Day: May 16, 2024

She was blessed with unsurpassed beauty
And an unmatched perfect body
She had hundreds of men wanting her
And basked in all the attention
She married three rich ones
That were divorced or dead
And all gone by the time
She turned seventy and
Unkind men called her a crone
Her beauty, her body, and
All the attention and men gone
She died alone a few years later
An unbiased unimpressed dementia
Erased the memories and her life,
The advantages and her glamorous
Life of no significance, gone forever

Bob Boyd

They arose like a dark blood plague
Thought to be only dark arts of fiction
The authorities didn’t act fast enough
In the quiet town of Huntsville
When as if Dracula manifested out of fiction
And the population began to become infected
Pastor Barnes, deceased holy soul
Was first to rise from the grave and
Sink his fangs into Molly Tilton
A school girl of only twelve years
Who returned the ghoulish disfavor
To Pastor Barnes bereaved wife
From there the entire congregation
Became a defiled church of cursed vampires
Seeking innocent prey in the town every night
Until Huntsville became known as Helltown
And the vampire outbreaks began to spread beyond Helltown
Like a plague, spreading further and further to this unhallowed day

Bob Boyd

Thousands of years after the seedings
We harvested only bitter weeds
The human seeds we so tenderly planted
Never matured as we intended
Only a few showed potential but not enough
Unacceptable behaviors rampant in the garden
Evil flourished, murders and wars raged
Seeds that showed possible promise
Established religions to encourage good behaviors
But never quelled the human crops failings
Time to admit defeat and abandon the experiment
Or start again with new seedings

Bob Boyd

My spirit dwells in heaven’s hell.
You ask how can a hell be in heaven.
I will answer your inquiry with my story.
I had led a criminal life but found God
After two years of living in a prison cell.
My conversion was not out of love
But out of the fear of going to hell.
Though I believed, I played a game
Of hide and seek from Satan’s domain.
Since I failed to rightly hit the mark,
God sent me to heaven’s temporary hell
With a lukewarm boring preacher
Whose empty babblings torment me
While I work to gain God’s favor
Seeking him for the right reason.
And with time and religious fervor,
I’ll be released from this heaven’s hell,
A true believer and with God I’ll dwell.

Bob Boyd

Fickle mistress
few can woo
those who
succeed
at first elated
after sated
thrill abated
game won
quest done
with time
fame is
empty

Bob Boyd

Ah me, so many times I’ve gone for the cover and not the book,
Seduced by alluring looks, blind to bad or incompatible qualities,
Wasting years with the wrong women when a less alluring woman
Might have been a better read for a loving faithful girlfriend or wife,
Now I’m seventy and nine years and alone with less market value
Bemoaning why I couldn’t have made better choices
And avoided incompatibilities, heartaches, and broken dreams.
Maybe I’ll get another chance in the afterlife and do it right.

Bob Boyd

Good Person, church goer, impeccable reputation
Ran a funeral home, successful business
Had a sweet wife and two well behaved kids
And a summer getaway in Cape Cod
Drove a pearl gray Lincoln Continental
And nobody knew he lived a double life
And had killed sixteen young women
That families and authorities never found
That Jack Slocum had tortured and killed
And cremated in his funeral home
Justice only served when a brain cancer
Took his life on December 25, 1955
Maybe higher courts convicted him
And Divine Justice took this monster out

Bob Boyd