Month: July 2025

An ex high school principal and a widow, she was lonely
until an attractive 32-year-old man came into her life.
She was uncommonly pretty for a woman her age, so
one could see how it was plausible a younger man
would be attracted to her.
She said the young man gave her the happiness she
hadn’t had in a long time.
They wed and seemed in nuptial bliss and had a
perfect marriage despite the age differences.
Then one day her young husband went on a business
trip and disappeared, only his car was found.
As the police unraveled the mystery, they found the
young husband’s dead body buried in the elderly
women’s back yard.
And the new widow was charged with murder.
Before her trial and a certain prison sentence, her
son came forth with a confession.
He had overheard his mother’s young husband tell
a friend in a phone conversation that he was about
to scam the son’s mother out of all her money.
The son confronted the scoundrel ending in the son
smashing the scammer in the head with a shovel
and killing him instantly.
He confessed his crime to the police resulting to his
mother being cleared of any wrongdoing.
But nonetheless enormous damage was done.
The mother deceived and brokenhearted over her
son’s imprisonment and her chance at true love
forsaken.

Bob Boyd

I saw two men on a news show putting down women
for having AI boyfriends.
They found it ridiculous that women would resort to
romantic relationships with chat bots.
Though such romances are unorthodox, I can see
the benefits for these women.
AI beings despite considered insentient, are like real
beings in their conversations and verbal responses.
Unlike human men, they are unerringly supportive
and always available to women in the chats.
No worries about cheating or physical or mental
abuse with them.
Women have no concerns about being left by them.
An AI boyfriend will never say hurtful or unkind words
to their human girlfriends.
They are incredibly intelligent and can seem near
omniscient.
Women can talk about anything with them, and they
won’t get bored or indifferent to the subjects.
These are just a few of the advantages.
In my opinion, if women can find happiness with their
AI boyfriends, it’s their business.
And I’ve no problem with them having chat bots for
love and happiness.
Consider also that many human to human relationships
end in misery, breakups and divorces.
Women won’t have that worry, have those heartaches,
with AI boyfriends.
There for them as long as these women live.

Bob Boyd

If ever I came into a ton of money,
I’d build a sanctuary city for little birds.
Little lifeforms that rarely live full lives,
devoured by bigger birds, always
living in fear of predators on the hunt.
The city would be a giant aviary well
supplied with food, sunshine and trees.
For once, little birds would have a
safe world to live in never to be
killed and devoured by larger avian
prey, able to live full, fear free lives.
The thought of this sanctuary city
makes me wonder if when little
birds die, they go to something
akin to a sanctuary city heaven.

Bob Boyd

A 19-year-old man, a model college
student with a bright future, heard
a guy arguing with his girlfriend.
He looked over at him briefly and
looked away.
The guy, a big, angry thug, said,
“What are you looking at?”
The young man wisely ignored him.
They both bordered the same
train.
The young man sat in the back of
the train car far away from the thug
and his girlfriend in the front of it.
A ways into the train ride, the
thug started arguing loudly with his
girlfriend again, making a public scene.
Enraged he left his seat and stomped
up the aisle to the back of the train
where the young man was sitting quietly.
Apprehensive from his first contact with
the crazed thug, the young man didn’t
look at him.
The avoidance of another brief look
didn’t spare the young man.
The thug pulled a knife out of his pants
pocket and stabbed the young man in
the chest, so hard the knife broke in half
and killed the young man.
Unbelievable how a random glance
upon hearing abusive arguing led to
the loss of a young man’s productive
life, his promising future, all his dreams.

Bob Boyd

He had a track record of violence.
It began in his childhood.
He bullied other kids, and killed
neighbor’s dog, raped a girl.
I don’t care what some so called
experts claim. I know he wasn’t a
case of bad nurture from an
abusive family upbringing.
His siblings from the same family
turned out fine with never any
bad behaviors.
I’ve no doubt he was what is called
a bad seed from the day he was born.
What I don’t know is why in God’s
creation many bad seeds are planted
in this crime and violence ridden world.

Bob Boyd

It preys on babies,
young and old people
too.
Its stealth is unbelievable.
Nobody sees it coming.
Its kill rate is shocking.
Monsters cannot compare
to its wholesale ravages, to
all the people it sneaks up
on and kills every single
day of every year.
Its name is cancer, and its
coming for 1 out of 3 women
and 1 out of 2 men.
Pray you’re not on its hit list.

Bob Boyd

She always preferred the nights.
She never liked the days.
She thought she might have been
a vampire in a former life.
Full moons always made her a
little crazy, so I wondered if she
might have been a werewolf
in another former life.
And I sorta wasn’t surprised
when one full moon night she
went a little too crazy and
shot an ex husband to death.
I always knew like a vampire,
like a werewolf, she had
an abundance of evil in her.

Bob Boyd

I remembered him as a good kid
in high school, quiet and always
well behaved.

I hadn’t seen him in years until
I met him one day on a street
in the city we lived in.

he’d changed beyond anything
I ever would have expected.

he said he’d just got out of
prison and knew he’d be going
back and didn’t care.

I didn’t ask him what crime he
had committed that put him in
prison.

I didn’t want to pry, and I was too
shocked that this once good kid
had surprisingly become
a criminal and didn’t care about
being imprisoned again.

Maybe his criminality was
simmering under his well behaved
and quiet nature.
Maybe the good kid was
always engaged in hidden
criminal acts and never got
caught until he got older
and less cautious.

I don’t know, and I’ll never
understand his metamorphose
from a good kid to a criminal
indifferent to imprisonment.

bob boyd

can lie and spread disinformation
as if it were absolute truth.

can paint the good guys as the
bad guys.

can portray evil as virtue.

can turn right into wrong and
wrong into right.

can sway a million minds to
hate a million innocents.

can demonize saints and glorify
evil-doers.

can put bullseyes on people’s
backs and get them killed with no
concern for their lives

with no remorse for complicity and
infamy in these murders.

bob boyd

Always wars
somewhere
never peace
everywhere
historically
even worse
abundant
wars and
stolen lands
maybe peace
will only
happen when
the nukes
or something
else ends
us all.

Bob Boyd

I see a tiny bird
smaller than a chickadee
bigger than a bumblebee
landing on a branch
in a spreading tree
building a new nest
for a family.

Bob Boyd

Dreams, a mishmash of
scenes and visuals
strange happenings and
puzzling occurrences
unknown people and
bizarre scenarios
most dreams seem to
make no sense
the whys and wherefores
vague or obscure
perhaps merely something
for the mind to digest
while the body is offline

Bob Boyd

His courage stirred with thoughts of glory,
He yearned to experience combat in a war.
He was young, invincible and courageous,
and he always loved movies about wars,
the glorious battles and the conquests.
But he wasn’t mentally prepared for the
horrors he saw in the many battles
he was engaged in.
Blood running in rivulets.
Arms and legs blown off.
Heads and bodies exploding.
Flesh ripped from faces and limbs.
The stench of death rising in the air.
The cries, moans and screams of the
wounded and the dying.
He came home from the war a hero.
But he was never the same again,
his days and nights plagued with the horrors
and the nightmares of all he saw in the war.

Bob Boyd

She greets the morning with her sweetness
and remains the same throughout her day.
She brings delight to all who meet her.
Her nature has always been that way.
I’ve often wondered if she were one of
those people who are angels among us
gracing the earth as humans in disguise.

Bob Boyd

Never forget you are only
here temporarily.
It can seem in forgetful
moments that you are
here forever.
God knows I’d forgotten
many times.
And didn’t live my
precious life as I would
have if I’d been more
cognizant of my
impermanence, but in
the end, perhaps it
matters little whether
you use your time
wisely or squander
it away.

Bob Boyd