Goodness Abounds

Despite all the evil in the world,
goodness abounds.
Despite the murders, the rapes,
the pedophilia, goodness abounds.
At times when I feel down about it
I remember goodness abounds.
But I often wonder why we have
to have so much evil in this world,
why evil also has to abound.
Best I can do, is just try to accept
the world for the way it is, and
take heart in what I see is not
forever. When death comes, none
of it will ever affect me again.

Bob Boyd

Being Oblivious Has Its Merits

Being oblivious to the news and the terrible
stories in the news frees a person from
the tensions and the turmoil always
happening in the world.

It’s easier to be happy when not consumed
with all the negative news.

Perhaps fewer trips to doctors,
less high blood pressure and legitimate depression,
maybe less heart attacks and strokes too.

More blissful moments in ignorance,
less outraged moments,
more peace of mind.

A happier life without the truth,
probably dying peacefully in sleep.

Bob Boyd

The Strategy Is Simple

Import voters to steal elections
if you cannot sway the citizens
to vote for you.
Never mind the havoc caused
to the general public.
Never mind unvetted illegals,
just bring them in and don’t
think about public safety
and national security.
The votes. The power is
worth the inconveniences and
the deaths and rapes of
the inconsequential citizens.

Bob Boyd

Forbidden

Sometimes she’d say a word or two to me at an event.
Though I thought she was incredibly beautiful, I never
developed those lovely words into a conversation.
Though I would have liked to have been with her, I never
made any romantic advances.
Sometimes I think it would have been my happiest day
to have even held her hand or have even kissed her once.
But I’ll die never having known what it would have been like.
She was married with two children and forbidden.

Bob Boyd

A Harmless Man

On the outside a harmless man.
On the inside a dangerous predator.
He worked as a traveling salesman
during the day.
At night, he prowled the bars looking for
unwary female prey.
Women he picked up, seduced by his
charm, never saw the sun rise.
And none of them ever got away.
His infamy immeasurable, his cunning
hypnotic, he trapped his prey with
his handsome face and charming words.
He evaded police with his luck and
meticulous stealth.
He died at age 86, never having been
a suspect, never having been caught
and presumed to have been harmless
for all of his bloodthirsty, long life.

Bob Boyd

Birds on Wing

Birds on wing,
what an amazing thing.
How I wish I could fly like them,
even in skybound dreams.
Imagine effortlessly winging in
the sky above and gliding
on the wind currents.
Imagine the beautiful views
from up in the cloudy heavens.
Imaging the feelings as you
soared in the skies and as
you gently landed back
down on earth.

Bob Boyd

Raccoons in the News

Raccoons broke into a house
bridged the cat flap in the front door.
Swiped the pet food, ate the snacks.
Frockled on the chairs, lounged in the couches.
Messed with the computers, watched some TV,
ripped books apart, tore up some magazines.
Sneaky, masked critters will probably get off scot free
for their bold and flagrant B & E.

Bob Boyd

Patriots Marching

Hundreds of thousands marching in the
streets of London, patriots, all of them.
Young people, middle age people, children
and old people, patriots, all of them.
Flags flying. Drums pounding. Trumpets blowing
People singing, chanting, save our country songs and chants.
A swelling fervor of emotion, patriotism, and love of country.
Prayers, hopes, pleas, demands to save their country.
Instead of God save the king – It’s God save our country.

Bob Boyd

Night of the Werewolves

The night was dark. The moon was full.
Howls filled the forest. Campers in tents shuddered.
Some packed up their tents and raced away.
Others made of stronger stuff with guns stayed.
The howls grew nearer. Campers’ fears increased.
Those of stronger stuff braced themselves and
shouldered their guns.
When the dozen or more werewolves appeared
and gunshots lit up the full moon night,
the spray of bullets only bounced off the beasts.
The slaughtered campers made of stronger stuff
lay in pieces on the blood drenched ground.

Bob Boyd

Radicalized

He was raised by a good family.
And he had been a good kid
until he became radicalized
by a twisted brainwashing
from the legacy media and
the college he attended.
He joined a radical group
that promoted violence and
disruption of those whose
views they had been led to
see as Nazis and fascists.
They blindly held to those
false and harmful beliefs,
demonizing those whose
beliefs they disagreed with.
The once good kid raised
by a good and loving family
is now in jail for life for
murdering an innocent man
whose views he killed him for.

Bob Boyd

The Disappearance of Jeremy

Jeremy liked to camp out at night.
Never had any encounters with
wild beasts, even on spooky
nights when sounds were scary.
Until the night he heard an owl,
and they quietly came for him.
Stunned by unknown means
into a complete submission,
not believing what was happening
to him that otherworldly night,
he woke up semiconscious and
standing in a tube on a giant
alien space ship with aliens
extracting bodily fluids from him
until he eventually died in that
stand up experimental device.
And no one on earth ever knew
what had happened to him.

Bob Boyd

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