Category: Poems

some people seem born
to be annoying
for example
I’ve often heard the
expression
there’s always an asshole
in the workplace
and in my experience
that’s often been true
mercifully
you usually don’t have
to endure annoying
people in your private life
where you can avoid
them
unless you unwittingly
married one or one
with annoying in laws
but imagine if you
didn’t live a good
enough life to rate
being in heaven
and were cast
into a hell where
you’d have to endure
annoying people
forever

bob boyd

he considered himself a good man
who just wanted his wife to follow
his rules

as he tightened the screws more
and more on her freedom
compressing her life

tired of years of his controlling
behavior

she left him for another man

he tried to force her to come
back to him

he pestered her for days
until he became completely
unhinged and bought a
gun to end her with

he staked her to a grocery
store and when she came
out of the store the sound
of gunshots boomed in
the street

he fell dead on the pavement
blood seeping out of his head

anticipating he was going
to kill her

she had bought a gun too
and like a gunslinger in
the old wild west

she was quicker on the draw

bob boyd

darkness descended
the forest grew quiet
nothing stirred
except a camper
unaware of the
impending doom
unable to read
the signs of the
coming horror
until he heard
the terrifying howl
before the beast
tore him apart

bob boyd

Nobody suspected his dark side.
Nobody knew he was killing women
and prowled the streets looking for
new ones to torture and kill.
Sometimes he regretted he was
born with an irresistible compulsion
to torture and kill women.
Then he’d rationalize it by thinking
he was no different from the beasts
in jungles programmed to kill.
And he’d be okay with the monster
he was at his core.
To people who knew him, he was a
quiet, nice guy.
To his victims, he was a monster
from hell as he tortured them and
took their last breaths from them.
As if there were no justice in this
world, he never got caught.
He died with many people at his
wake sadden that a nice guy had
passed away.
Justice was served when he died.
Unceasingly he kept experiencing
the horrors and the pain he had
inflicted on his victims in a place
akin to a living hell.

Bob Boyd

She had a good marriage
It lasted 40 years.
No kids but lots of love.
She felt like they’d be
together forever.
But now she’s alone.
She wonders what is
the point of love that
doesn’t last, that death
takes away.
She often cries herself
to sleep over her loss.
She felt lucky to have
a perfect husband.
Now she’s bitter
about her temporary
perfect husband and
how life is cruel to lovers.
Sometimes she feels
she can’t continue
to live without him.
Sometimes she feels
like killing herself.
But changes her mind
when she realizes
death will do that for
her in her lonely and
final years.
She holds on to a
hope that she’ll see
her husband again
when she dies.
But she realizes that
it’s only a hope and
she may never see
her perfect husband
again, and she cries
herself to sleep.

Bob Boyd

Arrested many times,
she went crazy when
cuffed and confined
in the squad car.
Yelling, Screaming,
banging her head,
and kicking the
police.

Alcoholism played
a big part of it. She
got crazy when
drunk.
Argumentative and
combative with no
impulse control.

Hysterics, craziness
and other antics, as
the charges piled up.
Fines and jail time,
her life a total mess.

Sad to see how she
messed up her life.
Wondered if she had
defective wiring in
her brain that led her
to keep getting in
trouble again and
again.

She seemed as if
fated to have a
troubled life of her
own making. She
seemed to lack an
ability to escape her
self destructive plight.

It is tragic some people
seem to have lives of
self sabotage. And I
wonder what happens
to them when they die.

Bob Boyd

I had this dream where I was
the center of attention.
It was like a wedding, but I
wasn’t getting married and
there was no bride.
Somebody, maybe a relative,
like an uncle, kept introducing
this young woman to me, as if
trying to be a match maker.
But she was a college student
who said she was majoring in
Honey but not doing well in
her studies. We had a mutual
disinterest, me too old for her,
her too young and unappealing
to me. For unknown reasons, I
had a pile of Catholic pamphlets
next to me on the table I was
sitting at. In fact, the entire event
seemed to be for unknown reasons,
though it resembled a wedding
without a bride or a groom. I woke
up groggy, groggy like the dream.
And, yet another dream where a
woman pops up in it. Maybe the
fates think I need a woman in
my ancient, reclusive life, lol.

Bob Boyd

I like the theory of Panpsychicism,
everything having consciousness
to varying degrees.

I like it because everything animate
and inanimate in the universe has
an ultimate liberation.

Evolving from even stones, insects
animals et cetera to an eventual
liberation of eternal bliss consciousness
into the nondual Oneness.

I like the eternal equality for everything
in that theory.

Bob Boyd

I heard a pounding
on the door in the
hallway outside
my apartment
a noisy interruption
to my Internet
reverie

After the pounding
ceased, I looked
outside my apartment
window facing the
street

And saw the soul hunters
an elderly man
who looked like a
minister and an elderly
woman
maybe his dutiful wife

I knew they had pounded
on the door to save what
they mistakenly thought
was my hellbound soul
to win another soul
for the Lord
I knew that they mistakenly
thought they were privy
to the only way
the key
to their heaven
that I’d been too
lost
too dumb
to comprehend

They wandered away
to save other lost
souls from the hell
they were headed for
especially if they were
of another religion
that guaranteed they’d
have a one way
ticket to hell

It was better I didn’t
answer the door
I’ve no time for
people who assume
they have the only
truth
the only way
that others
need to be persuaded
to follow

Hell’s bells
Soul Hunters
eluded

Bob Boyd

She could read people’s minds
Discern their secrets
Expose their misdeeds
Blackmail them
Get rich doing it
A misuse of psychic powers
Lines of occult laws crossed
An offense to gods of the occult
A sacrilege to the sanctity of
Sacred spiritual gifts
On a full moon Halloween night
Her body consumed in flames
In her Park Ave apartment
Spontaneous Combustion
The report read
I know the gods of the occult
Destroyed her
And the Darkness that had
Ravaged her soul

Bob Boyd

He sensed they could have been a wonderful match,
incredibly perfect for each other.
He loved her eyes, her hair, her voice, her figure,
her fashion sense, her ways, her expressions,
her jokes, her views, every superb thing about her.
She touched him once in passing to get by him,
electrifying, ecstatic, magical, momentous.
But, alas, to her, seemingly unaffected, it was just
a mere touch and nothing more.
He clearly saw they could have had an epic romance.
But, woe upon woes, she just couldn’t see it.
And what might have been, never was.

Bob Boyd

Necks, waists, and feet broken.
Ritual deactivation of ancient
statues of pharaohs.
A ritual to ensure they had no
supernatural powers that
it was presumed statues of
dead pharaohs possessed.
Hundreds of deactivated statues
found at Karnak Cachette
from across centuries.
It must have been an effective
strategy. Far as I know, never
have any ancient Egyptian
pharaoh statues raised hell
on earth. But, I can envision a
blockbuster horror movie where
pharaoh statures that the
ancient Egyptians failed to
deactivate, with voices like
Darth Vader, destroy cities
and people with their stone-
cold paranormal powers.
And maybe the only way these
evil pharaoh statues would
be defeated is by invoking
Osiris the Egyptian god
associated with death. He
materializes from the
underworld and hunts them
down busting off their heads,
hacking their bodies in half at
their waists, and dismembering
their feet to deactivate them
and save the world. The movie
ends. The credits roll.

Bob Boyd

The Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization
reports receiving nearly 75,000 alleged Bigfoot
sightings in the USA.

They claim 5,000 to 6.000 seem creditable. This
begs the question: could all those people be liars?
I suspect some of them are more creditable than
others and are not liars.

For example, police reporting seeing Bigfoot or
people known to be reliable and honest by all
those who know them.

The most puzzling thing about all these sightings
is why no corpse?

I’ve seen the Patterson-Gimlin video of Bigfoot
roaming through a forest, that some experts
claim is legitimate, but to me it looks like a fake,
a man in a gorilla suit.

The only plausible explanation of whether
Bigfoot is real that I find remotely possible is if
Bigfoot is interdimensional.

That would also explain sightings where
allegedly Bigfoot vanishes.

But if despite 5,000 to 6,000 possibly creditable
sightings Bigfoot isn’t real, I still find the mystery
of his existence fun and fascinating.

Bob Boyd

Never was impressed with Hooters.
Didn’t need food served by scantily
dressed women when I just wanted
to eat without the sexual overtones.
Strip clubs didn’t work for me.
Though women with nice bodies
undressing had enormous sexual appeal,
I always preferred to just be with a
girlfriend or a wife instead of wasting time
and money in a bar with women stripping
that I couldn’t be with and didn’t want
to be with.
It just wasn’t me. It just wasn’t the same
as being with a woman I loved and who
loved me.

Bob Boyd

After months of physical abuse
She got up the courage to leave him
But he was never going to let her go
She snuck out of their apartment
When he was out drinking one night
She moved in with a new boyfriend
Somehow her abusive ex found out
Enraged he Loaded his shotgun
Drove to her new home and decided
To shoot her to death for leaving him
He took her by surprise when he
Knocked on her apartment door
And she opened it not knowing
He was there with his shotgun
He blasted her with his shotgun
But missed before she slammed the
Door shut and was only hit by a few
Shotgun pellets that ricocheted off
The door and struck her leg but
Only caused a slight flesh wound
She called the police as her ex
Kept yelling and pounding on
Her door threatening to kill her
The police arrived before he could
Break the door down and shots
Were fired back and forth ending
With him shooting himself to death
Ridding her and the world of
Another abusive piece of shit

Bob Boyd