She seemed like the sweetest woman ever
when he first met her and fell in love with her.
After a few months of marriage, she began to change.
At first the changes were subtle, slight signs of irritation.
But as if something demonic were devouring her core,
her sweetness began to be overlapped by angry outbursts.
In time many arguments and meanness ensued, and he
wondered whatever happened to the sweet woman he
married. He concluded she was like an actress who
played a part of a character she wasn’t to lure his love.
Now he wishes he could kill her because he knows she
will attempt to get as much alimony from him as she can
and try to ruin his reputation with false claims of abusive
when he finally rids himself of her in a divorce court.

Bob Boyd

The wind is blowing leaves on a tree
to and fro. It looks like the leaves are
enjoying the wind driven rides like
kids laughing and enjoying rides at a
carnival. I have to admit the way the
wind is shaking the leaves all about
it does look as if the shaking is fun.
I wonder if they enjoy a break in the
boredom of just hanging on the tree?
I know if I were a leaf, I’d love the
free rides the spirited wind provides.

Bob Boyd

I see you crickets in plastic containers
in pet stores seemingly thriving.
With free food and water, you might
think you’re living the good life,
that is if you have any cognizance.
Woe to you probably having no idea
you’ll soon be terrorized by lizards
who will kill you, who will devour you.
In a delusional way, I wish I could
save you all from such a tragic fate.
In a humane way, I wish all of you
could have lived free in nature.
But I guess you’d still get eaten
by some other hungry predator.
And you’re not exactly vegans
when you eat smaller insects.
I guess in this world that’s just how
things work; lifeforms eating other
lifeforms like humans eating chickens.

Bob Boyd

I read if humans died out
insects would still be thriving.
Imagine little bugs outliving
big humans in the long run.
Is this anything like the meek
inheriting the earth?
I don’t think that was the
Biblical meaning but imagine
if it came true one dismal day.
Spiders, cockroaches, ants
etc still in towns and cities.
Humans dead in the ground.

Bob Boyd

At age 16, he dove into a pool
and hit his head on the bottom.
Somehow he made it to the surface,
but was paralyzed from the waist down.
He spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Somehow he stayed cheerful and positive.
Never seemed to let his misfortune stop him.
Had a great job helping people for a living,
Attracted more women sitting in his wheelchair
Then I ever could standing on my feet.
He inspired me the way he led a great life
Despite his challenges with a lifelong disability.

Bob Boyd

Strong men grew weak at the sight of her,
a beautiful rising star in Hollywood.
Her beauty was incomparable, her voice
like a siren call.
Men came into her life like trains into a
train station.
She used them, tired of them; then
threw them away like old dish rags.
When her beauty faded due to old age,
and men no longer desired her, she
sank into a deep depression and felt
like killing herself.
She died at 77 in a nursing home,
alone, forgotten, and unloved.

Bob Boyd

He was clinically dead
and found himself in hell.
Demons, tortures, flames
of hell tormented him.
He returned to life
traumatized and scared.
He wondered why his
NDE was hellish instead
of the blissful ones
others had. NDE experts
determined he had projected
his hellish NDE from being
lectured about hell as a
child. Whatever the case,
he now fears death and
believes he may go to
hell again.

Bob Boyd

He had been a rich man in his time,
Accumulated billions of dollars,
Owned properties all over the world,
Lorded over thousands of workers,
Made them tremble with a look.
He died of a massive heart attack
After sixty seven years of living
Two hundred and twenty years ago.
Now he’s just bones in the ground
And few remember who he was,
His lording and his fortunes gone.

Bob Boyd

How I yearn for a peaceful life
beyond all the noise pollution.
I’ve come to think the only place
I’ll find it is beneath a headstone
in a quiet serene cemetery.

Bob Boyd

Corrupt politicians keep cropping up.
Jesus Christ what has happened to America?
Lies, cheating, fraud, more exposed crimes.
Laws for thee, not for crooked politicians.
Are we ever going to see any convictions?

Bob Boyd

People said Mark and Mary
fought like cats and dogs,
wondered why they stayed
together in their crazy marriage.
They stayed married all their lives
I guess for them love meant strife
without which there were no sparks,
without which love was just too dull.

Bob Boyd

He found himself in a curious world.
Luminous flowers, transparent spirits.
Telepathic communications, no words.
Feelings of bliss and heavenly peace.
Thought it was just a lucid dream
until he traveled back to his body and
learned he was actually dead.

Bob Boyd

Born to Raise Hell

He was trouble in kindergarten,
trouble in grade school as well.
The prognosis doesn’t look good.
He was worse in high school,
had to be removed for truancy
and irredeemable behavior.
Joined the Marines, found he
had a knack for military combat,
channeled his antisocial behavior
into fighting wars, came home a
hero, settled down with a wife
his irredeemable behavior fixed,
until his wife left him for another
man, went crazy and shot them
both to death. Vanished after that,
and to this day he has never
been found.

Bob Boyd

Perhaps the Absolute is
purely impersonal.
Why do I think this
might be?
I don’t think a personal
God would allow so
much evil, so much
injustice in this world.
140 women and girls
murdered daily.
About 53 people murdered
every hour.
Hundreds to thousands to
millions of children sex
trafficked yearly.
I cannot believe a loving
personal God would
allow that.
I can believe an impersonal
God would be impervious
to it.

Bob Boyd

As the sun rose
the vampires receded.
Another night’s respite
from the fears and
the horrors.
Another chance to
plan ways to rid
ourselves of the
vampiric menace.
But the vampires
kept increasing as
more of us were
drained of blood
and turned into them.
I wish this could have
been one of those
stories where evil
lost and good won.
But in the end we
had to flee the
land we loved and
the vampires won.
Now we fear we’ll
never be far enough
from them, as some
of them were our
kin, and we fear
they’ll come for us
no matter the seas,
the mountains, the
lands between us.

Bob Boyd

I’m less than a pinpoint in the vast outreaches
of space. I’m not of much significance as one
of the billions of humans on this planet. Even
if I had risen to international prominence, I hope
I could have the same realistic appraisal of my
existence and a realistic humility about my
insignificance in the grander scheme of
whatever is the unfathomable purpose of this
fleeting and unpredictable life. I have to remind
myself of that as a sort of reality check from
time to time, not that I get on a high horse
about myself, but sometimes I forget about
how insignificant humans are in the entirety
of this universe and this impermanent world.

Bob Boyd

Megagram prehistoric dragonfly,
lived about 300 million years ago.
A wing span of over 2 feet, giant eyes,
toothed mandibles, sharp legs.
About the size of an eagle, probably
fed on prey like frogs and fish.
Died out during a mass extinction
event, the Permanian Extinction.
Thank God we don’t have to deal
with these giant insects today.

Bob Boyd

Some people feed on chaos.
They eat it day and night.
It must be like an ambrosia
that riles them up and
makes them excitedly high.

It must be like coming down
from an addictive drug when
the clashes and the troubles
start to fade away until they
make or find some more
chaos to eat another day.

Bob Boyd

Hundreds British flags held high
in the streets of Manchester,
England. Patriots marching in
protest trying to save their country,
a beautiful sight. It’s 1984 in 2025
in Britain. People arrested for tweets.
Illegals keep pouring in, housed in
fancy hotels. Crime surging everywhere.
Many women and young girls raped.
Patriots marching in protest trying to
save their country. I hope it’s not too late.

Bob Boyd

I’d like to know precisely what happens to insects
when they die. Sure you can offhandedly say they
just die, but neither you nor I really know that for sure.
Imagine if reincarnation were true and insects
evolved into higher lifeforms. Imagine if once you
or I were merely insects before we rebirthed up
to our human lives with no knowledge of what
we had been or where we had been before this life.
But maybe you are one hundred percent correct.
Perhaps when insects die, they just die and nothing more.
I’d like to see more for them beyond this life.
I’d like to see them have more like humans want more
when they pass on from this impermanent life.
But with some matters maybe I’m too much of an optimist,
too much of a dreamer, too much hoping for happy endings for all.

Bob Boyd