Category: Poems

ungrateful

she never had any respect for my mind –
no appreciation for my intellect.

in the end before she left,
she no longer appreciated
my full and loving heart.

bob boyd

she just wanted a normal relationship
without a man mucking up her life.
she’d given men her best shot;
none of them ever worked out.
they lied, cheated, and failed her
despite her determined efforts
to make those relationships work.
after decades of lovelorn loves
she gave up at age seventy,
too fed up with the failings,
too fed up with irregular men.

bob boyd

born into a devout, catholic family,
he had divine religious advantages.
small wonder he was a devout kid
and knew one day he’d be a priest.
he received the body of Christ
in the Eucharist for twenty six years
before he became a catholic priest.

surrounded by all the catholic graces,
born to be a roman catholic priest,
how could he have gone so wrong
by molesting young, catholic boys?

he ended in prison, a convicted pedophile
in the other inmates glaring kill sights.

a dead man with a bullseye
on his once a pious priest back,
a year after his incarceration
he was murdered viciously in his cell
his legacy, a failed catholic priest.

bob boyd

they came through the walls,
reptilian-looking aliens,
a horrifying sight,
though only six-years-old
she was used to them.

they were her friends
and had empowered her
to be the next world leader.
she had the right intellect
and the finest implants
to be a young messiah
and win the world for them.

they charted out her path.
they cleared the way,
killed human obstacles
before they rose up.
the world was theirs
and she was one of them
inside the body of a little girl.

bob boyd

In high school girls called Mark ugly,
and he became less attractive when older,
too ugly for women to get a date he knew.
But when Mark won a million dollar lottery
suddenly, unexpectedly, he became handsome,
and beautiful women were all over him.
Funny how one’s fortunes can change
when it comes to one’s appearance to women.

Bob Boyd

I never wanted to know when I was going to die.
Now an old man, I wouldn’t mind knowing
since I’ve reached seventy and nine years
and don’t give a damn about dying.
If I knew the time and the hour,
I could do some crazy things
and some sane things before my demise.
I could spend all that I have in my bank account,
maybe on a train trip across the country and
other things I wouldn’t spend money on now.
I could gorge myself on all the forbidden foods,
more chocolate, ice cream and pastries.
I could go out having had a good and
uninhibited time.

Bob Boyd

this life seems like a luck of the draw
what you are born with
what you are born into
where you are born
whether you are born into peace
or born into turmoil
whether your parents are poor and starving
or rich and well fed
whether they are unkind and abusive
whether they are kind and caring
whether you are born into a first world country
or third world country
whether you are born with everything
or born with nothing
sometimes i think it all sucks
this luck of the draw
and those who get stuck
with the short straw
and i yearn for a shangri-la
where everyone is equal
and nobody suffers
i hope it exists in the life
after this one if we
are all lucky.

bob boyd

they fell from space all over the world
world leaders and scientists amazed
considered them gifts from benevolent aliens
never had more beautiful orchids been seen
never had any been more sweet smelling
until the orchids turned into lethal weapons
and sprayed poison all over the earth
the beautiful became ugly and wicked
their lingering poisons lasted for centuries
killed every living human all over the world

bob boyd

“enjoy the hell of your own making,” she said.
after she got mad at him for breaking up with her.
unknown to him, that hell meant more
than just being without her.
she had an aunt who was a black magic witch.
she paid her a lot of money for a horrific spell.
he began having terrifying, demonic nightmares,
after one of those horrifying, hellish nights
he woke up possessed and crazy.
killed himself by jumping off a bridge

bob boyd

drones flew over military bases
a number of times for days.
no one did anything about it.
by law they couldn’t blast
the drones out of the sky.
when the drones flew
over the bases again
unimpeded, unchallenged,
they blasted the bases
to bits.

bob boyd

A brilliant kid in high school, he got a scholarship to
an ivy league college. aced all the courses there.
graduated and came home radicalized, antisemitic, and woke.

Spent his ivy league degree on many crazy and violent protests,
graduated to a seven year jail sentence.
ivy league colleges aren’t what they used to be.
now recruitment grounds for future radicalized kids
who, though bright, buy into the radical, america-hating dogma
and are impressionable and lack common sense.

bob boyd

gentle people
we need more of them
never start any trouble
never try to intimidate others
never bully anyone
never cause a ruckus
the real salt of the earth
the good people
the peaceful ones
we need more of them
gentle people

bob Boyd

i sink into in my arm chair
sadness weighs me down
i don’t want to ever get up
i wish i could just die here

my veronica died last week
and she will never be again
and we will never be again
my life and my heart done

without her I have nothing
my whole world is gone
and I don’t know if I can
go on without her love

bob boyd

he told his wife aliens came into their home
and abducted him to their spaceship,
and put him in a tube standing upright.
extracted some of his essences out of him
for what he said he wasn’t really sure.
his wife thought he’d gone slightly insane;
she wondered if he needed to be evaluated
to see if his mental faculties were intact
until she saw the aliens manifest one night
and take her husband away forever.
now she’s a person of interest to the police,
and they think she should be evaluated
because of her insane story about aliens
being the cause of her missing husband.

bob boyd

she boasted about being a feminist.
she was overly vocal about causes
except when men began to invade
womens’ sports and dominate them.
i couldn’t believe she stayed mum
about that trampling of women’s rights,
about the losses of college scholarships,
and women getting injured by males.
i concluded she was a hypocrite,
and her feminist bravado rang hollow.

bob boyd