She’s gone forever
never coming back
all that’s left of her
bones in the ground
under a headstone
but I believe she’s
a liberated spirit
in a better world
reborn forever in
unconditional love
and eternal bliss

Bob Boyd

Streams of annoying commercials
with radio program interruptions.
God how I hate FM radio now.
It’s become such a hassel just
to listen to a program
without being bombarded by
endless, tiresome commercials,
which is why I no longer listen
to FM radio any more.

Bob Boyd

Many young English women
wearing colorful dresses
perfectly made up
sweetly perfumed
some showing too much
of their goods
some with too much of
their goods hanging out
laughing and carousling
a party night in LIverpool
a few drunk on their feet
some dancing in the street
enjoying the excesses of
their soon gone youths
oblivious to any sorrows
and inevitable heartaches
living for the moment
enjoying life while they can
as if the party night will
last forever and ever

Bob Boyd

Old London Town now a city
chaotic and dying
Big Ben looking down
with a frown on his clock face
tears at 3 and 9 am
yet another week of stabbings
an 18-year-old English lad
lies dying on the ground
bleeding out from 5 wounds
stabbed randomly by a
crazy sikh carrying a knife

police are roughly cuffing
the innocent English lad
ignoring his dying pleas
he asks for an ambulance
and he’s telling them
he’s been stabbed
one cop says I don’t believe
you mate

they think he started a fight
because he is white
and the sikh guy who
has a darker skin hue
is innocent because of
his darker skin hue
(that’s how it is in not
so merry London now)

they take the sikh’s word
and the handcuffed young
brit bleeds out on the ground
and dies in front of the cops
the sikh gets a prison sentence
the British cops have yet
to be punished and they
might never be

and Big Ben’s chimes sound
like anguished cries for the
London he knows has fallen
and will never be the same
as it was in its saner days
when good British citizens
and concerned patriots
were not treated like pariahs

Bob Boyd

You always looked so beautiful
when I saw you at various events.
In retrospect, I think you were into me.
Though we didn’t know each other,
except for a few words from you.
I didn’t see the significance of those
brief words back then.
Besides, you were married, and I
was respectful of that.
But, oh how I wonder how things might
have been if you had been free
and really were into me.
And I still remember how beautiful you
looked when I saw you at those events.

Bob Boyd

He said he had no fear when he boldly
entered the forbidden hollow.
They warned him of invisible monsters
that lurked in the hollow at night.
Poppycock, he said and marched into
the darkness of it laughing.
A scream minutes later, and he was gone
and has never been found.
But sometimes at night folk say they
hear his invisible cries for help.

Bob Boyd

Salvador Dali had a wife
who was a marketing genius.
She turned him into a brand,
and they made a lot of money.
Thanks to her his fame spread,
and he became worldly renown.
His wife cheated on him with
many other men.
But he stayed with her despite
her many infidelities.
And he tried to make more
money to keep her.
It must have worked because
she stayed with him till she died.
Sadly, near the end of his life
Dali could no longer paint.
Tremors stole his artistry away,
his hands shaking too much.
At least he had more success
than most artists.
And though he died in 1989,
his fame endures.
And his surrealistic paintings
are worth millions today.

Bob Boyd

I remember her last resigned gasp,
The awful rattling in her throat
The end of her, the end of everything,
Without her, I wanted to die too.
For ten years I’ve had endless laments
Never ceasing in my love for her,
Never loving another woman,
True to her as if she never died.
Now with a deadly stage 4 cancer
My diseased life coming to an end
I hear a voice, see a pretty face
My Love smiling and waiting for me.

Bob Boyd

Stella, sixties star
soared in the skies
maybe too close
to the sun

all in hippie
dressed the part
flower prints, tie dyes
psychedelic colors
did LSD, meth and
other drugs too

A few bad trips
tired of freak outs
sought the Truth
In the spiritual oasis
mother India
found a guru
Shri Swami something

three years later
returned to Cali
enlightened
she claimed
looking crazier
more screwed up
then when on drugs

vegan thin to the bone
worryingly skeletal
then came the day
she claimed she had
siddhis (super powers)
I can fly she said

eyes lit like flashbulbs
sadhu dreads disheveled
kinda zombitized

a day later she flew
off a ten story building
and the Stella I loved
and will never forget
took her final trip
into the Great Unknown.

Bob Boyd