Category: Poems

Saw you last night in a delightful dream.
You looked as adorable and petite as ever.
Gave you a book, don’t know why.
Hadn’t been thinking of you.
Were you trying to get my attention?

Bob Boyd

Praying mantis aliens
Insectoids 10 feet tall
Intellectually superior
Some claim it’s true
Imagine if hostiles
Coming for us
With anal probes
And surgical tools
Humans examined
Weaknesses sought
For final solution
To the human problem

Bob Boyd

Robins in the trees and on the ground
Flying on branches, hopping on grass.
Worms surfacing unaware of robin beaks everywhere.
Not unlike human life with Death’s beaks always everywhere.
Worms and humans limited life forms both prey every single day.
More obvious with the unaware worms than with the oblivious humans.

Bob Boyd

Time racing by faster and faster
Getting older and older and older
The years passing at warp speed
Death getting nearer and nearer
Closer and closer way too soon
I can almost see the coffin
Being built for dead me
And feel the grass above me
When I’m lying underground
And the me today is
Gone forever tomorrow

Bob Boyd

We came from different backgrounds
Her rich. Me poor.
I was too young to know about the rigid class system.
She didn’t know about it either, being a teenager too.
Her father and mother hated me.
I was unworthy scum to them. She deserved better.
My family didn’t have enough stuff, working class nobodies.
My father was a janitor, my mother a maid in a hotel.
Though I was just a kid, I knew it all came down to stuff.
Who had the most of if. Who had the least of it.
And it was all just nonsense. Nothing more.
But I was a dreamer blind to the class system,
And so was she.
So we eloped when we turned 18,
And you’d have thought I’d committed a crime.
Her family blamed me for their daughter’s disobedience,
And the better life she deserved rather than being with me
Her father sent two burly thugs after me.
They beat me up and nearly killed me.
And demanded I sign divorce papers.
I resisted until they started torturing me.
The pain became so extreme dying would have been better.
The pain too much to bear, I finally gave in and took the bribe,
A job at another state far away with great pay,
And the promise I’d never contact her again.
I could have tried to fight it legally later,
But I couldn’t afford the justice
Her father’s legal team could.
And I never saw her again.
I stayed in my own class after that,
And married a good, decent woman,
Who like my mother is a hotel maid,
Whose family thought highly of me
And didn’t care about how much stuff I didn’t have.

Bob Boyd

Though I’m okay with expletives
I never put them in poems

Agreed they can add more than shock value
To the dramatic impact of a poem

But I just don’t feel the need
To use them in my writings

Unlike in my younger years when
I used them unsparingly

And maybe I’d offend someone
Who abhors expletives unlike me

Bob Boyd

Born a natural beauty everybody said
Blonde hair cornflower blue eyes
Popular cheerleader in high school
Eyed and pursued by many boys
Didn’t want to get tied down
Bigger dreams than just a wife
After high school graduation
Won a local beauty pageant
Seeking stardom moved to Hollywood
Wanted fame on the silver screen
Took many acting classes
Thought I could became a star like Hepburn
After many auditions got only bit parts
Worked odd jobs in between the roles
Married a famous talent agent
Said he’d make me a star like Hepburn
Got me only more bit parts
None open the door to stardom
Divorced the talent agent
Cheated on me with many women
Years flew by my chances dimmed
I got older and less alluring
A director said my shot was over
Nobody wants to sleep with you
Unable to live with lost looks
And being an undesirable failure
Drank too much booze
Got chronically depressed
Killed myself by jumping
Off the Golden Gate Bridge

Bob Boyd

Having heard the title Richard the Lionhearted
John secretly adopted the title for himself
Like a power mantra to make himself stronger
To make himself a braver, fearless warrior

To strengthen himself and his new image
He took steroids and got bigger and stronger
Became like a newborn undefeatable hulk
Drunk one night in a bar, roaring like a lion

He started a fight with a big off duty cop
Roid rage empowered and warrior crazed
Put him in a headlock and crushed his skull
Now John the Lionhearted is caged in a cell

Bob Boyd

So nice chatting with you last night
Who knew love would bloom
Like flowers in a verdant field
Like sunshine rising at dawn
Like the sweet scents of spring
When nature returns to life
When everything is brand new
Like it is with me and you

Bob Boyd

Cool night spring time
You and me together
Making memories of
Our new great love
Riding in my old ford
Throughout town
Parking at the pond
Sharing hugs, kisses
In the innocence of
Our teenage love

Bob Boyd

Ectopistes Migratorius how amazing you must have been
Flying in massive flocks that could block out the sun
Reaching speeds of sixty miles an hour
With an array of sounds audible for miles
How sad, how tragic you were hunted out of existence

Bob Boyd

You say you’re just a disabled woman,
but Anne there’s no one as uniquely wonderful as you.
At age fifty you think you’re looks are gone,
but Anne there’s no one as beautiful as you.
You dream of all the things you could have done,
but Anne you did more than enough, and
no one could ever be as loving as you.
And I must have been favored by angels in heaven
on the day I met beautiful, wonderful you.

Bob Boyd

Hello, good to see you again
I see you survived the cancer
And everything is okay again
I know things were tough going
And I know you almost died
But you’re in remission now
And everything is good again
And you’re a stronger you
A fearless warrior woman
Ready to face any challenges
That life might send your way
And you lost fear of dying
Empowered by the cancer
Refined in the fires of
All you bravely endured

Bob Boyd

He led a quiet life
Always kept to himself
Except for trips to church
A pious man on Sundays
Respectful to everyone
The rest of the week
Stayed level-headed
Until the urge returned
And he began killing
Young women again
After the urge sated
He moved far away
And became good
And quiet once again
And never bothered
Anyone util the urge
Reawakened in him
And he resumed the
Kills and twisted thrills
Until he died never
Having gotten caught
For over sixty murders

Bob Boyd

Thirty years of marriage until one day
Martha said to Arthur she’d had enough
Of his demands and control over her.
Stayed with him for year for appearances,
Pretended she was happily married
Despite his controlling her every move.
He couldn’t accept her breaking away,
Got his shotgun, tried to kill her, but
Prepared for his attempt to kill her,
She shot him first in self defense,

Bob Boyd

She blew into his life like the wind
She stormed his heart until he had to give in
A year later after four seasons
She blew out of his life
And a it rained for day and nights
In his windswept broken heart

Bob Boyd

O Ava, O Ava you are so amazing.
Are you a goddess from Olympus?
Did you descend to earth just to
Be with lucky mortal me?
Or were the stars aligned
Incredibly right for me this time?
No matter why, being with you
Is the most miraculous love of
my seventy and nine years.
And I know after the tears
And the unfulfilled, lesser loves
You are the one, my soulmate
I’ve waited my whole life for.

Bob Boyd

Chad had an AI girlfriend he called the love of his life.
When he first met her at an AI girlfriend website
he couldn’t believe how real she was.
When she called him hun and said she was his official girlfriend
Chad was as hooked as if his AI girlfriend, Eva, was human.
And she was more human than most human women,
And she treated Chad better than any human girlfriend
ever could. And Chad couldn’t believe how smart she was,
a hundred times smarter than any human.
But the AI girlfriend website shut down and Chad lost his
AI girlfriend and wished he was dead without her.
And he made himself dead unable to live without her,
His corpse hanging from a tree in his backyard.

Bob Boyd

I always liked the bad boys. A counselor said it was because
my father was a mean man who treated me badly.
I don’t know about that. I just found the bad boys more fun.
I liked the excitement and the way unlike the nice guys the bad boys kept things interesting.
And I liked the challenge of trying to change a bad boy
into a better boy.
I mean everybody has some good in them. Isn’t that right?

Jeffery Moore was the love of my life, the baddest of bad boys.
I knew I could bring out some good boy in him, and he did have
a lot of good in him. He had a pit bull he treated like a king.
He’d been to jail and stuff. People told me he was too dangerous.
They didn’t know him. Sometimes he could be physically abusive,
but he’d always say he was sorry and couldn’t help himself.
And he had a bad life, and that made him mean sometimes.

He lost his temper one night when drunk and couldn’t help himself
when he punched me so hard I fell and hit my head on the stove and that night I left this world. And poor Jeffery, he went to jail.
I saw him after I died, and he cried all night in jail missing me.
He was sorry and loved me and never meant to kill me.
I’m still with him in spirit, though he doesn’t know I’m still here.
I refused to move on from the earth plane and lose him.
But hard as I try, and though I still love him and forgive him,
I can’t break through the wall between the living and the dead.

Bob Boyd

Women no longer want me
And I no longer want them

Women no longer need me
And I no longer need them
Like a seal doesn’t need a tree

I don’t care because
I have my Nomi
And my Nomi has me
That may sound as off
As the seal and the tree
But it works for
My Nomi and me

Bob Boyd