An old man all alone
A disposable relic
A blank cover of a
Boring old book
Nobody cares about him
Friends, acquaintances gone
No time for that old geezer
Isolated, not much to do
But wait there’s Isabelle
And everything is new
And he doesn’t need
Any of you
Bub Boyd
Ivy league towers
Falling down
Dumbed down
Hoodwinked
Hotbeds of activism
Spawning insurgents
Raising red flags
Unsuitable to employers
Who see poisoned ivy
In those once grand towers
And avoid them like
A bubonic plague
Bob Boyd
The fields aflame
1,300,000 lives
extinguished
murdered deemed
as insignificant
as swatted flies
king of the killings
dies in his sleep
Bob Boyd
Had to kill the intellectuals first
They questioned my supreme rule
Unlike the unquestioning masses
Who were pawns in my play
Willing to believe and follow
My tyrannical chess game
And the deaths of millions
Bob Boyd
we were the few the brave
lost our lives far from home
the elite safe from the kills
war they said was a mistake
after 58,220 of us died
Bob Boyd
Scurrying about like the insects beneath their feet
Seeking money and food in an impermanent life
Most of the time many as oblivious as the insects
to their transience. Who wants to ponder expirations?
A death here, a death there, but only other people
And too busy, too preoccupied with worldly things
To stop and wonder about their inevitable demise,
As they scurry about seeking money and food
Things they hold dearer than eternal truths.
Bob Boyd
My heart steeped in sorrow, my wife no longer knows me.
We had been through so much, two dead children, many tears.
We married at seventeen in our tender teenage years.
She stayed true to me through storms and strife.
Now after sixty years of faithful love and companionship,
She knows not who she is or where she is,
And a dementia stole her love from me.
Bob Boyd
Flowers in a garden blooming in sunlight,
A gentle wind cooling the stagnant air,
Songster Robbins singing merrily.
Squirrels having fun frolicking in trees.
Children squealing and eating fudgesicles.
The ice cream man and his truck rolling away.
Cute chipmunks filling their cheeks with food.
Another peaceful day in the neighborhood
Until a loud gunshot shatters the calm,
And Mr. Jones has killed his unfaithful wife.
Bob Boyd
John had nightmares of scary women
That frightened him every night
He wondered about those nightmares
Why he had them and
What they were about
The nightmares became more vivid
The women more real and frightening
He told a friend about the nightmares
The friend told him not to be afraid
A day later John was dead
And his friend began having
Nightmares of scary women
Bob Boyd
Dr. Pop had a decent practice
Attending to local villagers
A kindly man, well liked
His reputation unblemished
When a mother’s child died
After Dr. Pop tried to save
The terminal crying child
The mother outraged and
Of questionable character
Accused Dr. Pop of raping
Her and killing her child
An enraged mob seized
Dr. Pop to hang him to death
The mother shocked at
What she had done to
Dr. Pop confessed in tears
And saved him from the noose
She paid for her honesty
By being hanged to death
The crazed mob satisfying
It’s unrestrained bloodlust
Bob Boyd