a future circus
captive humans doing tricks
aliens applaud
Bob Boyd
Trains
Trains roaming days and nights
Rolling on tracks clickety clack,
Horns blowing, breaks steaming,
Sometimes a steel beast roaring,
On rails all across the country.
More sights to see them on a plane
With sky and clouds your only view.
I hear trains screeching on the tracks
And feel them shaking my apartment.
Rumblings trembling my chair,
Reverberating in my back
Like a mild earthquake quaking.
I wonder where the trains are bound,
And what it would be like to be on one
Traveling to an unknown locale
To start a new more exciting life
Somewhere I’ve never been.
Imagine taking a train to paradise.
Bob Boyd
New York New York
Big Apple city streets and subways less safe.
Fruit has gone sour, partake of it at your own risk.
Lunatics push you into 82,000 pounds of screeching death,
Flattens and chews you up, a cadaver in a meat grinder.
Dreadful, horrible way to go out in bloody bits and pieces,
A signature way to die on the rails from a shove in Gotham City.
Happens more and more often, like a twisted steel fad.
Street psychopaths attack and put you to sleep in the
City that never sleeps. Random attacks the thing.
Older more likely to be the next statistic, but
Anybody’s on the impromptu knock out list.
The perp probably walks while you in the ICU.
Light sentence, if any. Coddled criminals rights
More important than your insignificant citizen safety.
Illegals attacking police free to leave despite
The unwritten rule you don’t attack the
Protectors in blue or the hammer of justice
Hammers you harder, an example set.
New York of old before worms in the Big Apple,
And the bright lights of the city nights went dim
O how I mourn for you.
Bob Boyd
Diminishing Returns of Aging
What Golden Years?
Many old people getting cancer;
Cancer wards like geriatrics wards,
Longer you live the more your
Quality of life diminishes,
The more you become at risk
Of falls, some that can kill you.
More likely to die of flu related illness.
Less money more medical bills.
At some point you probably won’t be driving
You become more unsafe on the road.
Aging wrecks your breaking down body
Muscles shrink, body’s stiffens,
Skin gets ugly, wrinkles,
other marks, some scary looking,
Hopefully not cancer, but stay
Out of the blazing sun. You’re
Number one on skin cancer’s
Hit list.
Hearing and vision can be affected
Like an old machine breaking down.
People you knew or heard of
Dying more frequently.
You’re number one on
COVID’s hit list.
Bob Boyd
April
Dark clouds
amass
rain falls
people scatter
umbrellas unfold
the pitter patter
of rain drops
sidewalks
shallow rivers
April debuts.
Bob Boyd
Lab Rats
I keep hearing aliens created us,
As if we were mere lab specimens –
Experiments.
Cannot accept this contrary notion,
As if we were not creations of –
God.
Of course because I cannot accept it
Doesn’t mean it is –
Untrue.
Nonetheless, I choose to wholeheartedly believe
Aliens implanted those notions in abductees –
Minds.
Or trolling tricksters seeking some laughs,
Maybe some attention, made up those –
Stories.
Bob Boyd
Alone
A lone moth
beats its wings
against a
screen door,
the kitchen light
mesmerizing him.
Reminds me of
my past, beating
my feelings against
ill-fated loves,
mesmerized by
glowing beauties.
Bob Boyd
Howl
filled with the moonlight
feeling like he’s been reborn
a werewolf again
Bob Boyd
I love Cats But
I love cats
How they purr
How they meow
How the snuggle up to you
How how they look adorable
How they potty train themselves
How they are ideal for apartments
How they like to be petted all the time
How they can live in an apartment without disturbing neighbors
But
I can’t handle them jumping on tables, especially kitchen tables
I can’t handle them jumping on the sink next to drying dishes
I can’t handle how they can scratch up furniture
Maybe someday I’ll get one.
Bob Boyd
Like
Like a star shining in the sky,
my heart lights up when I see you.
Like the moon when it’s full,
my mind is filled with thoughts of you
Like the earth cannot stop spinning,
I cannot stop loving you.
Bob Boyd
This may sound surprising. I had no one in mind when I wrote this. And though I’m like a monk, I can write romantic poetry.