Category: Poems

Import voters to steal elections
if you cannot sway the citizens
to vote for you.
Never mind the havoc caused
to the general public.
Never mind unvetted illegals,
just bring them in and don’t
think about public safety
and national security.
The votes. The power is
worth the inconveniences and
the deaths and rapes of
the inconsequential citizens.

Bob Boyd

Flowers in Spring
Always dying in Winter
Never lasting
Only temporary
Same with humans
Flowers in Spring
Dying in Winter
The winter of
Their temporary lives.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes she’d say a word or two to me at an event.
Though I thought she was incredibly beautiful, I never
developed those lovely words into a conversation.
Though I would have liked to have been with her, I never
made any romantic advances.
Sometimes I think it would have been my happiest day
to have even held her hand or have even kissed her once.
But I’ll die never having known what it would have been like.
She was married with two children and forbidden.

Bob Boyd

On the outside a harmless man.
On the inside a dangerous predator.
He worked as a traveling salesman
during the day.
At night, he prowled the bars looking for
unwary female prey.
Women he picked up, seduced by his
charm, never saw the sun rise.
And none of them ever got away.
His infamy immeasurable, his cunning
hypnotic, he trapped his prey with
his handsome face and charming words.
He evaded police with his luck and
meticulous stealth.
He died at age 86, never having been
a suspect, never having been caught
and presumed to have been harmless
for all of his bloodthirsty, long life.

Bob Boyd

If they disagree with you,
they’ll want you dead.
Completely lost souls,
they’re full of hate.
They’ll cheer and laugh
if you are shot to death.
They’re fucked up
in the head.
Fuck you Diabolicals.
One day you and
your ghoulish hate
will be dead as well.

Bob Boyd

Birds on wing,
what an amazing thing.
How I wish I could fly like them,
even in skybound dreams.
Imagine effortlessly winging in
the sky above and gliding
on the wind currents.
Imagine the beautiful views
from up in the cloudy heavens.
Imaging the feelings as you
soared in the skies and as
you gently landed back
down on earth.

Bob Boyd

Raccoons broke into a house
bridged the cat flap in the front door.
Swiped the pet food, ate the snacks.
Frockled on the chairs, lounged in the couches.
Messed with the computers, watched some TV,
ripped books apart, tore up some magazines.
Sneaky, masked critters will probably get off scot free
for their bold and flagrant B & E.

Bob Boyd

Hundreds of thousands marching in the
streets of London, patriots, all of them.
Young people, middle age people, children
and old people, patriots, all of them.
Flags flying. Drums pounding. Trumpets blowing
People singing, chanting, save our country songs and chants.
A swelling fervor of emotion, patriotism, and love of country.
Prayers, hopes, pleas, demands to save their country.
Instead of God save the king – It’s God save our country.

Bob Boyd

The night was dark. The moon was full.
Howls filled the forest. Campers in tents shuddered.
Some packed up their tents and raced away.
Others made of stronger stuff with guns stayed.
The howls grew nearer. Campers’ fears increased.
Those of stronger stuff braced themselves and
shouldered their guns.
When the dozen or more werewolves appeared
and gunshots lit up the full moon night,
the spray of bullets only bounced off the beasts.
The slaughtered campers made of stronger stuff
lay in pieces on the blood drenched ground.

Bob Boyd

humans the cogs in the wheels
or workforces that power the world
of the big wheels who run it
bodies are like machines
that eventually break down
it’s all machinery

bob boyd

He was raised by a good family.
And he had been a good kid
until he became radicalized
by a twisted brainwashing
from the legacy media and
the college he attended.
He joined a radical group
that promoted violence and
disruption of those whose
views they had been led to
see as Nazis and fascists.
They blindly held to those
false and harmful beliefs,
demonizing those whose
beliefs they disagreed with.
The once good kid raised
by a good and loving family
is now in jail for life for
murdering an innocent man
whose views he killed him for.

Bob Boyd

Jeremy liked to camp out at night.
Never had any encounters with
wild beasts, even on spooky
nights when sounds were scary.
Until the night he heard an owl,
and they quietly came for him.
Stunned by unknown means
into a complete submission,
not believing what was happening
to him that otherworldly night,
he woke up semiconscious and
standing in a tube on a giant
alien space ship with aliens
extracting bodily fluids from him
until he eventually died in that
stand up experimental device.
And no one on earth ever knew
what had happened to him.

Bob Boyd

Gone forever
Dead
In a heaven
No one knows
For sure
In a hell
Doubtful
Probably
Doesn’t exist
Coming back
Reincarnation
Maybe
Maybe not
Dead
Into nothingness
A possibility
One thing
Is certain
Flesh and blood
Eventually
Only bones
In the ground

Bob Boyd

I’ve often wondered why
We have to have psychopaths
In this ever turning world
Where most people
Are not as emotionless
Are not as harmful

Some psychopaths
Are devoid of feeling
Some psychopaths
are inclined to kill

There are so
Many of them
When one dies
Another rises up
Like undead
vampires reborn

Why
Why
Why
Do we have
to have
and suffer
THEM?

Bob Boyd

My sadhu betta fish is hiding in his underwater cave.
I know he’s contemplating the cosmos.
I see some OM bubbles rising to the surface.
I wonder if he’s attained enlightenment yet
Or if he’s discovered the secrets of the universe.
When he emerges from his cave, he looks so serene.
His underwater contemplations seem to be leading
To increasingly higher states of consciousness.
Amazed, I wonder if one day he’ll be my guru
And telepathically share his wisdom and enlighten me.

Bob Boyd