Category: Poems

In the summer of sixty-two
I protected and saved her
From that abusive monster
She foolishly fell in love with.
I put him where he deserved to be
Dead in the grave, finished forever.
But she testified against me,
Helped to put me in prison,
And found another monster
To use and batter her.
She wrote me in prison,
A tear-stained letter,
About her latest monster
And apologized to me.
I never wrote her back.

Bob Boyd

Loved the way you moved on the dance floor
When we were in our energetic twenties.
So young. So in love. So invincible. So forever.
There was nothing we couldn’t do,
No dreams we couldn’t dream.
We were going to stay young forever.
The dancing, the illusions and the dreams
All died when we turned a dismal seventy-two.
A terrible cancer took you away from me,
And I went out of my aged mind and died inside.

Bob Boyd

Married 30 years,
Different political affiliations.
Her a Democrat. Him a Republican.
All was well until she became woke
And was okay with open borders.
He tried to explain to her the evils
Of the open borders:
Sex trafficking many victims.
Fentanyl killing Americans.
South American gangs coming in
And causing widespread trouble.
Americans being raped and murdered.
Easy access for enemies of America.
He told her of all these infamous things.
Yet she refused to relinquish her support
For the cause of all these evils,
Too woke, too uncaring, and in denial.
He had to turn out the lights and say good night
To her and their marriage.

Bob Boyd

An old flame called him unexpectedly
40 years after they’d been together.
They were both 65 years old then.
Surprised and delighted to hear from her,
Hoping to rekindle that yesteryear love,
He excitedly agreed to meet her.

They met at a Brennen’s coffee shop,
Reminisced about good old times.
After they finished their coffees
And all the fond shared memories,
They left the coffee shop disappointed
And sadly went their separate ways.
The flames extinguished forever.
Different people from so long ago.

Bob Boyd

Sold gold at sixteen-years-old
All the kids wanted to be like him
Coolest guy ever in high school
All the girls wanted to be with him
Suffered from severe depression
Hung himself to death in the gym
Thirteen classmates followed him
Couldn’t live with most popular
Guy ever in high school gone

Bob Boyd

He stumbled out of her apartment, heartbroken.
She said she found a new love, and they were done.
He left her apartment, went to a corner bar teary-eyed.
Drank himself into oblivion, wished he were dead.
Too drunk to drive, too out of it to care, barely aware,
He staggered down English street at 2 am, almost fell.
An old friend saw him, took him in for the night,
So he could sober up and get himself right.
When he woke up at his friends apartment
The next morning, the sun shining through the blinds.
Over fresh brewed coffee, the friend apologized
For stealing the woman he thought was his forever love.
He didn’t take the news well, told his friend to go to hell.
Left his ex-friend’s place in a huff, vowed to never love again.

Bob Boyd

Those crazy days and nights with you
He’s so glad they’re over

You seemed sane and caring
In the romantic beginning

Before he got snared into your
Twisted, insane dramas

He endured years of your torments
That sucked the life out of him

Until your departure for another
Freed him from your toxicity

His rehab from your debilitating ways
A sane and caring new love

Bob Boyd

Endless chatter fills the air
Sounds of billions of voices
All across the vast planet
Big talk and small talk
Important, unimportant
All rendered insignificant
With their terminations
And their sounds erased

Bob Boyd

The sun uncovers the sky
Birds herald the morning
With a medley of songs
All of nature awakens
The world begins anew

Bob Boyd

Over a
Hundred people.
Murdered in
His quiet
Small town
By a single
Killer
Shocking
Unexpected
Devastating
The killer’s
Name
COVID.

Bob Boyd

Houses, cities, farms and cows passing by,
the view from the train window.

Rivers, lakes, forests, and trees passing by,
the view from the train window.

The train derails, people screaming,
inside the train lives passing away.

Bob Boyd

A tree falls on a women in New York
and ends her life.

A bridge collapses in Baltimore
and 342 people die.

An elderly woman takes a walk
And a pitbull kills her.

A homeless man in Chicago finds a lottery ticket
And wins a million dollars.

Bob Boyd

When I was a child, I thought priests had a certain mystique,
a kind of holy aura about them.

How shocked I was when I grew older and read about
priests molesting children.

How outraged I was when I read about the Catholic Church
covering up those molestations.

How saddened I was for the good priests under clouds of suspicion,
people thinking they could be pedophiles too.

It was so unthinkable some priests with that certain mystique
could ever lose their holy auras and molest children.

Bob Boyd

Fred and Rose West raped their children,
tortured and murdered some of them.
Raped and killed many young women.
Without a doubt none of those victims
deserved such horrific deaths.

How can one account for such infamy
against innocent victims If there’s a
loving God residing in heaven?

Maybe you can believe the victims
had massive karmic debts accrued
from wicked past lives that had
to be paid off with their murders.

Maybe you can believe there’s no God,
so all these nefarious acts upon this
crime-ridden planet are random fates
with no karma or Divinity involved.

Christians often sing God is in control.
I cannot see God in control of such
depravity. Raping and killing one’s
children and murdering many
young and innocent women.

Maybe as some Christians believe
the Prince of Darkness Is the cause
of all the unending evil in this world.
I can see resolution in that belief.

But I cannot accept a Satan caused
The Wests to rape and kill wantonly.
Nor can I fathom why so much
evil runs rampant in so many lives.

Bob Boyd

She said never would she leave him.

She said never would she stop loving him.

She said she’d be his forever,
But that was the real never.

When her new love didn’t work out
And she wanted a second chance with him,

He said never.

Bob Boyd