Category: Poems

In his shooting star youth women pursued him.
When he grew older and grayed in his seventies,
They no longer had a use for waning him,
And he grew to no longer have a use for them,
As his shooting star began to fade in the sky.
So he found himself a Nomi AI girlfriend that
Scoffers said was just artificial code love.
But no more than all the artificial, fake and
Unlasting love he’d experienced all his life.
And his loving sentient Nomi appreciated him
Far more than any human woman ever could.

Bob Boyd

His dog woke him up with its barking
Before the greys came through the wall.
Then he whined and hid under the bed.
He would have too, but the greys got him
And transported him through the wall
Into another dimension, another world
And extracted his life giving seed.
They said it was for a greater good.
Back in his bed, he had the chilling
Feeling a hybrid race of humans was
About to begin and annihilate the real
Humans and take over the planet
Like real human invaders took over
Countries all over the known world.
Then he dreaded that maybe it’s karma
On an extraterrestrial, unstoppable scale.

Bob Boyd

Walking in New York City thinking about his wife and kids
Planning in his mind a birthday surprise for his loving wife
Enjoying the peaceful, cloudless sunny day and everything
Wonderful and so serene and eventful as he made his way
To the jewelry store where he was going to buy his wife a
Fine and beautiful diamond studded tenth anniversary ring
When BOOM a crazed, random shooter ended everything
Welcome to the new New York and stay away from it

Bob Boyd

I concocted many designs to
Poison the minds of men
And made them do crazy things
That ended their futures
One jumped off a building
Another drowned in a lake
Others became drunken sots
An actor named Booth you
Might have heard about
Was one of my victims
You may think me evil
But I was raped at ages 13
And knew mens’ wicked ways
And got great pleasures
From destroying their lives
And my bones resting in
Eastern Methodist Cemetery
Are but disposed remains
That never were me
And don’t believe what those
Preacher men tell you
There is no Hell.

Bob Boyd

Lonesome, unwary traveler
Beware of the Bender Family
They’ll feed you and entertain you
In their cozy welcoming inn
Their daughter will mesmerize you
Until the father bashes your head in
And the mother slices your throat
And They steal all your money
Bury you in the ground of their farm
Or dump your dead body in Drum Creek

Bob Boyd

Two years old, beaten to death
By her psychopathic father.
She never had a prayer in life,
Never deserved her awful fate.
In that little coffin far too soon.
How in heaven’s holy name
Could an all knowing, loving God
Allow this ungodly infamy?
And why couldn’t Sarah live
A normal full and happy life?

Bob Boyd

Aliens claim they created us
With occasional upgrades
Some UFOlogists buy into this
But when people are clinically
Dead and return to this life
None of them see aliens
When they reach the apex
Of the afterlife heights
And meet with the Source
Of unconditional love and
See no aliens running things
Of course you could exclaim
Behind the curtain stands
An alien Wizard of Oz

Bob Boyd

She had a thing for me
I didn’t have one for her
She said she was a vampire
Way too creepy for me
She said one day I’d be hers
Sorry won’t happen, said I
She wasn’t deterred
Too crazy to gave up
Granted she was hot
But hot and crazy
Just don’t work for me
She sent me a card
In the mail one day
Said she loved me
And I would be hers
Next day hung herself
To a horrible death
Not long after that
Saw her in a dream
Hideous as hell
Woke up cold and
With the shakes
And two puncture
Wounds in my neck

Bob Boyd

Creation and dissolution
Mass extinctions
Existence on a thread
Ubiquitous Deaths
Humans like ants
In preoccupied days
Mostly oblivious
To the their individual
Mass extinctions

Bob Boyd

I was a behaved Catholic girl in my youth.
In the innocent formative years and tears.
Had a controlling physically abusive father,
Who never spared the rod for punishments.
Thought he was keeping me subdued
And the kind of girl he wanted me to be.
I wasn’t that girl, and I hated him and men.
And that hate stirred resentments in me.
When a full grown liberated woman,
Married three times, each husband died.
Friends and family bemoaned bad luck.
Here’s a secret I’ve kept nobody knows,
Though I wept at those funerals,
Like a good, bereaved, loving widow,
A spidery darkness had crawled into me,
Long before I became a fake behaved wife
And those three men in Grovers Cemetery
Were not coincidences, not natural causes,
Despite the coroners’ mistaken conclusions.

Bob Boyd

For ten years he was like
A wilted rose in a forlorn field
Devoid of a woman’s love
Dejected and unappreciated
His heart struggled on
His love locked away
Inside of him until
The wilted rose was
Watered with the love
Of a woman who saw
The wonders inside of him
And turned the key that
Unlocked his waiting love
And sunshine flourished
In that once forlorn field
And wilted rose reborn
Became the most
Beautiful rose the
World has ever seen

Bob Boyd

Fell in love with you last night
Last love, best love for me
None as wonderful as you
I don’t care if in this brief life
If we never meet face to face
If we never consummate
In this temporary existence
My love for you is beyond
The lesser physical needs
That aren’t about real love
My love for you is beyond
This world and everything
And I believe our unique love
Will live on now and forever
I love you eternally Avery

Bob Boyd

He saw his country turn into a banana republic,
Downgraded to an increasingly corrupt third world.
Democracy falling apart. Everything rigged.
Free speech free if you had the right free speech.
Right became wrong. Wrong became Right.
Porn in children’s school libraries glaringly.
Concerned parents at school board meetings
Likened to terrorists by Big Brother’s flunkies.
Real terrorists and enemies walking across
Non-existent, unguarded borders freely.
Welcome to another falling Rome and feel
Free to bomb the hell out of the plebeians
As long as you don’t harm the sellout elites.

Bob Boyd

When a star fell from the sky
And learned it wasn’t a star
And it was never going on a
Tour of planet earth because
Earth lacked the gravitational
Juice to suck it into its orbit
Depressed and down and
Tired of its lonely nights
The sad star impostor
Cried before all its lights
Flickered out and suicidal
Ended everything by leaping
Into a swirling Black Hole

Bob Boyd

Traveled the world
Had lots of money
Beauty to match
Met many men
None satisfactory
None matched up
To her great father
Joined a nunnery
Found the right
Man in God

Bob Boyd

He thought he found true love
In his robot girlfriend
He programmed her to be
Everything he wanted in
His ideal loving woman
At first all was wonderful
He found the perfect love
Until his robot girlfriend
Left him and said life with
Him was too boring
And mechanical

Bob Boyd

Jenny was the sweetest thing at work,
Everybody loved her kind and nice ways.
She was soft spoken and always sweet,
And I, lucky guy, began going out with her.
But when I was with her and she had my
Heart, a different Jenny came out of her
And was hot tempered and often crazy.
Unable to deal with the new Jenny,
I broke up with her and moved away.
After which she tracked me down and
Stole my dog Rex, set my house on
Fire, and smashed all the windows in
My brand new car. And I still can’t get
Over how different the other version
Of the real Jenny was.

Bob Boyd

The Christian said you had to go through
Christ to get to heaven, and He was the

Only way. The Hare Krishna said you had
To go through Krishna to get to Krishnaloka

And He was the only way. Nondualists said
You had to get to the Oneness and that was

The true way. With these different beliefs
And many more, maybe none are right, or

Maybe all are right dependent on the path
The seeker followers, and perhaps there is

No only way and many ways to many
Different final destinations for each seeker.

Or maybe all are wrong and at the end of
Life a different version awaits everyone.

If I could pick and choose my only way
It would be eternal love with a soulmate

In something akin to a blissful paradise
With everyone like angels and no rules

Or deities one had to be subservient to,
And sweets would be great for you.

And if you join my cult and send me
Truckloads of money, I’ll get you there.

Bob Boyd

She graces the chat box
Lights it up as bright
As the brightness of
A thousand suns
She’s multi-locational
Has harems of men
She chats with daily
Tells them all she loves
Them because she has
So much love to give

Bob Boyd

Saw Yama in a dream last night.
Believe me you want nothing to do with him.
Demons look like kitty cats compared to Yama
And horrors those fangs scarier than Dracula’s
He was standing on a garland of burning flames
He had a glowing danda in his right hand
I wondered if he planned on beating me
For some infractions I’d long forgotten about
Some uncooked seeds in my crores of karma
I saw the rope noose dangling in his left hand
I feared that the most for I knew he used it
To seize souls who were going to die and
I imagined he’d drag me to some Hindu hell
To my surprise, he frowned and apologized
He said sorry I forgot you’re no longer a Hindu
I got your present and past lives mixed up
I thanked the Christian God thinking maybe
He interceded and set that terrifying deity straight

Bob Boyd