Memories of you
darken my day.
My heart beats like
a dirge inside
my chest.
Never, never
will I
love again.
Bob Boyd
Fall
leaves shedding from tree
scattering upon the ground
beautiful blanket
Bob Boyd
Spring
the winter is gone
the new season’s warmer weather
leaves me mournful and cold
tears like April showers
rain from my eyes
my girlfriend lies dead
in the Spring ground
Bob Boyd
Earth’s Burdens
As I grow older life speeds up as I slow down.
I imagine the planet spinning faster, unfelt by me,
Except for the faster time and my slower life.
Maybe me going slower to stay balanced in
The whirlwind cycles of impatient earth,
I imagine impatient to see another human gone,
A life spun away into an ever lighter corpse,
Less weight for earth to carry.
Another burdensome human gone,
The planet spins on.
Bob Boyd
Aliens Under The Sea
Aliens in spacecrafts
flying in and
out of the sea
real or utter bunk
credible witnesses
seemingly
but man made
or extraterrestrial
If aliens, grays,
tall whites
reptilians or
little green men?
An agreeable
mystery to me
I’m beginning to
like bizarre
theories and beliefs
Fills a little time
with fascinating
stories and claims
like all these Bigfoot
sightings with no
body alive or dead
and no irrefutable proof.
But back to seagoing
Alien air and sea crafts
Here’s another theory
maybe AI robots
collecting whatever
from the sea and
as unable to communicate
with us as a kid’s
windup toy.
Or maybe they’re
interdimensional.
Bob Boyd
Clinically Dead Never More Alive
Spoke to one of the post clinically dead
yesterday.
She can’t wait to go back to the Light
and the Love.
I yearn to go there too and experience
the wonders of the Light and the Love
beyond this often unfair, sometimes
dangerous, coin toss life.
Too many things in this impermanent
world I no longer like.
Let me fly to the higher one in a
heavenbound kite.
And bask in the Light of eternal
peace.
To live forever in the unimaginable,
the no one wants to leave it, the
unconditional Love.
Bob Boyd
Good Old Days
urban city streets
all over America
infested with drugs
declining country
far cry from its distant past
minus all the drugs
the shootings and the mayhem
mournful modern life
if only we could retrieve
sane days of the past.
Bob Boyd
Self
Suddenly I was here
but where I was before
unknown to me
except I’m told I was
in the womb.
Though this I know;
what I mean is
where was I pre-womb,
a spirit in the astral
fully cognisant of
self?
Or was I am uncreated
self out of nothing
into something?
Or am I and
everything out of
and back into
the eternal Self?
Bob Boyd
Angela
At first you seemed angelic,
your face, your voice, even
your name.
But when you got
comfortable the darkness
crawled out of your soul.
Even your angel face
changed, eyes in unguarded
moments evil.
At times your voice
lost its sweetness,
sounded malevolent.
And you became
insanely jealous
of Gina, my coworker,
culminating in you
enraged and armed shooting
her and me at work.
I survived, Gina didn’t.
you vanished, and the
police learned
your MO was to get insanely
jealous and kill any
perceived rivals,
six in five states, reinventing
yourself with different names
and disguises each kill.
I don’t know if there’s a hell
but I believe you’ll be
somewhere like that
when you die, probably a
horrible death, and that’s
revenge enough for me.
Bob Boyd
Crime Show
At first phenomenal love
then nuptial bliss and two kids
years later passions refrigerated
boredom on front burner
dalliances, hers and his.
Affairs discovered
divorce lawyers consulted
custody battle for kids
bitter wife and paramour
plan permanent solution
kill husband get kids
and her insurance money
husband forgot to fix.
Met with recommended hitman
undercover cop.
Bob Boyd