Category: Poems

A mother and daughter killed by a falling tree in a park.

An elderly woman falls on her bathroom floor and dies.

A truck smashes into a driving instructor, and he dies in the ER.

A young woman gets pushed in front of a subway in NYC and is killed instantly.

A girl falls off a rambunctious, whining horse and loses her young life.

A random bullet in a driveby kills a little boy.

An iron worker falls off a tall building and is splattered to death on the concrete street.

A teenage football player dies of a heart attack after a game.

An old man taking a stroll in a big city is murdered by a knockout punch by a young thug.

Random deaths everyday everywhere. What’s the point of it all? Are those condoned by the powers that be – or are they just random events in an unpredictable, uncaring world?

Bob Boyd

The stars aren’t shining quite as bright tonight
For the irreplaceable Judy Smith has died.
Unknown to the world, known only to friends and family
A beacon of love to those who knew her.
Compassionate, kind and giving,
Noble, principled and inspiring,
She left a wonderful, quiet legacy in this world,
Unmatched by the well knowns and the attention seekers
Farewell Judy Smith. Heaven is lucky to have you.

Bob Boyd

She shows off her body on porn sites
And feels not a bit of guilt about it.
Makes loads of money paid by fools
And feels no shame about it.
The money is more important
Than her nonexistent morals,
Her soiled reputation.

She even brazenly brags
About all the money she makes
Revealing her intimate parts.
Maybe one day she’ll regret
How she cheapened herself.
But she loves the money,
And all the things she can buy
Way too much for any guilt
About how she has
Compromised herself.

Bob Boyd

Norma never needed a man.
Her career was more important,
And a man would get in the way
Of her climb up the corporate ladder,
Of her shattering the glass ceiling.
Many men asked her out
But her career was more important.
She attained an executive position,
Made a handsome six figure income.
At age fifty she began wanting a man
And bemoaned what she missed,
A family, a house, and children.
But men no longer desired her,
And they no longer asked her out.

Bob Boyd

Fireflies in summer nights
Flashing your mating lights
Like others in this creation
You seem to exist to mate
Solely to mass procreate
Probably you mate for life
Unlike more complicated
Human men and women
Many of whom separate
After they procreate
Their mating lights
Extinguished

Bob Boyd

He never wanted a common life.
He wanted to be noticed.
He wanted to be different.
He had work done on his face
To make him look like a demon.
He got more attention than he wanted
When he frightened a crazy man
Who saw him one foggy night
On a New York City street
The crazy man thought he was a demon
He yelled, “Get behind me Satan!”
He pulled out a knife and stabbed him
To death to send the demon back to hell.

Bob Boyd

She liked what he called the high life,
Designer clothes, overpriced restaurants, gourmet food.
He liked what she called the low life,
Low-cost clothes, fast food abominations, lackluster food.
She said with all the money you make with your auto dealership
Why can’t we have a fuller, richer life enjoying the finer things?
He said it’s best to live beneath your means;
You never know when a financial tragedy could strike.
She said but we have plenty of money in the stock market
As a buffer in case you’re so called financial tragedy strikes.

But that was right before the Great Depression
When all their stocks and the dealership were obliterated.
And she left him for a higher life with finer things
With an obscenely rich, dotty old man close to the grave
And inherited all his wealth when he finally died.
She spent it on a lavish lifestyle and a gaggle of gigolos
Until she became a lonely old lady when the money
And the gaggle of gigolo leeches were gone.
She spent her final penniless years in tearful distress,
Alone, depressed, and trapped in a destitute low life till she died.

Bob Boyd

She labors everyday at the can factory
Boring repetitive mind-numbing work
She daydreams of going to college
But there is no money and
She didn’t have the grades
Or the athletic ability
To get a scholarship
She feels her life is going nowhere
And daydreams of a romantic prince
Like the ones she reads about
In all those romantic books
To resurrect her love and her life
But she’s too emotionally damaged
And chronically heartbroken
From failed romances
From less than princely men
To ever try to find love again

Bob Boyd

She liked her peace
She liked her quiet
But she longed for love
She went to a bar
Seeking a prince
Instead she found
A drunken lush
Who destroyed
Her peace
And her quiet
But she stays
With him
Endures the chaos
And the racket
Because
Even after
Six miserable and
Tempestuous years
She stills thinks she
Can change him
Like changing
A gobbling turkey into
Into a screaming eagle

Bob Boyd

She saw her country losing its glory.
She saw her country going down.
Bumbling idiots in charge destroying it.
Crooked politicians and fake news media.
Some of them calling to silence free speech.
The coffers spent dry on housing illegals
At the cost of the country’s citizens in need.
She pined for the good times of yesteryear
When things were saner and more normal.
But she knew those times were gone forever,
And she was at the end of her life.

Bob Boyd

When Jack and Jill came down from the hill
Where they had a frank discussion
They realized their relationship
had been just a fairy tale
And it wasn’t going to go anywhere
So Jack found a new girlfriend named Jocey
And Jill found a new boyfriend named Joe
And the couples went up the hill
And had a wonderful picnic
When they came down from the hill
Jack married Jocey
And Jill married Joe
And they lived happily ever after

Bob Boyd

Mary used to have a little lamb
But when she and the little lamb grew up
Mary had a husband
And the little lamb died
Now Mary sits in a divorce court
Wishing she had that little lamb back
Instead of an annoying ex husband
Who didn’t treat her right
And cheated on her

Bob Boyd

He met her on a dating app
Didn’t know she was a
Logic-lacking Leftist
Suffering from advanced
Trump Derangement Syndrome
She rabidly spewed her
Leftist nonsense on the date
Tired of her womansplaining
The biased spin and all the lies
The date didn’t last a minute

Bob Boyd

Everybody thought my older brother was the nicest guy.
They didn’t know he had a nefarious darker side.
He had weaned himself on gangster movies.
He always rooted for the bad guys and booed the cops.
His main ambition in life behind his charming persona
Was to be a made man in the Mafia.
He tried to sign up in big city Boston.
Was told because he wasn’t Italian he couldn’t join
But could be an associate if he “Make his bones”
By taking out a guy named Sal Marino on the North End.
The hit must have gone badly wrong because
I never saw my gangster wannabe brother again.

Bob Boyd

She loved going to park concerts to hear Celtic music.
She listened to it on the radio and on the internet.
I remember when she died suddenly at age sixty-six
While listening to Celtic music on the radio.
Coincidentally Auld lang Syne was playing
When she said goodbye to this mortal world.

Bob Boyd