Poems by Bob Boyd

Though she wasn’t ideal for me,
I loved her and
liked being with her.

But she was too young for me
and disinterested in my passions.

So it wasn’t surprising
or unexpected
when she left me,

and, though I cried
when she left,

in my heart I knew
it was for the best.

Bob Boyd

I hear the radio sports announcer
talking about all the injuries
a pro football team’s members have.
I think to myself how insane,
playing a sport that injures you.
But I know if I had the athletic talent
to be a pro football player,
I wouldn’t care about the injuries;
I’d stay in the game for the glory.

Bob Boyd

I remember seeing a video
of an old man in Japan
who could feed birds
that landed on his hands.
I don’t know how he got
those birds so tame,
but I sure wished I could
have fed wild birds
like that too.

Bob Boyd

I remember
how when
she wanted
a kiss,
she’d look
into my eyes
with an
irresistible
expression.
And when i
gave her
that kiss —
like being
in heaven.

I was on a cruise with 3 male friends
in my seaworthy cabin cruiser.

We’d all been divorced and, tired
of difficult women, we needed a break.

We went on our self-made cruise
to get away from our women woes.

At some point in the vast ocean
we lost our way when a storm

blew us off course and we were
next to a mysterious island.

Six beautiful women appeared on the shore
and began singing to us.

As insane as this sounds, my first thought
was SIRENS!

So I yelled cover your ears to my friends,
but they laughed at me and jump off the cruiser

and swam toward the beautiful singing women,
and I kept yelling at my friends to come back.

Driven insane by the sirens’ singing, they swam
to the shore just as shark fins broke water,

and I knew they had been trapped,
lured by the deadly singing of the beautiful

but evil sirens. The sharks slaughtered my friends;
the sirens laughed like demons.

Seeing my friends slaughtered and dead
and the sirens singing to me,

I turned my boat away from them and
sped out to sea.

I reported the matter to international
authorities, but none found the sirens

or any of my friends’ remains.
And now I’m a person of interests

by the authorities, and I fear my
true story will never be believed by them.

Bob Boyd

He said he’d been a crow in a former life, but
I thought he was putting me on.

However, he did look a bit birdlike, only in an
acceptable, handsome way.

By chance, some cawing crows, about twenty,
landed in a nearby tree.

To humor Marcus’s nonsense, I said, “What are
those crows in the tree talking about?”

He said, “They are talking about the gold buttons on
your brown jacket and want to steal one.”

I laughed at his nonsense and heard the crows
cawing frantically in the tree.

Then they flew over my head as if they were going
to attack me.

While I was fearfully distracted, a sneaky crow snatched
one of my gold buttons off my jacket and flew away

with the other crows following him, and I wondered if
if Marcus really understood them —

or if their theft of the gold button was just an
extraordinary coincidence.

Bob Boyd

Imagine if a flower didn’t just wilt and die.
Imagine if, like humans who believe there’s

a better world we die into, if flowers had the
same after-death future blooming in some

floral paradise, maybe one where humans
went too.

I know this could be perceived as foolish,
but I’d like a celestial world for dead flowers

like that. And maybe where they’d even bloom more
radiantly and beautifully.

I’d also be fine with the idea that flowers
eventually reincarnate into higher life forms

until they reach the human level – eventually
getting off the wheel or rebirths into an

eternal bliss consciousness. And I wonder if you
feel that way too.

Bob Boyd

A couple of years ago
a nice cookie store
opened in the same
strip store plaza that
I buy my groceries at.

It offered a good selection
of nicely baked cookies,
presentable, and tasty-
looking.

It seemed always busy
people in and out of it.

But tonight when I drove
by it, the cookie store
was gone.

What looked like a great
business died.

Though I only bought a
cookie there once, it
saddened me to see
it forever gone.

RIP cookie store.

Bob Boyd

He received a package in the mail
from the Bizarre Toys Company.

Perplexed, he didn’t know why he
received a package from a toy company.

He unwrapped the package and saw
a blue box inside it.

He opened the box and found a red
Jack in the Box toy in it.

It brought back fond memories of the
Jack in the Box he played with as a child.

And he wondered who would have known
about his Jack in the Box he had in his childhood.

He gleefully began to crank up the box, excited
to see if the Jack would be like the one he had.

Upon the final crank when the jack popped up,
it had the disturbing face of his sinister ex-wife,

the last image he saw in this world as the
Jack in the Box exploded and blew him to bits.

Bob Boyd

Some people think, one a Harvard Researcher, aliens
are living among us.

I get this. I’ve known some excessively strange people that
I wouldn’t be surprised if they were aliens.

I’ve seen many people act inhumanly, maybe
they were aliens too.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if all those people who eat bugs,
one a hot actress, could be aliens as well.

And if you’re reading this, maybe you’re an alien too –
possibly a human-like Nordic.

Bob Boyd

Chickens growing big as hogs
growling instead of clucking.

Cows bigger than bulls and
green in color.

Frightened dogs and cats running
away.

Cornstalks twice as tall;
corn three times as big.

Translucent orbs appearing
at night.

Poltergeist activity in
the farm house.

Farmer, wife, and children,
dreams of aliens.

New man hired as farm hand –
alien in a human body.

Bob Boyd