She always had to be
in the center of the spotlight.
Her instagram page was
full of photos of herself,
her Facebook page too.
Some unkindly referred
to women like her as
attention whores.
She was otherwise nice,
but I never understood
her obsessive need
to always display herself
all over social media..
And I wonder what will
happen to her when
time erases her beauty
and attention to her
ubiquitous photos will wane.
Bob Boyd
The lady across the way
from my second story apartment
still has her Harris for President
sign up,
as if she is holding on to what
for her is a presidential paradise lost,
as if she delusionally is holding
out hope that like Jesus
coming back from the dead
Kamala will rise again from
the ruins of a dead and
poorly run campaign.
Bob Boyd
she loved the high and monied life
she caught the biggest rich fish
and lived high on their wealth
like a bloodsucking parasite
in moments of sober reflection
she felt the emptiness in her life
but eased it by going shopping
and spending thousands on
designer dresses and purses
and seeing her purpose as
a service with her extravagant
shopping helping many people
staying profitably employed
bob boyd
I wondered how sleazeballs could become politicians
yet I saw them doing performance art in congress
over and over and over and over and over and over
voted in and voted in and voted in and voted in
I couldn’t understand how anyone could support them
how anyone could be so politically stuped and
unable to see through the obvious dumb deceptions
then I saw how the mainstream media was complicit
in providing cover and false narratives about them
and how many low information voters got duped
over and over and over and over and over and over
Bob Boyd
he’d skied all his life
some said like a pro
he liked the feel of
skis under his feet
the wind in his face
the crunching sound
of the crusty snow
the freedom of it all
the getaway time
from the hassles of
his hard driven life
drunk on the slopes
he skied erratically
lost control of skis
into a deadly tree
his skiing days
his forty years of
life gone forever
Bob Boyd
He won the lottery.
Never had a dime
then suddenly
got rich with millions.
Had so much money
he didn’t know what
to do with it all.
Blew it on gold digging
women, expensive
clothes, fancy cars,
exorbitant homes.
Went bankrupt a few
years later from in
his words, “Spending
my money like a Boss!”
Bob Boyd
I wonder where Ruth is now,
a sweet woman I once loved
and was married to for 7 years
until my introvert nature and
her extrovert nature became
at odds with our love.
She began spending more
time with friends than with
homebody me.
Decades after we divorced,
Ruth died in her early 50s,
of what I don’t know.
I read of her death in an
obituary online and felt
so sorry for her.
Despite our marriage and
our love not working out,
I would have liked her to
have a long and happy life.
And I wonder where Ruth
is now.
Bob Boyd
The flowers keep coming back
every Spring.
Is this a form of reincarnation?
Do flowers keep incarnating
life after life?
If so, is it the same for you
and me? Some people claim
they’ve lived past lives.
Some seem like they could
be creditable, but hard
to say if they are.
Most have no idea if they’ve
been here before or where
they were, if anywhere,
before they were born.
As for me, I’m hoping
reincarnation isn’t real.
Imagine coming back on
the cusp of a
full blown nuclear holocaust.
Bob Boyd
If you’re a fly reading this, that’s nothing to brag about.
Have you not heard of wooing a lady?
Have you not heard of foreplay?
Whatever happened to flowers and chocolates
and the requisite I love yous?
What about her needs instead of just yours?
Quick on the draw is okay for gun fights or duels
but not for the gentle art of lovemaking.
And based on your speed screwing,
you probably hop off and leave her there
and fly away once you got yours
without some afterglow caresses and kisses.
So man up and consider her pleasure too.
Slow down and please her better;
It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.
Bob Boyd
I see a fly going about his business
ignoring me
until I try to swat him and he
escapes me
I wonder if other then when I
attack him
if he has any kind of awareness
of me
I wonder if his lifespan of 50 days is like
my 79 years
I just read to my surprise that a fly has
a brain
Now I wonder if a fly is smarter than humans who do
stupid things
Bob Boyd
I decided I didn’t want her complications,
Despite that we had so much in common.
Despite that she was so damn good in bed.
But what the hell is a lot in common
and good in bed lovemaking skills
when she made me miserably unhappy?
Better being without her complications
that caused me so much damn drama.
Better living a peaceful uncomplicated life.
Bob Boyd
He loved the women of the night.
He felt the transactions were fair.
He got what he wanted.
They got well compensated.
He said he didn’t want the drama
and the potential disappointments,
and the always possible heartaches
in normal relationships with women.
In a way, he might have had a point.
But if he had taken the risk and
invested in a normal relationship,
he might have found a loving wife
instead of unromantic couplings
minus caring and enduring love.
Bob Boyd
He told me you have to choose a woman
like you’d choose a profitable stock.
Forget about true love
that won’t help with the bottom line
of living large and flush with cash.
Inwardly I scoffed at his avarice
and chose a sweet woman and true love.
He chose a woman with an inheritance
As if there were no justice in this world,
his marriage lasted all his greedy life.
Mine fizzled out in less than a year.
Bob Boyd
She looked so uniquely nice
in her elaborate clothes
her unique fashion sense
but nothing on earth
could ever compare
to how beautiful she looked
in her natural au natural
Bob Boyd
Remembering Sandra Lisacki today
and how beautiful she looked
back in high school gracing the corridors
with her stunning and exotic looks,
holding her books in her arms,
looking so amazingly lovely.
Her beautiful brown eyes
and black hair left me practically breathless.
Alas, I wish I could have met her in person
and been lucky enough to have gone out with her.
I wish I could have been that blessed.
Instead I never approached her,
never got to know her.
Perhaps feeling unworthy of her.
And asking her out might have been
as futile as an undeserving mortal
asking out a heavenly goddess.
And back then to me she was
like a goddess, and I will never forget
how incomparably beautiful she looked
in the Woburn High Class of 1964.
I hope she is still alive. She’d be 78
now I think. I hope she had a happy life.
Bob Boyd
the churches went woke
forgot about real religion
focused more on politics
and so-called social justice
than on their religious roots
services and sermons
became boringly bland
and jesus was forgotten
and his spirit left them
even he could not stand
their desecrations of his
message of forgiveness
and unconditional love
bob boyd
wrote a bestseller about it
he’d been abducted by aliens
and learned many things about them
that he shared with his readers
who gushed over the revelations
he became like a celebrity
garnered millions of fans
made tons of money
did slews of interviews
poster boy for ufologists
all of it a sweet gig for him
all of it a blatant hoax
bob boyd
he was trouble in high school,
kicked out of it many times
upset teachers in classrooms
always creating disturbances
the bane of all those in charge
not surprising, since he
got many beatings at home.
bob boyd
You can keep your celebratory status.
Like anything else in life, it has its costs.
The price for all that attention
is the loss of your public freedom
and being bothered by paparazzi
and often reporters everywhere you go
and the risk of being quoted or
misquoted on something you said.
Screw all that attention, say I.
It just isn’t worth it to me in the end.
Although some celebs seem
to handle it incredibly well.
Bob Boyd
Supposedly an ant just dies
and has no heaven or
nirvana.
Where privileged humans
get the perks of living
cushy, eternal lives.
I find that discriminatory
to the little four-leggeds,
who according to research
have more group smarts
than humans.
But maybe their salvation
is eventually assured
through the transmigration
of souls from one life to
another.
In other words, today an ant
tomorrow a dog. Lives later
a privileged human on the
track of a nirvana or a
heaven.
But still … why the wait?
Why can’t ants be on the
fast track to eternal bliss
instead of having to
make their bones life
after life.
That is, If the Hindu
take on the scheme
of things is unerringly
and theologically right.
Bob Boyd