Category: Poems

Sometimes I wish the sexual impulse
wasn’t so prominent in my species

when I think of all the harmful excesses
rape, pedophilia, sexual harassment, etc

unwanted babies, couplings based
on sexual gratification devoid of love

men relentlessly tormented by the impulse
the need for release constant, unremitting

some have made irreversible mistakes
because of its control over them

if only the impulse could be less domineering
and only aroused for real love and procreation.

Bob Boyd

Crowds of people in Newcastle, England
roaming the streets tonight

some are lovely young women dressed alluringly
some are young men looking to meet them

one man is like a zombie, barely conscious, standing
on a sidewalk weaving like a reed in a gentle wind

he’s completely drugged out, reminds me of the people
on the streets of Kensington, Avenue, PA

a lost soul drowning in the sea of Newcastle people
the police approach him presumably to help him

hopefully in a hospital, not in a prison cell
which might be a chance to save this terribly lost soul.

Bob Boyd

I believe based on many NDE reports
from people who have been
clinically dead

that when you die, instead of being
in the ground
you are really above it

I don’t mean the body
you probably identify with when
embodied

I mean your consciousness,
that I believe separates from your body

when its lights go out, and your eyes
close to the impermanence of this world

I see this as the awakening of a lifetime
something to look forward to

rather than to fear and dread
and I see death not as a foe

but as a friend who ushers you out
of this world full of uncertainties and tears

into a better world free of the suffering
immediately or eventually full of unconditional love

and, if needed, a school for souls to evolve
to the higher more blissful, unconditional love

and if you have a morbid fear of death
I’d suggest reading about NDEs

or listening to them on YouTube
which may give you a more positive

take on transitioning
from this transitory existence

as well as some comfort if any of your loved
ones have already left this world

it worked for me, it might work for you.

Bob Boyd

On a website about the 10
most dangerous dog breeds

pit bulls were designated as number 1
that’s not by chance

it’s a breed involved in many attacks
and some deadly maulings

but here’s a redeeming news article:

a toddler who wandered far from her home
a frightening scenario

was followed and protected by
the family’s pit bull until she was found

nice to hear of some good PR
about a dog that usually when

in the news the breed is attacking
or killing people

it makes me wonder if
one day there will be a way

to turn all pit bulls into protectors
instead of predators.

Bob Boyd

Many people allegedly abducted by aliens
report they came through the walls of their homes

and supposedly they take the abductees
through the walls to their UFO laboratories

I find that mind bending, maybe you do too
if these abductions are legitimate

there’s more to these otherworldly accounts
aliens extracting men’s semen and women’s eggs

the reason, it is believed, is for the manufacturing
of human alien hybrids

one alleged abductee claimed he saw what looked
like humans upright in tall tubes

what to make of this I do not know
except the more you delve into these matters

the deeper you go into the rabbit hole.

Bob Boyd

I know what you’re thinking
I had to be slightly deranged
to watch a movie like that

but hold on, take heart
it has a 6.4 rating on the IMDB
which is decent, as you might know
and it’s not about blood and guts
or slicing and dicing
it’s a psychological thriller
about a guy whose eyes
have the right amount of crazy
to properly represent derangement

he’s a mama’s boy who goes crazy
when his mother dies

and when he’s about to be
making the beast with two backs
with a more than willing woman

his dead mother springs to life
comes back from the dead
in his deranged head
tells him the tramp is sinful
and he must kill her
which mama’s boy that he is
he dutifully does

fortunately, the movie spares you
the gore, but you know what
he’s done for mama

he has a stash of their corpses
in his house sitting at his kitchen table

I see an actress in the movie
named Miki Moore
who plays a waitress named Mary
she’s looking good back in 74
I find myself a bit taken with her
despite the fact the her of her in 74
is no longer the her of her today
if she’s even still living

in one scene her car has flat tires
flattened by the deranged son of
the dead mother to entrap her
when she finishes work

he talks her into accompanying him
to his house where he says he has
spare tires and will put them on
her car for free

she waits for him in his car outside
his house while he pretends he’s
going inside to get the tires

but he doesn’t come out
even when she beeps the horn on his car

exasperated, she gets out of his car
and starts toward his house of horrors

although I’m fully cognizant that it’s
just a movie

inside my head I’m saying no … no …
don’t go in … don’t go in ….

as if I could telepathically save her from
her predestined, godawful fate

I’m that caught up in it, and I don’t want
to see Mary suffer such an
awful end to her life

but, alas, neither I nor God
and all his angels and saints
can save her at that point
Mary doesn’t have a prayer

even with Revered Green in the
Walking in Memphis song
who usually can help
“when you haven’t got a prayer”

Mary is a doomed woman
and my imagined telepathic thoughts
cannot save her

from the ravages that await her in that hell house
so I try to remotely view and rewrite the script

to save my beloved Mary
but even that imaginary power doesn’t work

and she succumbs to the derangement of the
deranged principle in Deranged 1974

and Mary is just another corpse
thank God it’s all just a movie.

Bob Boyd

P.S. I showed this poem to a friend,
and she thought I was that caught up
in the movie. She didn’t realize
I was kidding around and exaggerating
for the sake of some fun with the poem.

I Have Become the Savior of Ladybugs

In the last three days, two ladybugs
fell into my fish tanks

gasping for air, unable to swim to safety
I, all 6’1” of ectomorph me

heard the cries, heeded the call
reacted to the impending doom

and like a god from above the aquariums
compared to the size of the ladybugs

swooped down with a piece of paper
like a lifeboat for the drowning

saved their lives before they drowned
in the deep

or ended up as a fish-food gourmet treats
and I could hear the fish in the tank

exclaim Hail Bob Boyd
the Savior of the Lady Bugs!

Bob Boyd

Editing genes in embryos
Inserting DNA
in sperms, and eggs
a controversial process
supposedly banned
but not quite
seems some are
doing or trying it
maybe eugenics
at its worst
designer babies
for the rich
to me, something
seems terribly
wrong with this
like scientists
acting like gods
creating unnatural
gene tweaked babies.

Bob Boyd

How I love the the sweet
sound of a woman’s voice
but better than her voice
is the sound of her laughter.

Bob Boyd

I’m remembering your kisses under a summer’s sun
when I was just seventeen years old and so in love with you
few things in my life ever compared to those kisses
but thinking back, those kisses were bittersweet
when I think about how you cheated on me
and tears fell from my eyes under a desolate winter’s sun.

Bob Boyd

Trying to wake the hell up
night turned into early day
woke me up from a dream
with a nice young woman
showed her a curved knife
somebody had given me
don’t know who or why
but the knife was sharp
the talk with the woman
was exceptionally pleasant
woke up remembering how
nice it can be just talking
with an agreeable woman
almost made me want to
seek the company of one
until I regained my senses.

Bob Boyd

Jack and Jill hiked up a hill
Only one came down.
411 or something more wicked?
Jack claimed Jill disappeared,
Turned around and she was gone.
Police suspicious, searched everywhere
But never found Jill.
Everybody believed Jack
Murdered Jill –
They were having trouble
In their relationship.
Miraculously, a week later
Jill came down from the mountain
Babbling about aliens abducting her.

Bob Boyd

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner of a grocery store
eating a plum pie he ripped off from the bakery.
When he put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
and claimed he was a good boy,
Store Security caught the theft on a store security camera.
They hauled that bad boy, a 21-year-old repeat offender,
off to the pokey where he spent 30 days and then more
for stealing an inmate’s pumpkin pie.

When he was sprung from the pokey, he went back to
the grocery stores and stole six more pies
and had to appear before a judge in court.

Because the judge thought Jack Horner’s pie kleptomania was nuts,
instead of putting him back in the pokey, he sentenced him
to immediate counseling.

A year later Jack Honer was cured of pie stealing obsession.
And this might be only coincidental, but the grocery store
where Jack Honer stole all his pies from, now can’t
account for all the missing cookies.

Bob Boyd

“Georgy Porgy, pudding pie,
kissed the girls and made them cry.”

Georgy Porgy continued kissing girls
violating them with unwanted kisses
from childhood until an arrestable adult

became known as the neighborhood
masher, and all the girls avoided him
because of his non-consensual kisses

when he reached the legal age of 18
he non-consensually kissed a legal aide
she reported him to the police and Georgy
Porgy got arrested and fined 2,000 dollars

now Georgy Porgy sits in a coroner with
Jack Horner eating stolen Christmas pies
instead of stealing expensive kisses.

Bob Boyd

A standout athlete
a bodybuilder too
worked out like a
work horse

got built like one too
big and brawny
18 inch guns
curling 175 pounds

phenomenal physique
chemically enhanced
roids and whatever

a bloated big guy in
a bar probably drunk
called him a pussy

he knew he should
have ignored the guy
but he wanted to test
his enhanced muscle
power in a fight

knocked the guy out
with a single punch
got elated with the
easy win

now Charles Meeks
lies under a tombstone
in a grassy cemetery
knocked out a mafioso’s
son.

Bob Boyd

Michael met her in a dream
heartbreakingly beautiful
a body unimaginably perfect
telepathic I love yous
caresses he could feel
all over his etheric body
better than caresses
on his physical body
the perfect astral lover
his soulmate from beyond

he told his close friend James
about his new astral lover
James, lonely single man
envied Michael and wished
he had an astral lover too

a week later, Michael died
spontaneous combustion
the coroner said

now Michael’s ex is visiting
James in dreams, and James
thinks he’s lucked out
unknown to him he’ll be
scorched to dead too

his new perfect girlfriend
a demonic killer succubus.

Bob Boyd

Duncan goes to work
pounds holes in metal
on an assembly line
in a factory all day
never gets bored
best worker ever
replaced a human
named fast Eddy
who wasn’t fast
enough and cost
too much

now fast Eddy has
slowed down on
the unemployment
line

and his prospects
for another job
aren’t looking good
he’s flesh and bones
not the right type to
compete with the
robots at his old
job at the factory
or near anywhere
else these robot
dominated days.

Bob Boyd

I watch a lot of true crime shows
often good people get murdered
in deadly marriages

for example

a good guy who’s an upstanding citizen
and a Sunday School teacher
is married to a woman who is also
a member of the church and
volunteers for it

it seemed they have a loving marriage
together for years with two kids

the minister of the church, though married,
had a roving eye for women
behind his preaching and righteousness,
he’s chronically promiscuous

he eventually woos and beds the good guy’s
Christian wife, who seemed too proper
too good a wife for such unholy shenanigans

the good guy husband suspected the affair
but appeared to be talked out of his suspicions
by his wife and her minister paramour

not long after that, the good guy is dead,
shot in the head
the minister was the shooter,
the wife an accomplice, in on the plan
maybe the architect of it
told the minister she wished her husband was dead

insurance was the prize the wife wanted to win

but to her shock and outrage, the good guy
perhaps knowing for sure
his wife was cheating on him
changed his beneficiary to his kids instead
of her

the wife and the minister had been seeing each other
for ten years behind the good guy husband’s back
now they’re broken up and only seeing the bars
on their prison cells.

Bob Boyd

Oh how I wanted to move to Thailand
not for the women in the streets
outside the bars
or the drinking and the wild partying

not to be a sex tourist
far from those empty, carnal pleasures
except for the pleasures of
a one and only true love
and many are the exotically
beautiful Thai women

though not a Buddhist, I wanted to see
the Buddhist temples
and the Buddhist monks
and at that time I was interested in
Mauy Thai, would have loved to
have attended the fights
maybe I would have bought a
phra kruang amulet

never got there, went to the Philippines
instead
a beautiful Filipina changed my mind.

Bob Boyd

Age of Aquarius
yours truly was there
didn’t drop acid or trip out
on LSD or space out on drugs

never got to San Francisco
to meet the “gentle people there
with flowers in their hair”
but oh how I loved that song and still do

Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury
Jimi Hendricks, The Doors
California dreaming
peace and love
good vibes in the cosmic air

psychedelic music playing
in the background
free spirits everywhere
some freaking out
some finding themselves

loved the hopeful, Utopian visions
and the looks of the hippy women
never had one for a girlfriend
more’s the pity – maybe

loved the sixties vibe
but except for many
spiritual experiences
one with the
forever transformative
white light
bright like the sun,
and deep into Eastern Spirituality
I was mostly a straight arrow

didn’t curate the look, the beads
the freak flag (real long hair)

now the hippies are mostly gone
a few remnants still hanging on
hopelessly clinging
to the forsaken dream

neo hippies scattered here and there
but it’s just not the same
it seems superficial and unreal
the promise of peace and love
just isn’t there

the 60s Age of Aquarius has died out
Haight-Ashbury is no longer a hippie haven
and nobody’s California dreaming anymore.

Bob Boyd