Mind firing on five cylinders
Gone are the six cylinders days
Heart firing on three cylinders
Holding its own despite failure
To maintain optimal function
But he has an aged induced
Zen attitude about declines
Sees death as an ultimate
Awakening into a better life
Bob Boyd
I listen to birds outside my bathroom window,
A symphony of songs, such auditory delights.
Out of nowhere the cicadas chime in harmoniously,
Sweet summer, natural music played in the trees.
I’m enjoying it as much as any human made songs,
With all the technology and fine tuned instruments.
Today no match for nature’s incredible performance.
Bob Boyd
It’s not my fault my parents named me Karen,
But when I tell people my name they giggle
And wonder if I’ll make some crazy scene.
It’s like I’m branded with the insaneness
Of all those unhinged women they see
On YouTube and in mocking news reports.
To the person who started that Karen crap,
Kiss my butt for that unfair stigma on me.
Bob Boyd
Flotsam on the sea of life,
No matter how important
People think they are.
Eventually in the end
Memories of their lives
No more significant than
Driftwood forgotten and
forever gone, swallowed
In the high seas of history.
Bob Boyd
Mean people all over the Internet.
Some writing vile racist remarks.
Some telling others to kill themselves.
At least the Internet smoked them out
As heartless jerks with no humanity.
It would be a fitting and just afterlife for them
If they were eternally harassed with their
Own meanness by demons meaner than them;
That is, If demons could be meaner than them.
Bob Boyd
Supersized, buzzing swarm of dragonflies invaded a beach,
Overhead and on the beach between chairs and under umbrellas
In Rhode Island. Kids screaming, some swatted them, people leaving.
Was it some kind of dragonfly plague unleashed by the Almighty
As a warning to cease higher than acceptable levels of sin?
Or did Beezlebug decide to be Lord of Dragonflies instead of flies
In a grandstanding demonstration of his evil, earthly powers?
If not, what in hell brought all those dragonflies to that beach?
Maybe like the humans there, they just wanted to catch some rays.
Bob Boyd
Fish swimming in big and small aquariums
In streams, brooks, ponds, lakes, seas
And oceans and other places.
Many dying everyday all over the world
Just as many humans are.
Supposedly humans have an afterlife,
But no mention of one for fish.
Do fish just die into oblivion
With no Jesus, Buddha or Mohannad, etc
For them when their days are done?
Or did the Ruler of Time and Space
Create a post life place for them,
Such as an afterlife ocean of bliss
Where big fish and little fish live together
In heavenly harmony without the
Big fish eating the little fish to survive.
Bob Boyd
She came into his life
During his loneliest days
Love bombed him incessantly
Charmed him unceasingly
He became like her slave
Talked him into killing an ex
Said ex had abused her
And was an ongoing threat
Outraged he stabbed the
Ex thirty times to death
The police caught him
He left too many clues
He refused to implicate her
And did life in prison while
She never served a day
She said he was still her love
Until she found someone else
Rejected he went to pieces
Realized he had been duped
And hung himself in his cell
Bob Boyd
Decided to rampage men for
Crimes against everyday women
That the courts failed to punish
Took out Bill Dooley last night
Two bullets to his head for
The woman he raped repeatedly
Next came John Scrubbs
Shoved him in front of an
Oncoming subway in NY
For molesting a little girl
Quietly strangled a high ranking
Politician for raping young intern
Melted away after that to turn
Down the heat and to wait for
A few months to rampage again
In another city with three
Deserving targets lined up
Bob Boyd
I called a fake seer out in the spring of 2021.
She swore at me and said she put a curse on me
That would kill me by a blood cancer in 2022.
I laughed at her nonsense and her fake curse.
Surprisingly, her curse was half right in 2022.
I was in Cone Hospital with a blood cancer,
But unlike the fake seer who died from my curse,
In the fall of 2021, the cancer failed to kill me.
Maybe because with the seer dead, the curse
Had lost half its power, too weak to kill me.
Bob Boyd