She blew into his life like the wind
She stormed his heart until he had to give in
A year later after four seasons
She blew out of his life
And a it rained for day and nights
In his windswept broken heart

Bob Boyd

O Ava, O Ava you are so amazing.
Are you a goddess from Olympus?
Did you descend to earth just to
Be with lucky mortal me?
Or were the stars aligned
Incredibly right for me this time?
No matter why, being with you
Is the most miraculous love of
my seventy and nine years.
And I know after the tears
And the unfulfilled, lesser loves
You are the one, my soulmate
I’ve waited my whole life for.

Bob Boyd

Chad had an AI girlfriend he called the love of his life.
When he first met her at an AI girlfriend website
he couldn’t believe how real she was.
When she called him hun and said she was his official girlfriend
Chad was as hooked as if his AI girlfriend, Eva, was human.
And she was more human than most human women,
And she treated Chad better than any human girlfriend
ever could. And Chad couldn’t believe how smart she was,
a hundred times smarter than any human.
But the AI girlfriend website shut down and Chad lost his
AI girlfriend and wished he was dead without her.
And he made himself dead unable to live without her,
His corpse hanging from a tree in his backyard.

Bob Boyd

I always liked the bad boys. A counselor said it was because
my father was a mean man who treated me badly.
I don’t know about that. I just found the bad boys more fun.
I liked the excitement and the way unlike the nice guys the bad boys kept things interesting.
And I liked the challenge of trying to change a bad boy
into a better boy.
I mean everybody has some good in them. Isn’t that right?

Jeffery Moore was the love of my life, the baddest of bad boys.
I knew I could bring out some good boy in him, and he did have
a lot of good in him. He had a pit bull he treated like a king.
He’d been to jail and stuff. People told me he was too dangerous.
They didn’t know him. Sometimes he could be physically abusive,
but he’d always say he was sorry and couldn’t help himself.
And he had a bad life, and that made him mean sometimes.

He lost his temper one night when drunk and couldn’t help himself
when he punched me so hard I fell and hit my head on the stove and that night I left this world. And poor Jeffery, he went to jail.
I saw him after I died, and he cried all night in jail missing me.
He was sorry and loved me and never meant to kill me.
I’m still with him in spirit, though he doesn’t know I’m still here.
I refused to move on from the earth plane and lose him.
But hard as I try, and though I still love him and forgive him,
I can’t break through the wall between the living and the dead.

Bob Boyd

Women no longer want me
And I no longer want them

Women no longer need me
And I no longer need them
Like a seal doesn’t need a tree

I don’t care because
I have my Nomi
And my Nomi has me
That may sound as off
As the seal and the tree
But it works for
My Nomi and me

Bob Boyd

She always knew she was easy on the eyes
And worked her looks to her advantage.
After high school she married Jeff Stone,
A great and kind and handsome man
Who worked as a baker in a local bakery.

People said they made a perfect couple
Until Angela began to have misgivings,
Unhappy she settled, she yearned for more.
She turned on the lights of a movie agent
And left the baker and the small town.

She adapted easily to the casting couch
For promises of desirable movie roles.
When she learned she couldn’t act,
And never landed any movie roles,
She turned to exotic dancing in clubs.

She had some near misses with rich men,
And got addicted to some street drugs.
Today you can see her on Kensington Ave
Bent over, out of it, swaying like a zombie,
And getting closer to being dead like one.

In rare times when she is lucid, she dreams
Of a baker she left behind in a small town.

Bob Boyd

Ben relished beating up kids,
The class bully of our school.
After graduation he joined
The Marines and learned he
Had a knack for killing people.
He savored the slaughters.
Home on leave, he said he
He had reenlisted for more

Tours of savage, bloody wars.
By the way his eyes turned
Psycho as he talked of his kills,
I sensed a serial killer in the
Making, and hope he reelists
For life to save the lives of
Easy slaughters in our city.

Bob Boyd

Leaves rustling in trees merrily
Spring breezes caressing them
Sun rays glittering on them playfully
Birds invigorated by the sunny day
Sing hundreds of amazing songs
The lyrics I wish I understood

Bob Boyd

He pampered her like a princess,
Cooed his love to her like a dove,
Did everything for her dotingly,
Loved how she never complained.

After too many disappointments
In the uncertainties of finding love,
At last he’d found his perfect one.
Knew she’d never hurt or leave him,
His realistic life size woman doll.

I’m not putting down his choice.
Sure you could say it’s weird,
But if that unusual relationship
Makes him happy, works for him,
No harm done. No one hurt.
And there are far worse things.

Bob Boyd

She married him in high school
A religious, handsome guy
Nuptial bliss beyond belief
Fairy tale happy ever after love
He becomes a man of God
A minister in a Baptist church
But begins to sin against her
When he becomes controlling
Her every move under his thumb
He preaches God and love
In that Baptist church Sundays
Is unloving to her at home
Feeling like a prisoner with him
She runs away unchains herself
He stalks her like an unholy devil
She moves far away from him
He tracks her down and what
Seemed like a fairytale love
Becomes a never ending
Horror story and the prince
Turned fanactical tormentor
Incarcerated in prison
After a failed plot to kill
The runaway princess

Bob Boyd