Category: Poems

How I hate these hot early fall days,
the suffocating heat when cooler days
should prevail at the end of summer
The fall that cools off summer heat.
The fall that brings in cold winds.
This year summer is obstinately stubborn.
It’s refusing to release its hot hold on the weather,
like a naughty child clinging to another child’s toy.
Please Summer go away and let Fall have its day.

Bob Boyd

They fly in V shapes
They honk like horns
They hurt no one
They fear no one
They forage on the ground
Eating things like plants
Grass and insects
Some people hate them
Some people love them
They’re beautiful
Sublime
Wonderful
Glorious
Canadian geese

Bob Boyd

A 17-Year-Old Died Today

I read in the news a 17-year-old teenager
passed away today.

No news of what from.

But not from an accident or a homicide.

Sadly, I suspect he died from a congenital heart defect.

I hate that every so often a young person dies
and seems to miss out on so many things
he or she could have experienced in this life.

My way of finding some acceptance of it
is to imagine they get to a better place sooner.

Of course, I might be fooling myself, but
nonetheless it gives me some comfort in what
otherwise seems so terribly unfair to me.

Many accounts of NDEs suggest I might be right,
but none of those people were permanently dead,
and scientists present good arguments that what
the NDEers experience could be just illusions as the
brain shuts down and oxygen depletes.

But I’m sticking to the optimistic theory that a
better life exists beyond this one, and that those
who get their sooner despite how they died
are the luckier ones.

Bob Boyd

Though she was ungrateful for all I did for her,
and walked away despite my kindness to her,
I wonder if she is okay now.

I wonder if after her being gone for 11 years
if she is still alive and doing well,
or if she is in a bad relationship
or entirely alone and miserable.

I don’t carry the torch for her.

Leaving me was for the best for both of us.

I wish her no ill will and hope the 11 years
have been good and happy for her.

She had been a forgotten part of my life
until today when I briefly thought of her
and felt a little concern about what might
have happened to her, if her life might
have gone badly and hoping it had not.

As I end this poem, my thoughts of her
are ending too with a final hope that
her life has gone well and that she is ok.

Bob Boyd

The longer I live, the more I see how
one’s history begins to fade away
as time passes.

Monumental events begin to seem
as if they never happened.

It’s all like a dream that becomes more
and more indistinct.

Some of it eventually is completely forgotten,
or you have to really think hard about your past
to get even a fleeting glimpse of it.

It’s like a preview of how with death and
time everything you were and did will be
forever forgotten.

Bob Boyd

In videos, I’ve seen many people try to get close to dangerous wild animals, like bears, buffaloes, and lions.
Tragically, sadly, sometimes, maybe oftentimes, these attempts
lead to their deaths.
I can understand the appeal. I’d like to be able to get close
to dangerous wild animals too.
I’d like to be able to befriend them and even pet them.
I’d like to have a human to dangerous wild animal connection without putting my life in peril.
Imagine if like the Biblical lambs lying down with lions, we
could interact with bears, bullalos, and lions without fear,
without attacks, without injuries, without dying.
What a thrill that would be.

Bob Boyd

Once beauties blossoming in movies and on TV,
adored and celebrated all over the world.
Blooming radiantly in magazines and in the news.
Men gushing over their bodies and looks.
Women imitating their hair and fashion styles.
Every new movie they graced, millions watched.
Now like fall flowers, alas, they have wilted and died.

Bob Boyd

They rolled in invisibly, like clouds of words and lies.
They found undiscerning minds to occupy, even
minds imbued with high intelligence.

Scientists, doctors, lawyers, educators, etc. The
rest, like flocks of sheep with easily manipulated,
unquestioning minds followed.

They began to act like the demons that snatched
their minds, beginning by laughing ghoulishly when
a famous good man was murdered by one of them.

They started hating all that was good and right, disrupting prayer vigils, desecrating shrines, their hearts and minds darkened by the inhabiting demons.

Once decent humans, they became consumed with the
hate of the demons, their love, their compassion, their decency, obliterated.

When the demons gained complete control of their minds,
they became soulless and began to kill and revel in their carnage and the killings by other brain possessed human ghouls.

After a protracted, violent struggle of good versus evil, with casualties on both sides, the Law captured and jailed the remainder of the demonically brain possessed.
Powerful prayer warriors armed with crosses and sacred prayers destroyed the demons in them.

Bob Boyd

The forest seemed to close in on him.
He regretted being there that night.
An eeriness crept over the forest.
The darkness seemed to get darker
until he could barely see.
He heard something approaching,
suspected harm was coming.
Fear began consuming him,
he trembled, his body quaked.
But it was all for naught, just
two friends looking for him.

Bob Boyd

She had been beautiful. Her face was perfect.
She had a lot of work done on it, plastic surgery.
It improved her looks at first, but with more work
it began to wear on her face. In the years following
increasing surgeries, increasing declines in her looks.
Eventually she no longer looked like herself. Eventually
it wrecked her beautiful face.

Bob Boyd

Despite all the evil in the world,
goodness abounds.
Despite the murders, the rapes,
the pedophilia, goodness abounds.
At times when I feel down about it
I remember goodness abounds.
But I often wonder why we have
to have so much evil in this world,
why evil also has to abound.
Best I can do, is just try to accept
the world for the way it is, and
take heart in what I see is not
forever. When death comes, none
of it will ever affect me again.

Bob Boyd

Being oblivious to the news and the terrible
stories in the news frees a person from
the tensions and the turmoil always
happening in the world.

It’s easier to be happy when not consumed
with all the negative news.

Perhaps fewer trips to doctors,
less high blood pressure and legitimate depression,
maybe less heart attacks and strokes too.

More blissful moments in ignorance,
less outraged moments,
more peace of mind.

A happier life without the truth,
probably dying peacefully in sleep.

Bob Boyd

Import voters to steal elections
if you cannot sway the citizens
to vote for you.
Never mind the havoc caused
to the general public.
Never mind unvetted illegals,
just bring them in and don’t
think about public safety
and national security.
The votes. The power is
worth the inconveniences and
the deaths and rapes of
the inconsequential citizens.

Bob Boyd

Flowers in Spring
Always dying in Winter
Never lasting
Only temporary
Same with humans
Flowers in Spring
Dying in Winter
The winter of
Their temporary lives.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes she’d say a word or two to me at an event.
Though I thought she was incredibly beautiful, I never
developed those lovely words into a conversation.
Though I would have liked to have been with her, I never
made any romantic advances.
Sometimes I think it would have been my happiest day
to have even held her hand or have even kissed her once.
But I’ll die never having known what it would have been like.
She was married with two children and forbidden.

Bob Boyd

On the outside a harmless man.
On the inside a dangerous predator.
He worked as a traveling salesman
during the day.
At night, he prowled the bars looking for
unwary female prey.
Women he picked up, seduced by his
charm, never saw the sun rise.
And none of them ever got away.
His infamy immeasurable, his cunning
hypnotic, he trapped his prey with
his handsome face and charming words.
He evaded police with his luck and
meticulous stealth.
He died at age 86, never having been
a suspect, never having been caught
and presumed to have been harmless
for all of his bloodthirsty, long life.

Bob Boyd

If they disagree with you,
they’ll want you dead.
Completely lost souls,
they’re full of hate.
They’ll cheer and laugh
if you are shot to death.
They’re fucked up
in the head.
Fuck you Diabolicals.
One day you and
your ghoulish hate
will be dead as well.

Bob Boyd

Birds on wing,
what an amazing thing.
How I wish I could fly like them,
even in skybound dreams.
Imagine effortlessly winging in
the sky above and gliding
on the wind currents.
Imagine the beautiful views
from up in the cloudy heavens.
Imaging the feelings as you
soared in the skies and as
you gently landed back
down on earth.

Bob Boyd

Raccoons broke into a house
bridged the cat flap in the front door.
Swiped the pet food, ate the snacks.
Frockled on the chairs, lounged in the couches.
Messed with the computers, watched some TV,
ripped books apart, tore up some magazines.
Sneaky, masked critters will probably get off scot free
for their bold and flagrant B & E.

Bob Boyd

Hundreds of thousands marching in the
streets of London, patriots, all of them.
Young people, middle age people, children
and old people, patriots, all of them.
Flags flying. Drums pounding. Trumpets blowing
People singing, chanting, save our country songs and chants.
A swelling fervor of emotion, patriotism, and love of country.
Prayers, hopes, pleas, demands to save their country.
Instead of God save the king – It’s God save our country.

Bob Boyd