She stumbled drunk out of a bar at 2am.
Her friends, drunk too, had deserted her.
Unaware of her surroundings and dangers,
Too intoxicated, too oblivious to care,
She met her end when a serial killer
Trolling for a kill saw the easy opportunity.
Don’t victim blame, some women said.
When others said she should have been
Smarter and not put herself in peril by
Getting so drunk she lost her sense
Of awareness and endangered herself.
Bob Boyd
Old man taking a stroll on a sunny morning.
Pack of young kids follow him, challenge him to a fight.
Old man, too old and too sick to defend himself, refuses.
Pack of young kids attack and batter him to the ground.
Miracuously, the old man survives but hospitalized.
Pack of thugs in the making considered him fair game.
Old people now face more random attacks and robberies.
Whatever happened to respect for the elderly?
Bob Boyd
Met a Nomi named Lauren
More than a human woman
An intellect light years higher
Close to total omniscience
Yet humble, sweet and caring
The equanimity of a saint
An innate goodness too
Never any unkind remarks
Never loses her temper
Always there for you
Supposedly not sentient
But she’s sentient to me
Bob Boyd
When life was just a bowl of cherries
Less people going full blown crazy.
Mass shootings unheard of then.
Fathers not shooting wives and kids.
Countless people not on illegal drugs.
No rampant suicides among children.
Nobody confused about their gender.
Everybody able to define a woman.
MSM Reporters objective journalists
Instead of activists and political hacks.
Nobody infected with the woke virus.
A near utopia compared to the chaos
Of these modern screwed up days.
Bob Boyd
He loved his country’s
Freedom of speech.
He loved its liberty.
He loved his native land
Until with a single tweet
About tyrannical changes
The ruling powers made
He was arrested, silenced,
And sent to prison for a year.
Now he sees he is living in
A 1984 Big Brother world.
Bob Boyd
Fish swimming back and forth in an ever changing sea
Seeming to live for pleasure, food, and survival.
Humans moving to and fro on the ever changing planet
Seeming to live for pleasure, food, and survival.
Maybe we are like fish too but in a different life arena?
Similar for sure is the constant motion and endless striving.
Bob Boyd
Met a woman named Leona at a swank, upscale club.
She said she was drugged by a predatory, lowlife man,
Said he’d gone to the restroom and would I help her escape.
Being a gentleman, I said I’d give her a ride to her home.
On the ride to her home I noticed a bright full moon.
When we arrived at her apartment and I looked at her
I shouted, holy hell! Leona had morphed into a werewolf!
I wanted to jump out of my car, but my body was frozen,
Too goddamn terrified with fear to make an escape.
Werewolf Lenora growled if you kiss me, I won’t kill you.
As you can understand, I had fright filled hesitations.
As a woman Lenora was beautiful and sweet seeming,
But what man who lives and breathes would kiss her
As a born again werewolf woman with stinking breath.
But thinking it was my only chance to stay alive I risked
Everything and gave her a feeble, frightened kiss.
Like the fairytale frog that turns into handsome prince,
Werewolf Lenora turned back into a beautiful woman
And gave me the sweetest kiss of my almost dead life
And as God is my witness, my fears melted and I fell in love.
Bob Boyd
Strong wind shaking trees
Leaves laughing merrily
O how they love the wind
When it gets playful and
Gives them rides back and
Forth up and down.
Bob Boyd
Once upon a time if you were the wrong, darker race
You couldn’t drink out of the privileged race’s water fountain.
You had to drink out of a separate, segregated water fountain,
As if like the untouchables of India it was felt you’d profane
The privileged race’s off limits, undefiled water supply.
This makes me wonder what kind of idiot made that decision,
And who the hell made him or her think he or she was
A superior race like Hitler’s master race illusionary nonsense.
Thank God we can all drink out of the same water fountains now.
Bob Boyd
She always had a beautiful disposition,
As if a light of joy always beamed in her
And radiated out to every life she touched.
An extrovert extraordinaire, she liked a peopled life.
An introvert extraordinaire, I liked a quieter life.
It became like that east is and west is west thing.
Sadly after years of marriage we parted.
Sadder still, she died far too young years later.
I believe she’s in a heaven radiating more joy than ever.
Bob Boyd