good citizen
until a dangerous pedophile molested
and killed his seven-year-old son
and his rage made him maniac crazy
he executed the pedophile
by torturing and burning him to death
he got sentenced to a long prison term
and became like a caged wild animal
killed an inmate who tried to make him his bitch
got more time tacked on his prison sentence
escaped in 1976 and has never been found
bob boyd