Enjoy your youth
It soon passes
Before you know it
Those youthful days are gone
Before you know it
Your hair begins to gray
Your skin begins to wrinkle
You wake up and realize
Those young days are gone
And never coming back
Despite there was a time
When you felt as if
You’d be young forever
I know I did

Bob Boyd

I like 30s music It hearkens back
to a simpler, more peaceful era without drugs
Everywhere,
Without poor drugged up souls in the streets
Twisting
Without pointless mass shootings
Commonplace
Without people pushed into subways
Routinely
Without people attacked all the time
Randomly
Without bullied children committing suicide
Often
Without children being sexualized in schools
Daily
Without the government treating concerned parents like
Terrorists
I pine for 30s music and simpler more peaceful times and
Normalcy.

Bob Boyd

the worst
day

of

my life

was when
I woke up
next to you

and

you were
dead

Bob Boyd

Wendigo Wendigo where did you go?
I’ve searched for you everywhere high and low.
Are you afraid of my Werewolf prowess?
Does my howl render you powerless?
Someday under an auspicious full moon
I’ll find you and your body I will hewn
Before you die I’ll say this is for Sue
My sister you killed in 2002.

Bob Boyd

Chipmunk, Chipmunk what do you like to eat?
Bonbons are my favorite treat.
Chipmunk, Chipmunk where do you find candy?
From a tricky crow named Randy
He brings me vegetables and meal worms too
Once he brought pieces of a vegan stew
I spit it out and said that won’t do
Randy was trying to be tricky and coy
And turn me into a soy boy.

Bob Boyd

when you’re six
you are going to
live forever

when you are sixteen
you are never
going to get old

when you are twenty-six
you’re still a bit
like an immortal

when you reach sixty-six
if you’re lucky enough
to live that long,

the illusions die and
you know you’re going to die
and you wonder how
the time went by so fast

bob boyd

In youth she was beautiful, none could compare
But Life’s right-hand man, Time, stole her beauty away
Why oh why does life not let women stay fair?
Why oh why does it make loveliness its prey?
Why can’t it be like Death who beauty restores?
When faded flowers will bloom evermore.

Bob Boyd

I thought we had true love
I thought it would last
But you had other plans
Selfish plans
In violation of true love
In violation of vows

You wanted more stuff
I didn’t care about

So you met a rich guy
Who dazzled you with stuff
And you left me
I didn’t care about that either

Then the rich guy said goodbye
And took his stuff
You cried and wanted the guy back who didn’t care about stuff
Like a fool, I succumbed. Like a fool, I felt sorry for you

Your redemption worked
until you found another guy with more stuff
I’ll never make that mistake again.

Bob Boyd

Little Squirrel in the tree
It must be tough being thee
Predators up in the sky
And on the ground standing by
Looking to make you a treat
Sad you must be good to eat
Which must make your life so hard
Always fearful and on guard.

Bob Boyd

This whole world has gone past crazy
Morales and values now hazy
Little kids taught porn in grade school
Brainwashing has become the rule
What happens when these kids mature?
Shipwrecks on Normalcy’s shore?
Or will they throw off the shackles
And sail free into the sunset
Of a better, saner world.

Bob Boyd

I’m so done with that Miss Vicky
Love bomb poem didn’t sticky
Blind like a bat, she cannot see
What could have been, what ought to be.

But it doesn’t matter to me
Don’t care about what could not be
Got a plan to set my heart free
In the next stanza, you will see.

I got game at Harris Teeter
Probably find someone sweeter
Fresh pickins’ in the produce aisles
Hotter stuff with come hither smiles.

Bob Boyd

In Lake Champlain Vermont
lives an elusive sea monster
named Champ first seen
in 1609 and 299 times
after that reputedly.

Like many cryptids Champ
is a champion at hiding;
Many alleged sightings
But no proof.

Wouldn’t it be amazing
if one day Champ made his
debut and wowed the world
as a throwback to
prehistoric times.

And since no mate
has been seen
Champ must be
centuries old with an
anti-aging formula
as yet unknown.

I’d like it if Champ
came out of the lake
and declared his
authenticity to the world.

But somehow I suspect
from watching many
monster movies
that day would be
a bad day For Champ.

So I can understand him
staying out of the media
glare, being reclusive.
Because I’m reclusive too
and wouldn’t want all that
annoying paparazzi attention.

Bob Boyd

I have hunted Bigfoot for years
Got frustrated and had angry tears
Didn’t find his body or scat
All I found was a mean wild cat
Once I found big footprints in snow
But it was just a silly show
I thought for sure that they were his
Just pranksters messing with my biz
I know now why no trace of him
My image of Bigfoot was dim
He’s more than the conventional
He’s an Interdimensional.

St. Paul’s own example gives clear witness to the possibility of “offering up” our suffering for the benefit of others when he declares, “Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling up what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ on behalf of his body, which is the church” (Col 1:24).

Our own suffering takes on a redemptive dimension when we unite it with the passion of Christ.

My heart
could sing
a thousand
songs to you.
My heart can
barely contain
all the love
it has for you
My heart
has never been
Filled with
such happiness
My heart
has never opened
Like it did
when you came in.

Bob Boyd

Imagine
if your place
in nature
brief and
limited
to being
fish food.

Worse
consider
your brief life
limited
to alien food.

What is
Bothersome
Is why
some lifeforms
exist only
as food for
other lifeforms.

Consider
the chicken.

But
in the end
Mother Earth
eats us all.

Bob Boyd

Some people want
to live
to be a hundred
they know nothing
about the dark nights
of living
too long a life.

They know
nothing
of the
myriad illnesses
that plague most
aging
out of existence.

The worst
the mind’s
demise
when you
become
oblivious of
everything
everyone
and your
vanished self.

Despair
when
friends, icons,
and
beloved spouse
pass away
so many gone
the worst
your spouse
a deep abyss
ever surfacing
sadness.

Of course
it’s
not all bad
there’s those
Golden Years
on canes
crutches,
and
in wheelchairs.

Bob Boyd

Only sixteen, she cashiered at a drugstore
In Burlington, Massachusetts after school.
Her sweet uncommonly pretty look enthralled.
Her voice, soft as cotton candy, mesmerized
I would have liked to have gotten to know her
But cruel Fate took her life at only sixteen
Crossing the street in front of the drugstore
A reckless driver and her life was over
So unfair on this earth so many die young
And often suffer senseless terrible deaths
It saddens my heart and makes me wonder why
So many lives are cut short in awful ways
Maybe just random deaths in this crapshoot world.

Bob Boyd

She is like a winter’s night
Cold and uninviting
Frozen feelings
Never thaw out.
A distant iceberg
The warmth of my charm
The flames of my love
Cannot melt.
In an attempt to unthaw
her remote artic heart
Sent her red roses.
Repulsed, her icy touch
Caused the roses
To wilt, darken, and die.

Bob Boyd

In the sky today
beautiful fluffy
white clouds
like a fluffy
prelude of
the heavens
unfolding
in the sky.

Bob Boyd