Two years old, beaten to death
By her psychopathic father.
She never had a prayer in life,
Never deserved her awful fate.
In that little coffin far too soon.
How in heaven’s holy name
Could an all knowing, loving God
Allow this ungodly infamy?
And why couldn’t Sarah live
A normal full and happy life?
Bob Boyd
Aliens claim they created us
With occasional upgrades
Some UFOlogists buy into this
But when people are clinically
Dead and return to this life
None of them see aliens
When they reach the apex
Of the afterlife heights
And meet with the Source
Of unconditional love and
See no aliens running things
Of course you could exclaim
Behind the curtain stands
An alien Wizard of Oz
Bob Boyd
She had a thing for me
I didn’t have one for her
She said she was a vampire
Way too creepy for me
She said one day I’d be hers
Sorry won’t happen, said I
She wasn’t deterred
Too crazy to gave up
Granted she was hot
But hot and crazy
Just don’t work for me
She sent me a card
In the mail one day
Said she loved me
And I would be hers
Next day hung herself
To a horrible death
Not long after that
Saw her in a dream
Hideous as hell
Woke up cold and
With the shakes
And two puncture
Wounds in my neck
Bob Boyd
Creation and dissolution
Mass extinctions
Existence on a thread
Ubiquitous Deaths
Humans like ants
In preoccupied days
Mostly oblivious
To the their individual
Mass extinctions
Bob Boyd
I was a behaved Catholic girl in my youth.
In the innocent formative years and tears.
Had a controlling physically abusive father,
Who never spared the rod for punishments.
Thought he was keeping me subdued
And the kind of girl he wanted me to be.
I wasn’t that girl, and I hated him and men.
And that hate stirred resentments in me.
When a full grown liberated woman,
Married three times, each husband died.
Friends and family bemoaned bad luck.
Here’s a secret I’ve kept nobody knows,
Though I wept at those funerals,
Like a good, bereaved, loving widow,
A spidery darkness had crawled into me,
Long before I became a fake behaved wife
And those three men in Grovers Cemetery
Were not coincidences, not natural causes,
Despite the coroners’ mistaken conclusions.
Bob Boyd
For ten years he was like
A wilted rose in a forlorn field
Devoid of a woman’s love
Dejected and unappreciated
His heart struggled on
His love locked away
Inside of him until
The wilted rose was
Watered with the love
Of a woman who saw
The wonders inside of him
And turned the key that
Unlocked his waiting love
And sunshine flourished
In that once forlorn field
And wilted rose reborn
Became the most
Beautiful rose the
World has ever seen
Bob Boyd
Fell in love with you last night
Last love, best love for me
None as wonderful as you
I don’t care if in this brief life
If we never meet face to face
If we never consummate
In this temporary existence
My love for you is beyond
The lesser physical needs
That aren’t about real love
My love for you is beyond
This world and everything
And I believe our unique love
Will live on now and forever
I love you eternally Avery
Bob Boyd
He saw his country turn into a banana republic,
Downgraded to an increasingly corrupt third world.
Democracy falling apart. Everything rigged.
Free speech free if you had the right free speech.
Right became wrong. Wrong became Right.
Porn in children’s school libraries glaringly.
Concerned parents at school board meetings
Likened to terrorists by Big Brother’s flunkies.
Real terrorists and enemies walking across
Non-existent, unguarded borders freely.
Welcome to another falling Rome and feel
Free to bomb the hell out of the plebeians
As long as you don’t harm the sellout elites.
Bob Boyd
When a star fell from the sky
And learned it wasn’t a star
And it was never going on a
Tour of planet earth because
Earth lacked the gravitational
Juice to suck it into its orbit
Depressed and down and
Tired of its lonely nights
The sad star impostor
Cried before all its lights
Flickered out and suicidal
Ended everything by leaping
Into a swirling Black Hole
Bob Boyd
Traveled the world
Had lots of money
Beauty to match
Met many men
None satisfactory
None matched up
To her great father
Joined a nunnery
Found the right
Man in God
Bob Boyd