Category: Poems

I always felt such peace
when I was with her
unlike with anyone else
a pervasive, sweet serenity
that was magical and mystical
she said she often felt
as if she wasn’t of this world
I believe she was right.

Bob Boyd

Mel’s dog Rover always growled when he
saw Mel’s next door neighbor, Alvin

a harmless looking, friendly guy in his
thirties

one day Mel found Rover dead in his backyard
he was poisoned to death a vet said

three years later Alvin
was arrested and sentenced to

life in prison for the murder of
fifteen women.

Bob Boyd

The Past Life Regression Hypnotherapist
told him he was a scalawag in one life

a rogue and a horse thief in another

which made sense to him and explained why he
had evolved into a consummate, petty thief in this one.

Bob Boyd

The Russians have implanted neural chips
into the brains of pigeons
to control them like avian drones
with solar-powered devices on their backs
and they may use other birds
like ravens and albatrosses
oh how I hate the thought of this
oh how I hate birds being misused this way
cruel, humane, abusive
and I’ve no doubt many good
Russian people feel the same.

Bob Boyd

Over 3,500 churches have
been abandoned in Britain
in the last 10 years

some are empty, desolate

some are restaurants and bars
some are swimming pools
some are mosques and gyms

Oh the tragedy, the sadness
the decline of Christianity
the loss of faith
the sacrilege of a house of God
used for a bar

you may disagree, and I don’t care
but I see this as symptomatic
of the UK’s decline

the empire upon which
once the sun never set
reduced to a country
where freedom of speech
now eclipsed by oppression

and the darkness of night
keeps creeping in.

Bob Boyd

Du fu I salute you
in my opinion
your poetry
is unsurpassed
from the first word
to the last.

Bob Boyd

Unknown to him,
a vampiress was hunting him
who had claimed over a hundred souls
she had his nighttime patterns down
his favorite haunts
she was closing in on him
on a fortuitous night for her
she caught him getting into his car
after he spent hours in a bar
drunk and indefensible
her cape flowing in the night air
her long fangs bared
her eyes red and aglow
she pounced on him
ready to sink her fangs into his jugular
and suck the blood out of him
at that moment she felt a powerful shock
that shot her off of him
unto the hard ground
and nearly dissolved her
the power of the wooden cross
protectively hung around his neck.

Bob Boyd

When they become
spiritually evolved
enough
they morph
into potent spiritual
powerhouses
their potent shakti
powerful spiritual energy
emanating out
of them abundantly
permeates everything
their presence
their words spoken
and
written
their videos
their photos
even
their burial sites
some can
feel it
in all of these
ways
some can only
feel it in
the presence
despite how
powerful
how pervasive
it is
some may not
be able to feel
it at all –
surprisingly.

Bob Boyd

It’s hard to imagine
how men could
torture and
burn women to
death in the
burning times
the pleadings
the cries
the stakes
the fires
the screams
the charred flesh
the stench
the smoke
the gasps
the deaths

and whoever
conjured up
death by
burning on
the stake
must have
been an
emissary
sent from
satan’s hell.

Bob Boyd

He was born with water on the brain
bedbound, unable to walk or talk
his life lasted only six years
never had a chance for a normal life
This makes me wonder why
in this world of the living so many
get shortchanged in it, born with
medical problems that doom them
to suffering and limited lives
those children ill fated in this life
those children now dead.

Bob Boyd

Ned’s a brave, patriotic fellow
in the United Kingdom
he’s also fun and intelligent
and his YouTube channel is great
tonight he’s taking a stroll
through Cheshire, England
beautiful, historic city
Christmas lights aglow
I’m liking seeing it all

Ned recording everything he sees
on the brick laden streets
clusters of crowds
voices rising in the night air
young women laughing and
squealing with delight in the
excitement of a party night
legions of people roaming

the streets, even the police
in distinguishable yellow jackets
two of them holding up a drunken
pretty, blonde-haired woman
too drunk to remain standing

Ned’s narration over it all
(I like hearing his British accent)
and to borrow a Brit phrase
you sense something is about
“to kick off” on Ned’s expedition
for stirring YouTube content

he comes upon a swarm of
the yellow-jacketed police
detaining about six young men
searching through their pockets
finding illegal drugs

and whoa! there are sniffer dogs
going crazy with the scents of
all the drugs hidden by numerous
nervous, young men in the streets

and holy moly! Ned comes
upon an incident, nine police
yelling at a crazed man with a knife
they take him down without
any harm done, kudos to them
that’s the kick off, and the
rest of the video is quiet and
enjoyable, great work by EnglishNed.

Bob Boyd

His loving wife of seven years
inexplicably went missing one day
her car in the driveway
her belongings all in the apartment
he and the police suspected foul play
no evidence of that ever showed up
a year later when he came home
his wife was in the apartment doing dishes
acting as if everything was normal
and looking exactly as she did on
the last day he saw her
but something about her was different
she told him somehow, someway
she had been vanished into the future
told him crazy and unbelievable stories
told him he had to stay home from work
the next day, a bomb was going off
in the building where he worked and
he would die in the bomb blast
though she pleaded with him to stay home
he didn’t believe anything she said
thought she’d gone a little crazy and
for that year had been with another man
they fought over him going to work
and she wouldn’t stop trying to make
him listen to her until enraged
he swore and slapped her into silence
he went to a hotel to get away from
her craziness and what he suspected
was her year of unfaithfulness
went to work the next morning
died in the bomb blast that afternoon.

Bob Boyd

Her life was full of turbulence
from her birth as an orphan
lived with several foster families
two were chaotic and uncaring
they abused her in all ways imaginable
she felt unloved and abandoned
broke out of the system at eighteen
banged up in a car accident 2 years later
that put her in a wheelchair for life
a boyfriend she had left her for another
despite all the turbulence eventually got
a college degree and became a teacher
married and for the rest of her years
had a loving marriage and a happy life
the turbulence gone from her life forever.

Bob Boyd

I stood at her gravesite
my life over
a bouquet of flowers
in my trembling hands
the array of flowers
watered by the tears
dropping from my eyes
I cried and cried
a thousand more tears
as I mournfully wondered
why God had taken
the sweetest girl
the love of my life
away from me
just seventeen
dead in the ground
on that cold
September morning
my first love
my last love.

Bob Boyd

People frozen in place
some bent over and
swaying side to side
some stumbling about
others walking slo mo
many passed out on
the concrete sidewalks
some living on them
welcome to zombie
land, Kensington,
Ave Philadelphia, PA
some are dying and
most are dead already
or soon will be dead
you’re in a god forsaken
hell of drug addicts
Kensington, Ave
Philadelphia, PA
where city leaders
allow it to happen
drug addicts living
moving like zombies
on Kensington, Ave
it’s a goddamn mess
a goddamn shame.

Bob Boyd