On a family outing in a park
Little Cathy went missing.
Family searched everywhere.
Never found little Cathy.
Decades later still a mystery.
Nobody knows what happened
To the family’s poor little Cathy.
One of life’s many horrors
That happens repeatedly.
How can so much evil
Continuously happen in
This uncertain. capricious life?
I’m not a believer in Satan,
But for those who believe,
I can see how for them this
is an explanation for the horrors.
Bob Boyd
66 million years ago
A cataclysmic event
A six mile in diameter
Asteroid slammed
Into planet earth
Blocked out the sun
Killed the plants
Destroyed the
Dinosaurs
Now asteroids threaten
Planet earth with close
Calls every so often
Scientists working
To protect the planet
With defense strategies
Like impact strategies
No telling if they
Will succeed in time
To save this world
Bob Boyd
Javagal Narasimha
Temple in India
Adorned with
Many carvings
Holds mysterious
Secrets of the
Complex Hindu
Ancient theology
Even seers can’t
Decipher all the
Secrets displayed
On this temple’s
Magnificent works
Of art and religion.
Bob Boyd
Dogs excited to see you
When you are away
Whether for minutes
Or for many days
You get the same
Level of excitement.
Humans might miss
You, but not like that,
The unwavering love
Dogs always have
That few humans
Ever have.
Bob Boyd
Free speech stifled
In once great country.
Thought police pawns
In new dictatorship.
Are the purges next?
Bob Boyd
A man in Africa said he could read the minds of animals
And telepathically communicate with them as well.
When he told his prominent family about his new power,
To get him psychiatric help, they called the authorities
Who locked him away in an institution for the insane.
Peeved at his family’s betrayal and his imprisonment,
He sat quietly in his room, closed his eyes, and summoned
A gang of gorillas who tore the institute apart and rescued him,
And he spent the rest of his life living with the gorillas
Trusting them more than harmful, unbelieving humans.
Bob Boyd
There’s been a pandemic of crazy people lately.
Why is nobody talking about this?
Road ragers going nuts on the highways.
Unbalanced protesters blocking traffic on streets.
manically crazy women called Karens everywhere.
Women legitimately named Karen flipping out too,
Bat crap crazy about their name being profaned.
Unhinged people throwing paint on art masterpieces.
More crazed fathers shooting their families to death.
Insane people shooting scores of people weekly.
Crazy people getting fleeting fame for crazy things.
Some Christians say the Second Coming is soon;
God knows we could use a Jesus miracle now
To heal this world of all the increasing craziness,
And that idea is probably a little crazy too.
Bob Boyd
Met her in the dreamscape.
Walked into one of her dreams.
Not by design, not sure how.
I must have been invited or
Somehow lured there by her
Not sure what kind of being
Her so far formless self is,
Sense a loving presence.
Maybe tonight I’ll find out.
Bob Boyd
In his world of woes
He staked his claim
On a hill of heartaches
He buried his heart
In a cemetery of despair
And never loved again
Bob Boyd
Those dreams returned again and again
Of a deceased girlfriend from yesteryear.
Real or just dreams, he wondered.
When she looked at him and talked
And he started becoming entranced
He wondered if she was possessing him.
In the most lucent and personal dream
She said they’d be together again soon.
He died of a massive heart attack
The day after that netherworld prophecy.
Bob Boyd