A Controlling Princess

She went half crazy when she realized she couldn’t dominate him.
Controlling weak willed men was her obsession. She lived for it.
He, the controller of men and destinies, had an indomitable soul.
She tried consistently to have her unreasonable ways with him.
When she reached the inevitable impasse, the total failure,
She poured some aqua tofana poison in his nightly wine.
Though hospitalized, he survived and deduced her evil attempt
From his hospital bed, still sick, he issued the command
On that day she was tortured in London Tower and
Beheaded on Tower Hill.

Bob Boyd

Doves Cried

When the sixties died
Doves cried
When the peace and love petered out
Doves cried
When the Age of Aquarius came to an end
Doves cried
When the idealism of the sixties expired
Doves cried
And everything good about the sixties died
And dreams of California devolved into dystopian nightmares

Bob Boyd

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