I had a dream
about my father
who often seemed
to reject me
sometimes hit me
whom I hated for
many years
but eventually
forsake the hate
in the dream my
father gave me
a hug that tickled
me with delight
and I felt that I
needed to interact
more with him
I woke up with
that thought
in my mind
forgetting that
my father died
a long time ago.
Bob Boyd
It used to be wonderful
the love they shared.
Pity it faded with the
passing years.
Now they hate each other
fighting over the custody
of their two kids in court.
In more sobering times,
when for a moment
the hate briefly pauses
both bemoan the loss
of that wonderful love.
Bob Boyd
As a child, he took a
macabre delight
in torturing and killing
animals despite being
from a loving family.
Not surprisingly, he took
that same ghoulish delight
in torturing and killing young
women when he grew up.
I say he was born bad, and
like a beast in the jungle
was following his unnatural
serial killing instincts.
You may say it was nurture
but not everyone who is
born into a toxic family
grows up torturing and
killing animals and people.
Bob Boyd
He was a handsome guy
looks equal to the female
beauty equivalents
but even though he could
have them, he preferred
what he called the plain
janes, who were quite
pretty, less concerned
with their looks, and
more beautiful inside.
Bob Boyd
I told Mac she’s dangerous
Mac didn’t listen to me
you’re just jealous, he said
he got involved with her
lured by her beauty only
unaware of the evil within
a few months later
she ran off with his money
and never was seen again
not even by the police
and poor Mac was dead.
Bob Boyd
She said she was a gypsy
and liked to wander.
I thought that was just talk
and fell in love with her.
I should have paid attention
to what she had said.
She loved me for a week
and wandered away.
Bob Boyd
He’d read about mirror gazing,
decided to try it.
At first it felt weird staring
at himself.
At times it felt scary.
Other times it made him high.
With more practice, his face
began to change.
Sometimes it look funny,
sometimes strange.
His mirror gazing ending
when his face became demonic.
And the mirror shattered.
Bob Boyd
She made all A’s in high school
a four-year scholarship
to Duke University
planned to become a doctor
like her mother before her
participated in many activities
in her high school years
loved by her classmates
nice, funny, well mannered
worked part time at a mall
upon leaving work one night
never made it home
vanished that night
abducted and killed by
a serial killer waiting
under her car
her dreams, her academics
all her achievements and
all that she was – gone
the horror and unfairness
of her death haunts me still.
Bob Boyd
She’s hooked on alcohol
can’t shake the addiction
she goes to church Sundays
tells God she’s giving up
getting drunk and drinking
back to the bars Monday
back to getting drunk again
Monday to Saturday
so far she’s repeated that
pattern for 30 plus days
church on Sunday
drunk Monday to Saturday
I’m not putting her down
horrible things happened
to Mary in her childhood
deep scars in her soul
because she keeps trying
I’m rooting for Mary
I believe she will become
free of her addiction and
have the happy life she
seeks and deserves
despite the unfortunate
beginning she had
and at least she keeps
trying, doesn’t give up.
Bob Boyd
you left this world
far too soon
never having
a chance to live
never having
a normal, full life
unable to walk
unable to talk
unable to play
as other
children play
bedbound all
your brief life
fated with water
on the brain
from birth
dead at age six
RIP sweet soul
I hope in the
afterlife
a happier home
awaited you
where you could
walk and talk
and play as
other children play.
Bob Boyd