My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Standing in line to buy guppies in Petsmart, saw a cute
little brown and white dog jumping in front of me.
Then saw something unusual,three legs instead of four,
didn’t matter to the sprightly canine, didn’t care he
was a three-legged dog.
Impressive, inspiring how that dog adapted to his disability.
A hit by a car caused the loss of one leg, didn’t need it,
never limited him. Three just as good.
Bob Boyd
Fortune, fame, or lack of,
ultimately the same; we all fade
into obscurity.
Bob Boyd
At first she was a beautiful Asian woman in a photo
living in an archipelago 8,000 miles away.
An alluring snapshot that spoke to my lonely heart,
suggesting a thousand enchanting things.
I wondered if this exotic woman would be with me.
For two years she waited from across the sea,
talking to me every night courtesy of Skype.
On Korean Air wings I flew to her, met her in Davao,
the connection complete, the romance official,
months of romantic bliss consummated in marriage.
Had I a soothsayer been, I would have seen
five years later after I brought her to Greensboro,
the photo and the romance would have faded
into an ill fated long distance love.
Bob Boyd