Category: Poems

Melinda went to college to be a teacher,
though she got good grades, she put more
effort into partying and binge drinking.

She graduated with a 3.00 but a 4.00 in
partying and binge drinking.

Unknown to her, the cumulative effect of
all that binge drinking messed up her mind,
clouded her morality.

When she began teaching, she was like a
superstar, loved by her students, praised by
the principal and the senior teachers.

But because her mind was messed up
and her morality clouded from all that
binge drinking, she did something naughty
with one of her preteen students.

Now Melinda is no longer teaching;
she’s serving a five year prison sentence
for her inappropriate behavior with that
preteen student.

Bob Boyd

Ronny was an adventurous soul
as well as a daredevil.

He was also a born again Christian
who talked in tongues.

He was curious too, decided to attend
a Pentecostal snake handling

religious meeting deep in Kentucky
led by the famous Reverend Notts.

When the reverend handed him
a hissing rattler to hold,

Ronny caught up in the religious fervor,
grabbed it a little too tightly.

The rattler, angry as hell, bit Ronny on
the neck,

and Ronny saw blazing white light
bright as the sun.

Seconds later, Ronny passed out and died,
maybe he made it to heaven.

Bob Boyd

Her life has become miserable
she’s 67 years old and alone
she has no friends, only a
few distant relatives
her days are dismal
the tv shows she used to enjoy
seem mindless and dull
she wishes she were dead
with her husband of 30 years
who died a year ago today.

Bob Boyd

When he was 10,
30 was old.

When he was 30,
50 was old.

When he was 50
70 was old.

None of those numbers
really mattered when at
70 he was dead.

Bob Boyd

The rains pounded the earth
birds and animals took cover
humans as well
some with umbrellas
in the midst of the taking cover
the unfolding of umbrellas
the pounding rains
the earth sighed, enjoying
the long awaited shower.

Bob Boyd

to want to know
really know
firsthand

about the mysteries
the wonders
of the
Great Beyond

thus I welcome
Death

the usher
who will lead me
into the theater
of the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

A tender teenager who felt deprived of love
by his parents,

he yearned to find that love in a romantic
relationship.

At sixteen, he found that love in a beautiful
girl his age.

But as often happens with teenage love,
she left him for another.

The breakup was too much for his wounded
heart to bear.

He hung himself to death in his bedroom closet,
his need for love, his agony, no more.

Bob Boyd

His father made him a seaworthy toy boat.
He sailed it in the brook behind their house.
One day the toy boat got away from him.
It sailed through the brook to a river,
from the river to the sea, then to an ocean
and into the hands of a little boy in China.

Bob Boyd

She had an off-putting, weird personality;
she didn’t fit in with others.

She was that way all her life, never able
to get along with others,

always thought to be disagreeable and
unbearably weird.

It wasn’t her fault; it was the burden
she was born with.

Bob Boyd

Seeing an elderly couple falling in love
just isn’t the same as young people falling in love.

You don’t see many movies about old love,
like you do with young love.

But, I believe falling in love has the same highs for the elderly as for the young.

However, the sad part is, the effects of aging
can creep in, illnesses, death at any moment.

Possibly a dementia obliterating one of the
elderly lover’s minds ending their love.

To me, the worst is with death closing in when one suddenly dies, the horror, the heartache.

However, for the brave, the romantics, maybe elderly love is worth it despite the risks.

Bob Boyd

Jane, although educated, chose to be
a homemaker wife.

Some women derided her, a sellout
instead of a girl boss,

settling for being a Stepford wife,
subservient to a man.

I say, the girl bosses are no better
than homemaker Jane.

I say, her job is possibly even
more important,

raising her kids as well as she can
a stay at home mother

always there for her children,
never a conflict with a demanding career

Besides whether a woman choses a
career or being a homemaker

both are equal opportunities to live
fulfilling lives.

The problem is the economics, some
families need two incomes

to survive in this hustle bustle world,
to afford even bare necesities.

Bob Boyd

Up early every day foraging the ground
to make a living, his currency, his pay,
worms, insects, grubs and snails,
fruit in shrubs and trees.

Never a complaint, never a gripe,
always on time for work everyday.
Can’t afford to take any time off,
never a vacation.

A robin’s work is never done.

Bob Boyd

Since I began writing poetry
about two years ago
I hear words with the ears of a poet
words I didn’t really hear before

for example

when I read the word dromadaire today
I like the way it sounded
so I decided to write a poem with that word in it

inside the body of a dromadaire
a rare nanobody dwells
according to a recent study
that rare nanobody
might treat brain disorders
Alzheimer’s and others
who would have thought
a dromadaire roaming the desert sands
could have such a priceless treasure within him.

Bob Boyd

She got involved with him despite his rough ways;
she saw something fixable in him.
Though seemingly born a bad boy, she saw a spark of
goodness in him.
I can work with that, she said to herself. I can make him the
man he should be.
But woe upon woes, instead of her fixing him, he broke her.

Bob Boyd

I remember how she was the center of my universe
and my entire life revolved solely around her.
Now decades later, she’s barely a blur,
only a rarely remembered memory.
The years and the decades uprighted my senses
instead of keeping me unbalanced and
languishing over a lost love.

Bob Boyd

Some say they will be too advanced,
too evolved for violence and war.
It would be great if those somes were
absolutely right.
But what if if despite all their technological
advancements, they were born to war and kill.
What if instead of lovable, harmless ETs,
they were like cold blooded Klingons.

Bob Boyd

It is said it’s wise to plan for the future
to have the “nestegg” when you retire
from the workforce.

Some people are just not planners,
and the future is too far away for them
to consider.

And sometimes all the planning for the
coveted nestegg comes to nothing;
many die before they retire.

I know I’m not being prudent, but I like
people who live for today, and get as
much fun in this life as they can.

But, without question, the planners
who live long enough to retire are
for sure the wiser of the two.

No worries about becoming impoverished
in old age, instead a comfortable life
in their remaining years.

Bob Boyd

Got all A’s, made the honor roll,
participated in many
extracurricular activities
graduated and went to college
worked part time to pay tuition
in a fast food restaurant
pay was insufficient
sacrificed her morals
became a stripper instead
in a striptease club
for far better pay
the sleaze in the club
eventually infected her
got addicted to drugs
conned into doing porn
ten years later no degree
a walking dead
drug addict
homeless in the streets
prostituting
to feed her addiction.

Bob Boyd

humans are busy
sometimes impatient
to get things done
dreaming dreams,
building futures,
fighting wars
conquering others
in wars and business

the patient ground
has no dreams
builds no future
has no wars
isn’t in a hurry
to outlive humans
and consume
them all.

Bob Boyd

A while back I heard of a cryptid called Dogman,
head of a dog, body like a big, muscled up human’s.

At first I dismissed it as nonsense or the mischief
of pranksters.

But with minimal research, I learned there are
Dogman sightings all over the US.

I saw the locations on an Internet map; it looked
easily like well over a hundred sightings.

There’s even a North American Dogman Project
run by people with impressive credentials, one a scientist.

However, skeptics label Dogman sightings
as misidentifications, hoaxes, or mass delusion.

For now, I’m siding with the skeptics, but it sure makes
me wonder if any of those sightings could be real,

or if these cryptozoological wonders are not only
periodically here, but interdimensional as well.

Bob Boyd