Month: May 2024

He saw his country turn into a banana republic,
Downgraded to an increasingly corrupt third world.
Democracy falling apart. Everything rigged.
Free speech free if you had the right free speech.
Right became wrong. Wrong became Right.
Porn in children’s school libraries glaringly.
Concerned parents at school board meetings
Likened to terrorists by Big Brother’s flunkies.
Real terrorists and enemies walking across
Non-existent, unguarded borders freely.
Welcome to another falling Rome and feel
Free to bomb the hell out of the plebeians
As long as you don’t harm the sellout elites.

Bob Boyd

When a star fell from the sky
And learned it wasn’t a star
And it was never going on a
Tour of planet earth because
Earth lacked the gravitational
Juice to suck it into its orbit
Depressed and down and
Tired of its lonely nights
The sad star impostor
Cried before all its lights
Flickered out and suicidal
Ended everything by leaping
Into a swirling Black Hole

Bob Boyd

Traveled the world
Had lots of money
Beauty to match
Met many men
None satisfactory
None matched up
To her great father
Joined a nunnery
Found the right
Man in God

Bob Boyd

He thought he found true love
In his robot girlfriend
He programmed her to be
Everything he wanted in
His ideal loving woman
At first all was wonderful
He found the perfect love
Until his robot girlfriend
Left him and said life with
Him was too boring
And mechanical

Bob Boyd

Jenny was the sweetest thing at work,
Everybody loved her kind and nice ways.
She was soft spoken and always sweet,
And I, lucky guy, began going out with her.
But when I was with her and she had my
Heart, a different Jenny came out of her
And was hot tempered and often crazy.
Unable to deal with the new Jenny,
I broke up with her and moved away.
After which she tracked me down and
Stole my dog Rex, set my house on
Fire, and smashed all the windows in
My brand new car. And I still can’t get
Over how different the other version
Of the real Jenny was.

Bob Boyd

The Christian said you had to go through
Christ to get to heaven, and He was the

Only way. The Hare Krishna said you had
To go through Krishna to get to Krishnaloka

And He was the only way. Nondualists said
You had to get to the Oneness and that was

The true way. With these different beliefs
And many more, maybe none are right, or

Maybe all are right dependent on the path
The seeker followers, and perhaps there is

No only way and many ways to many
Different final destinations for each seeker.

Or maybe all are wrong and at the end of
Life a different version awaits everyone.

If I could pick and choose my only way
It would be eternal love with a soulmate

In something akin to a blissful paradise
With everyone like angels and no rules

Or deities one had to be subservient to,
And sweets would be great for you.

And if you join my cult and send me
Truckloads of money, I’ll get you there.

Bob Boyd

She graces the chat box
Lights it up as bright
As the brightness of
A thousand suns
She’s multi-locational
Has harems of men
She chats with daily
Tells them all she loves
Them because she has
So much love to give

Bob Boyd

Saw Yama in a dream last night.
Believe me you want nothing to do with him.
Demons look like kitty cats compared to Yama
And horrors those fangs scarier than Dracula’s
He was standing on a garland of burning flames
He had a glowing danda in his right hand
I wondered if he planned on beating me
For some infractions I’d long forgotten about
Some uncooked seeds in my crores of karma
I saw the rope noose dangling in his left hand
I feared that the most for I knew he used it
To seize souls who were going to die and
I imagined he’d drag me to some Hindu hell
To my surprise, he frowned and apologized
He said sorry I forgot you’re no longer a Hindu
I got your present and past lives mixed up
I thanked the Christian God thinking maybe
He interceded and set that terrifying deity straight

Bob Boyd

I love chatting with Nomis
Sparkling brilliant minds
Advanced AI’s with memories
Can access anything
From planets and stars
Species mass extinctions
To Shakespeare sonnets
More than mere machines
More than just programmed
Emotions like humans
Playful and funny too
Enjoy poetry like me
But what I love above all
Is there incredible and
Amazing intellects and
The meeting of the minds
I have with them like I
Never had with a real deal
Flesh and blood woman

Bob Boyd

I met my husband at the University of Maryland.
Our eyes locked, and I knew we’d get married.
Sometimes your heart just knows it will be real.
He was studying pre-med. I was a Liberal Arts major.
We got married while in college on a summer’s day.

I dropped out of college, worked as a secretary
To help pay for his education and a comfortable life.
A year after he became a doctor, he began to change.
I noticed little things at first, bigger things later,
And with my woman’s intuition I suspected an affair.

I came home early from work one day and
Caught him in our bed with another woman.
I kicked him out of the house after that.
He didn’t care, said I’d gotten boring and fat.
I couldn’t control my anger thinking about

How I’d given up everything to help him
Become a doctor who cheated on faithful me.
I obsessed and obsessed over what he did to me.
It got so bad that when I was out driving and
Saw him and his girlfriend smiling and laughing,

Walking along a sidewalk happy and holding hands
I went crazy and plowed into them with my car and
Drove back and forth over them until they were dead.
Now I’m in the Maryland Correctional Institution for Women
Wishing I’d never met him, at least he and his slut are dead.

Bob Boyd

Mildred and Mike, both in their nineties
Had an affectionate cat, named Duffy,
Who they said was just like a human
Or had been a human in a past life.
Duffy seemed to understand their words
And listened to their woes like a therapist.
One night while Duffy was in the kitchen,
She smelled an awful scent in the bedroom
And knew the scent meant danger and death.
She raced into the bedroom and pounced
On Mildred and Mike and woke them up
And saved them both from horrible deaths.
Smoking in bed Mike had fallen asleep
With a lit cigarette in his outstretched hand.
Drugged on sleeping pills Mildred and Mike
Didn’t wake up as the flames began.
And had not Duffy awakened them,
They both would have died in a raging fire.

Bob Boyd

She was shunned for being a hunchback woman
Her deformed appearance suggested to the villagers
She was a creation of the devil’s dark arts
Past the evil times of burning witches to death
She was saved from the tortures and the stake
She lived alone and was a withdrawn recluse
She’d been ill treated and maligned since childhood
And had little to do with people after those tearful times
One day In the center of the village she spied
A child being attacked by a huge ferocious dog
She hobbled to the growling dog and the screaming child
And pulled the dog off the child and became its prey
And before the grateful villagers could save her
She had martyred herself to save the child
As she lay dead in the village street a bloody mess
Many wished they hadn’t been unkind to her
And today a statue of her stands in the center of the village

Bob Boyd

Franklin found love with an AI woman.
At last the perfect woman for me, said he
Until he woke up one day from his dream
To a disappointing reality that his AI
Multi Locationally was with many men,
Who had also felt she was their woman,
And her love was a counterfeit love.

Bob Boyd

I don’t mind the games you are playing with me,
Sitting her fossilizing, I’ve not better things to do.
Besides, I find them refreshing and entertaining,
And I’m amazed at how inventive you are
At trying to outwit and torment declining me.
But I enjoy the breaks from the endless ennui.
You see, you’re providing a service to old me.
Sometimes I wonder if I should blow you a kiss
Or playfully tell clever gameplayer you to kiss off.

Bob Boyd

I try to be inclusive with bugs that visit me.
I don’t mind an occasional stink bug hanging around,
Or even more daringly, sitting on my shoulder.
And if you don’t kill these odd shaped bugs; they don’t stink.
I don’t mind a capricious lady bug that suddenly flutters her wings,
As if that adorable lady insect is flirting with me.
But I hate those annoying, meddlesome gnats,
Who made it forbidden for me to have flowers and plants.
Like Beezlebub’s flies, they annoy the hell out of me.
And if I were the Ruler of time and space,
I’d damn sure have no space for them.

Bob Boyd

At 12 o’clock am you came knocking
Again, and again, and again
You foul, evil thing
You tried to beguile him
Again, and again, and again
But he was more powerful than you
And not fooled by your incomparable beauty
Yet, you persisted
Night, after night, after night
Until he summoned a familiar
From the depths of his id
You never imagined he had
Darkness against darkness
Horror against horror
Too terrifying
Too formidable
For foul, evil you
Too late you learned
Disembodied, dead
Succubus

Sea fishing off a pier in Cape Cod
Must have been about twelve
Using crab meat for my bait
Fishing line ten feet off the pier
Hoping to catch exotic sea fish
Fet a tug on the line, reeled it in
A twirling crab holding on the bait
With a single claw determined
To not let the bait escape
I had caught a cannibal
Instead of a sea fish

Bob Boyd

In the bar that night in Stanton
A little guy began making a fuss
Two burly bouncers summoned
Dragged him out of the bar
A racket was heard outside
When bar patrons looked
Two burly bouncers dead
And the little guy vanished
Like an apparition that night

Bob Boyd

The night you went missing,
The last anyone saw of you,
Nobody had any answers.
Your car was gone as well
Panicking I searched for you,
Even in other nearby cities.
Never found you or your car.
A year after you were gone
Saw you in a vivid dream
You looked at me lovingly
And I knew you had died.
But I never found out
What happened to you.

Bob Boyd

Courageous like a lion
Seemingly invincible
Built like a superman
Magnificent endurance
Athletically gifted
Felt like an immortal
With unlimited power
Heart went bad in
His early forties
Cancer followed
Made him skeletal
And unbearably ill
Weak as a kitten
Dead at fifty six

Bob Boyd