Month: February 2026

Your life is great
nice wife, good job,
enough money

perfect health,
no meds,
feeling great

your future bright
and sunny

a car accident
a heart attack
a job loss
a divorce
a death

in a millisecond.

Bob Boyd

Dresses modestly, looks great
without showing a lot of skin,
doesn’t do drugs or get drunk.

Doesn’t use the word fuck
to try to seem modern,
better mannered than that

Doesn’t take off her clothes
on websites and compromise
her morals for ill gotten dollars.

Doesn’t put a price tag on how
much money a man must make
to get a date with her on an app.

Doesn’t mind being called a lady
or look down on women who
are stay at home mothers.

If you’re lucky enough to
be her boyfriend or her husband,
she won’t be your submissive.

She will be supportive but also
your 50/50 loving equal
and always there for you.

She’s an old fashion woman,
but I don’t think you could do
better than her for a girlfriend
or a wife.

Bob Boyd

His friends warned him,
said she wasn’t right in the head.
He didn’t give a damn about what they said
because he wasn’t right in the head either,
and they had a love that lasted all their lives.

Bob Boyd

She watched them lower her dead baby in his little casket
into the cold ground.
Tears rained from her eyes, her heart forever broken,
her life over.
In that moment, on that day, she made a life changing
decision.
After the funeral, she dined at the most expensive
restaurant in town, like a man on death row’s last meal.
When she finished the expensive, fancy meal,
she drove to the high bridge over the raging river.
She parked her car at the beginning of the long bridge,
shuffled as if in a trance to the middle of it,
climbed on top of the safety rails, leaped into
the deep waters and drowned to death to be with her baby.

Bob Boyd

Dawn alighted
clouds glowed
birds sang
winds sighed
earth awakened
rivers paused
trumpets blasted
angels appeared
out of the clouds
and He descended.

Bob Boyd

On the day she was leaving
his heart shattered, tears streaming,
he left for work without saying goodbye.

When he knew her love for him had waned,
and she began treated him disrespectfully,
he said no one is making you stay here;
you can leave anytime you want.
The next day she left him with no regrets.

Although he knew her leaving him
was for the absolute best,
he hated her for a year after that.

Mercifully, at the end of that year,
the hate drained out of his healed heart
and he was free of his unhealthy loathing.

Bob Boyd

She was young and beautiful
like the flowers in spring.
He loved her too much, and he
became unhealthy obsessed
with her and dangerously jealous.
But she cheated on him, and he
became insane when he found out.
Now like the flowers in winter
she lies in the cold ground
beneath where the flowers died.

Bob Boyd

When Jack and Jill went up a national park hill
in search of beautiful scenery.
Jack came down without Jill and claimed aliens
had abducted her.
The authorities didn’t believe him because to them
his story didn’t add up.
They interrogated him for days and hours until
he couldn’t withstand their questions anymore.
At the end of his sanity, he lied and cofessed he
had killed Jill just to stop the interrogations.
The weight of losing Jill and the constant grilling
had caused Jack to lose his mind.
The authorities kept pressuring him to tell them
where Jill’s body was.
But he couldn’t think of any convincing lies to
tell them about where it was, not having killed her.
He was sentenced to life in prison, while Jill was
fated to be a human slave on an alien planet.

Bob Boyd

I remember Pat Boone.
His songs often played on my radio.
He sold nearly 50 million records
in the 50s and 60s, had many hits.
One of the greatest crooners
of his day and a great guy.
He lived an examplary life
no drugs, no scandals.
I’m happy to say he’s still alive
and still singing.
But now from what I read,
he’s singing songs about God.
God bless him for that and for
being a great role model
for the youth of his day.
And for all the great songs he sang,
like Love Letters in the Sand.
He’s 91 years old now,
and still a great guy.

Bob Boyd

Great Britain used to be great.
Now it puts its citizens in prison
for tweets, suppressing free speech.
Now it treats illegal aliens
better than homeless veterans,
fancy hotels, free food, cell phones
free medical care, allowances, etc.
The government keeps flooding
Britain with unvetted illegals.
Sex crimes are rising, the public
is outraged, their government uncaring.
Great Britain is no longer great,
but its citizens and patriots still are
and they are rising up.

Bob Boyd

I see some sparrows pecking on the ground
beneath a sturdy oak tree.

Not unlike humans, they are working
for food.

And like fewer humans than most,
they are self employed.

At least they don’t have to worry
about going out of business

or losing their jobs and becoming
too poor to afford food.

Bob Boyd

The war drums are beating.
The soldiers are marching
the cadence of their boots
sounding on the ground.
The rulers are making speeches
to motivate the soldiers to fight,
the soldiers to die,
the wives and mothers to cry.

Bob Boyd

As he grew old
his life became
like a rushing river
days sped by faster
months and years
flew by seemingly
in the blink of an eye
and just like rivers
racing to oceans
his days were
racing toward
the ocean of
eternal bliss
consciousness.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful Bridgette
had six ex-husbands
wasn’t her fault
she was just unlucky
in her gambles with love
three were rogues
that cheated on her
the rest were free loaders
more interested in her money
than her love
beautiful Bridgette
love forsaken
more so when she got
old and her beauty
abandoned her
with never another
chance for lasting love.

Bob Boyd

Thousands died
a revolution to
break the chains
of totalitarian
oppression
the battle done
thousand more
dead on each
side, the
hardwon cost
of freedom.

Bob Boyd