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
I have reached a point in my life where
I don’t care if despite all the claims about
an afterlife, dead is dead and nothing more
I equate it to something like spiritual maturity,
but maybe it’s becase I’ve lived a long life
and that’s enough for me.
Whatever the reason, now I don’t care about
death ending me, and my afterlife being only
a corpse or ashes in the ground.
Bob Boyd
Some people believe in fairies,
and some claim they have seen them.
I’m not a believer in fairies
but maybe in a way they are real.
Perhaps, as is thought about cryptids,
fairies are interdimensional.
Bob Boyd
Billions of people have lived and died
on this earth since it began.
My question is where have they all gone?
Are they packed like sardines in some
crowded heaven
or worse in an overpopulsted burning hell?
Is the afterlife infinitely spacious enough
that it can contain unlimited numbers of people
or, for convenience sake, do we just die
dead in the ground and become part of the earth?
Bob Boyd
She was so elegant
a real genteel lady
impeccably mannered
poised and refined
dainty and elegant
but oh my Almighty God
at the slightest affront
she shed the elegance
and she sure could curse.
Bob Boyd
The chicken is
merrily clucking away,
as if she were forever
as if she were dying never
not knowing she’s
a few clucks away
from her doomsday
her transition to somebody’s
dead chicken dinner.
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
He was born into a family of Christians
with six generations of ministers.
He became a devout Christain as a kid,
dreamed of becoming a minister too.
Never missed a Sunday service,
taught Sunday School as a teenager.
He attended a Christian high school
and a prestigious Christian College,
became a minister at age 22.
He married a sweet Christian woman.
At first it was a heavenly union,
both devout followers of Christ.
But with the years, he became too
controlling of his obedient wife.
He kept her from friends and family
until she found love with another man,
an unintended extramarital affair.
He couldn’t allow her to embarrass him.
He became enraged and betrayed
his Christian faith and his ministry
by strangling his adulterous wife to death.
Bob Boyd
He aspired to be a gangster
started with petty theft
graduated to gang membership
extortion and grand theft
moved up in the ranks and
was promoted to a hitman
but when he was assigned his
first hit, he couldn’t do it
he didn’t have it in him
that fatal mistake ended him
he’s buried under a building
built a few months ago
in downtown Boston, Mass.
Bob Boyd
His dog always knew when he was
being taken to the veterinarian.
He’d whine and moan and always
tried to hide.
The man who owned the dog
was almost the same.
Although he didn’t try to hide
or whine and moan outwardly
he avoided going to a doctor
like his dog would have
if his dog had free will and
wasn’t forced to go.
Bob Boyd