They looked so beautiful together,
A perfect couple if ever there was one.
The envy of everyone, living the life,
Looks, money, an ideal relationship.
Devout church goers every Sunday,
But all was strained in the physical
Part of their love. He wanted more.
She wanted less. He felt unfulfilled.
He found fulfillment with the pastor’s wife
Who wanted more than the pastor.
They ran away together to start a new life.
A year later the pastor and his ex married
And found perfect bedroom harmony.

Bob Boyd

How many times do we make the wrong,
Random choices
When seeking some romantic love
Only to see the mirage of happiness
Vanish in a tear-stained oasis of misery?
Lord knows I’ve done this many times,
And blamed bad luck and fate on the failures.
Now in the tarnished. golden years
Of my waning, love forsaken life,
I know the fault was mine with my
Blinded love and bad choices.

Bob Boyd

Saw you at the supermarket, didn’t want you to see me.
Went down frozen desserts aisle 7 to avoid meeting you.
Impulse bought some store brand Moose Tracks ice cream,
Thinking maybe some comfort food after I went home
Would ease the stress and the sorrow of seeing you.
Later from a distance spied you checking out,
Like you checked out of my life and abandoned me.
I’ll admit it was like a silly hide and seek game
I was playing to spare me the anguish of having
To run into you unexpectedly in that grocery store.
But after you left, I just didn’t want a sad encounter,
And I’m feeling better now eating my ice cream.

Bob Boyd

I killed at least 750,000 people in my country.
They needed to go. Like annoying insects to my regime
And just as insignificant. I did what had to be done
To rid my country of these repellent troublemakers.
I had to kill even those who didn’t commit any crimes,
But like annoying insects would one day be troublesome.
And I didn’t lose a wink of sleep when the purges were done.

Bob Boyd

Yippee, let’s go to war!
Send in the pawns
As we take the glory
And enjoy spoils
So what if thousands
Of pawns get killed
As long as the enemy
Doesn’t kill us
Safely secured in
Our elitist towers
Far from the fight
And we’ll sleep
Fine each night
Despite the weepings
Of thousands of pawns’
Grieving families

Bob Boyd

Tree leaves and small branches shaking
like crazy

Squirrels rummaging through them
for tree food

Amazing the dexterity of squirrels
as they go about their
daily business

And gracious of the leaves and branches
To support them

Bob Boyd

Tired of all the women victimized in the news
She bought a pistol for self protection.

She liked the powerful feeling it gave her,
Like being an equal opportunity gunslinger

One day a lousy, male driver in a car cut her off
And yelled and swore at her as if she was at fault.

She pulled out her pistol and pointed it at him
To shut him up and make him get out of her face.

Her bulletproof plan got dangerously out of hand
When he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at her.

Fearing for her life, she shot him dead right there
And spent years in jail for her fateful power play.

Bob Boyd

It must have been a mental aberration
That made him think he was a dog
And always dress in a dog costume.
His wife, tired of his craziness, left him.
He barked her a long, forlorn goodbye.
Without her to feed him, he soon died,
A melancholic, human dog impostor.
And he reincarnated into a bona fide dog.

His ex wife, an old woman when he
Returned to life as a charming chihuahua,
Unaware of his former life as her mate
Purchased him at a petstore in Idaho.

Bob Boyd

He traveled to India to meet the brilliant-eyed sage
Whose force-field, palpable energy magnetized him,
Who told him the real him was beyond the mind
And showed him how to find his real, eternal Self.
After his enlightenment he left the material world,
And spent the rest of his life as a sadhu in India,
Who helped thousands of Indians and westerners
Seeking the truth beyond their transient lives.

Bob Boyd

Her jealousy was insatiable.
If a woman were close to him,
Even in a grocery check out,
She accused him of wanting her
And grew insanely angry at him.

Maybe her jealousy was
Like a fateful premonition
Or maybe it brainwashed
Him into cheating in the end

She drove home from work early
On that horrible day, her
Paranoiac suspicions aroused,
She caught him and another woman
Fornicating in their marriage bed.
She grabbed his Mossberg shotgun
And blasted them both to death.

Bob Boyd