I called a fake seer out in the spring of 2021.
She swore at me and said she put a curse on me
That would kill me by a blood cancer in 2022.
I laughed at her nonsense and her fake curse.
Surprisingly, her curse was half right in 2022.
I was in Cone Hospital with a blood cancer,
But unlike the fake seer who died from my curse,
In the fall of 2021, the cancer failed to kill me.
Maybe because with the seer dead, the curse
Had lost half its power, too weak to kill me.

Bob Boyd

Hindu holy men starving to death on the Ganges
In protests of massive pollutions of the sacred river
They fast to death for what they call goddess Ganga
And for the safety of those who drink the water
In what some now call the River of Death
Progress doesn’t care about what’s held sacred
Or all the holy men starving themselves to death

Bob Boyd

Aliens are among us some ufologists claim,
And they want the government to come clean
About the ever present out of space entities.
Some say the ufologists are conspiracy theorists.
But is the ever denying government any better?
And don’t believe what you hear on the MSM.
As for me, I give the nod to the ufologists.
Even if they’re wrong, they’re not being deceptive
Or trying to cram fake news down my throat.

Bob Boyd

COVID didn’t kill me
Cancer didn’t either
Death’s nice tries
Of course I’m not
Bulletproof to the
Inevitable in this
Time running out
Temporary life
I just got lucky
Twice

Death still his its
Eyes on me and
Knows I can’t
Get lucky forever
As my body loses
Its resistance to It
And the gears in
My mind might
Eventually start
Slipping and maybe

I’ll die a torturous
Protracted death
But when death
Closes my eyes
And I’m dead
I go to my real
Home and I win

Bob Boyd

The night falls
I wake up
The moon is full
I am morphing
The prey is hiding
I am hunting
The forest is quiet
I am howling

Bob Boyd

Brianna there never was or will be anyone like you.
None other could ever compare to magnificent you.
Even though the years stole you looks and your figure,
At eighty six you are still a royal princess among women.
And I don’t understand why heaven hasn’t taken you yet.
Perhaps in this chaotic world your angelic presence is still needed,
Like a brilliant light in the midst of all the never ending darkness.

Bob Boyd

Lonely days and nights without you
Seems it wasn’t long ago when we were forever
Seems our love was a never ending romance
Yet fate had different ideas, destroyed our love
When the waves snatched you off that seaside cliff
And buried you somewhere under the deep sea
Now you’re gone and I cry seas of tears every day
And I’m so lost without wonderful sweet you

Bob Boyd

Chronically ill Harry took so many pills he felt like a walking pharmacy,
Pills for this, pills for that, pills for diseases he couldn’t pronounce.
He even had a big tray to assort all his pills and the times he took them.
One dark winter’s day when Harry had a new chronic body ache
The doctor prescribed Harry another pill and Harry’s spirit sank at
Having to take yet another pill, and he said it was one pill too many.
Feeling like he was only a dead man walking kept alive by 20 pills,
He dumped all his pills in the trash and felt a joyous sense of relief.
Pill free and liberated from all that medicine, he died the next day
With a smile on his face no longer suffering and artificially alive.

Bob Boyd

Her girlfriends called her Anna Bobanna;
It made her and everyone laugh,
She was a natural born comedienne
And quite a bit more than that.
She saw her comedy as a form of Service.
Every night on stage she gladdened many hearts
With laughter and lots of happiness that eased their woes,
And made them see that laughter truly healed hearts.
Anna Bobanna may not have been a Catholic Saint,
But she could have been with all the hearts she healed.

Bob Boyd

Harry collected the garbage on our street
Always cheerful and kind, he stood out
Summer, spring, fall and winter
Harry always showed up with a smile
Everybody said he had a certain something
It was kind of like an unexplainable glow
That emanated out of his face and his smile
He never went to church but believed in God
And talking to him was like talking to a monk
He had what could be called an inner piety
When he died of a massive heart attack
Hundreds attended his solemn funeral
And before the casket was lowered
Into the freshly dug large burial hole
Luminous white light poured out of it
And sort of like the holy spirit tongues
In the Biblical holy Day of Pentecost
The light entered into every one there
Filling them with inexpressible peace and joy
A supernatural holy goodbye from Harry

Bob Boyd

Never saw anyone who could kick a football like you
Or kick footballs in off limits areas everywhere
Over giant trees, buildings, and stately mansions too
Saw you kick that football over a police station once
Startled police thought it was some kind of bomb
You got apprehended immediately after the kick
And the boys in blue kicked the crap out of you

Bob Boyd

Saw you in a dream last night,
Red dress, blonde hair, beautiful,
Slender, aesthetic, perfectly poised,
Melodious, sultry, sweet voice.
Woke up, realized you were
None of that, but despite your
Imperfections and none of
Those inflated dream ideals,
You were beautiful to me and
Better than any fake dream.
And besides I’m far from
Perfect too and so in love
With beautiful to me you.

Bob Boyd

Fish like features
Lateral line
Gills
Swimming tails
Functional lungs
Diet changing
Drastically
Limbless
Larva stage
One day
I’ll be
Living my
Best life
As a full
Grown
Croaking frog

Bob Boyd

Children so innocent
Seeming beyond sin
Close to angelic
Like little angels
Hard to understand
How some grow up
And become so evil

Bob Boyd

Soldiers marching in a parade
Boots stomping on the ground
A proud patriotic sight
A necessary deterrent
To enemy attacks
Or if goose stepping
In Nazi Germany
A part of the heinous
Final Solution

Bob Boyd

She was like a will-o’-wisp
As mysteries and ethereal
And maybe elemental
She passed by me
And said hello one day
In the hall of my workplace
I asked others about her
They said her name was
Linnea and that she had
Died over a week ago

Bob Boyd

Hit the lottery mucho bigtime
Bought sport cars and mansions
Beautiful women came after me
Said it wasn’t about the money
An average-looking dude of 33
Got me a first class trophy wife
A freakin’ hot blonde model
With a bodacious smokin’ bod

Spent my winnings like a maniac
On stuff for myself I didn’t need
And designer clothes and jewelry
For best thing ever happened to me wife
Lived like a freakin’ king for two years
Ate at the best restaurants in town
Took trips all over the freakin’ world

All was kosher and tres cool
Until the winnings ran clean out
Lost everything, freakin’ fool I was
The trophy wife left me toot sweet
For a new lottery winning dude

Bob Boyd

Brad and Sarah had a happy marriage,
Good jobs, kids, and house with picket fence.
Friends and neighbors envied their perfect love.
Brad worked long hours managing a retail store.
Sarah worked as secretary for a Baptist Church.

Sarah discovered social media, got addicted.
Pasted many photos of herself on Facebook,
Followed family and friends and others there.
Received many compliments about her looks.
The flattery raised her self esteem, enjoyed it.

Even handsome men praised her for her beauty;
Their attentions blew up her ego, kindled desires.
Began chatting back and forth with them.
Posted sexy photos of herself on Facebook.
A year later an affair and a nasty divorce.

Brad found out she had been cheating on him
With a Facebook paramour for seven months.
Brad now has the kids; Sarah pays child support.
Her Facebook paramour is with another woman.
Sarah blames Facebook for her failed marriage,
But still goes there and exhibits herself.

Bob Boyd

Lightning quick
Rarely seen
Live in
Many tunnels
Store food there
Incredibly cute
Brown and Orange
Colored fur body
Striking stripes
Cheeks puffed
Up with food
Deposited in
Tunneled burrow
Hoards
Cutest animal
Ever

Bob Boyd

He hated the way his sister always said jeepers creepers.
Although he loved all her clever pranks she played on him.
So he wasn’t surprised that after she died at age eighty seven
He woke up a day after her funeral and
Heard her say jeepers creepers inside his head.

Bob Boyd