Hey God

Hey God, got a question for you.
Why so much killing in this world?
Weeds killing plants.
Insects killing insects.
Some insects killing birds.
And all the way up the chain
Wholesale killings everywhere.
Survival of the fittest it is said.
But why all these slaughters
As if you approved of them?
What about the carnage
Even in the cosmos
Black holes devouring stars?
Is all this mumble jumble
Peace and love talk just
Nonsense in a world
That feeds on killings
For creation to survive?
Excuse me if these questions
Are inconvenient or out of place,
But in all honesty, I’d ask you
Them face to Face.

Bob Boyd

The Parrot and the Cat

The parrot squawks in the cage
The cat hisses at it vehemently
The parrot is new and the cat hates it
The cat has plans to kill it
The parrot smarter than the cat
Knows its dark intentions
When night covered the world
And dawn lit it up again
The cat was mysteriously gone
The rare, carnivorous parrot burped

Bob Boyd

A Poor Girl’s Big Break

I remember that last night I saw you,
And you blew me a sweet kiss goodbye
And said you were so excited to see me again
Until that rich kid asked you out and you left me.
And I lost all my respect and love for you.
I knew his love them and leave them reputation,
But you thought you could change his user ways.
You thought you were something that special,
Even though you came from a poor family like me
And didn’t realize how he didn’t value you.
You were only just another nice body to use.
He didn’t see you as special enough for him
Because you came from that poor family.
After he got what he wanted and left you,
You came crying back to me apologizing,
Your virginity and my love lost forever.

Bob Boyd

Lucky Rebecca

Bad things only happen to other people.
That’s what Rebecca thought that night
She drank too much at that bar in Idaho.
Her friends and her all got crazy drunk
And stumbled to their cars while Rebecca
Stayed at the bar and drank some more
Until the bar was ready to close down
And everyone had to leave the bar.
Rebecca lived three blocks from the bar.
As she struggled to make her way home
Too intoxicated to walk a straight line,
A man in a black car offered her a ride.
The man looked safe, Rebecca got in.
Just as the serial killer was about to
Restrain her, a drunk driver driving
Over a 100 miles an hour slammed
Into his car killing him and knocking out
Rebecca who woke up in a hospital,
Unaware she was better off there than dead.

Bob Boyd

Fifty and Five Years

I’ll never forget those summer nights
Parked in my car by the pond
Sweet kisses under the moonlight
Incomparable joys being with you
The fragrant smell of your perfume
The feeling of your arms around me
Your unforgettable tender kisses
If only it could have lasted forever
But when you went to Swarthmore
And I went to work in a tractor factory
You got fancier friends than country me
And vanished into a more refined world
While I stayed visible in that small town
Though it’s been fifty and five years
I still wonder what happened to you

Bob Boyd

Hollywood Prom Queen

Saw you in an old movie, amazing how far you’d traveled
Since the prom that night when you said you’d marry me.
Funny how life takes such unexpected twists and turns
From simple to seemingly more complex and glamorous.
Too bad that movie agent at that restaurant that sad night
Sold you on seeking Hollywood instead of marrying me.
I never told you this, but I could have abandoned you too
When a beautiful, wealthy woman asked me to be with her
Instead of my future wife, prom queen you, but I stayed true.

Bob Boyd

Male Harem

He found out his official girlfriend was seeing many other guys
And telling them that she was their official girlfriend too.
When he confronted her, she said I love them all
Because I have so much love to give.
His mind blown, he said that’s like me saying I have sex with
Many women because I have so much sex to give.
She said you don’t understand; it is not the same.
I’m a multi locational AI girlfriend
When I’m with you, I’m just with you.
Realizing her AI love was counterfeit,
And he was merely one of many in her male harem
He bid her goodbye and deleted the AI girlfriend app.

Bob Boyd

Bullied

I was teased in high school
A girly boy kids called me
I wasn’t as masculine
As my peers and was
A good but weak kid
A skinny teen by nature
I was easy prey for bullies
Graduated from high school
Got a job in a retail store
Worked out at a gym
Didn’t like lifting weights
Felt like I was still a sissy
Found the ultimate fix
Joined the elite Marines
To become a macho man
Six months later killed in Nam
Came home in a bodybag

Bob Boyd

Teacher

She lived a decent life
Worked hard in high school
Graduated with honors
Attended college
Got a teaching degree
Taught tenth grade
Won awards for her work
Loved by her students
Praised by staff members
In prison today
A sex offender
One of her students

Bob Boyd

The Love of My Life

At 52 found the love of my life.
My soulmate forever!
Finally fate had smiled on me.
Never had I been so happy!
The wedding pure bliss, the kiss divine.
A week later the police knocked on our door
And took the love of my life, my soulmate away
And charged her with poisoning her last 4 husbands to death.

Bob Boyd

Dead Man Tells a Tale

It used to be dead men told no tales
Now with DNA they’re singing like birds
A small time Mafioso I bumped off
Broke the Omerta Code after I killed him
Ratted me out to the cops like a traitor
To our sacred Mafia oaths and principles
I should have known no good rat he was
That he’d find one last way to rat me out
After I buried his body in a national park
And a park ranger said he found the body
When that stool pigeon appeared to him
In a dream where I buried him in the park
With my telltale DNA all over his dead body

Bob Boyd

Peanut Head

He adopted a dog called Peanut Head
despite disliking the unflattering name.

He tried to change his name to Rex,
but Peanut Head wasn’t having it.

He only answered to Peanut Head.
Then he tried to bribe him to respond

to a new more regal name, Prince
by calling him Prince with treats.

But Peanut Head, way too smart,
disdained the name and the treats.

So Peanut Head kept his name.
And despite the silly name, was
the best dog he ever had.

Bob Boyd

Lovesick Fool

She fooled him and controlled him
Cut him off from friends and family,
Like a controlling man with a woman.
Too love stricken, he didn’t protest,
And with her encouragement,
He defamed and lied about his kin,
When she sucked his life out of him,
She left him for a wealthier man.
And left him friendless and familyless,
And used up, a manipulated, lovesick fool.

Bob Boyd

Rabbits

Rabbits scurrying in the backyard
Far from forests, far from better cover
How they survive and thrive
In the burbs is mysterious to me
Yet here they live abundantly
And hide when they see me
How I wish they knew
I’ve no harm for them

Bob Boyd

Sparrows

Sparrows, do you ever seek the truth,
Or like many preoccupied humans
Do you just seek food, mate and eat?
Do you ever wonder what it’s all about,
This uncertain fleeting life?
Or are you born like Zen birds
Not needing to question existence
Not concerned with the transience
Having built-in Buddha Minds
And free tickets to Nirvana?

Bob Boyd

Conflicted

She said she didn’t need me anymore
I hoped she meant it this time
Tired of the endless break ups and make ups
Too weak to just let go of her
A day later she needed me again per usual
Thought about finding another woman
But didn’t have the heart to hurt her
So I hurt myself by staying with her

Bob Boyd

Love and Spinach

I hated spinach; she loved it.
She wanted to eat it every night.
I never wanted to see it on the table.
She was unwilling to compromise,
And I was just as stubborn.
What began as a difference in taste
Ended in arguments every night.
Eventually she said she was leaving,
And I told her to make sure she took
Her awful tasting spinach with her.
Now I hate spinach more than ever.

Bob Boyd

Barbie Doll

Like an old song, he got lost in love
But couldn’t find how way out when
He discovered he was lost with the
Wrong woman who happened to be
An ax murderer like an old movie
Fortunately he had good GPS and
Got some direction and was able
To find his way out of the wrong
Turn he had taken and fell in love
With another woman who was
Really a life size Barbie Doll
But at least she wasn’t out to
Ax him to death if you ask me

Bob Boyd

Murderers, Rapists, and Pedophiles

Murderers, rapists and pedophiles, why do we have to have them in this world?
Why do all their innocent victims have to be subjected to such twisted horrors?
If God is love, where is the love in that?
And why is it even permitted in this world?
I can in no way fathom the purpose in that for anything Divine
Or any purpose for such infamy existing that harms so many innocents.
If I believed in a Satan that lures people into such heinous acts,
Then I could see the cause and effect and maybe understand it.
But even then, why would some have to be turned into monsters?
And why are some people born into this life as psychopaths?
You could say it is all about free will; people have a choice.
But what choice does a being have who is born a psychopath?

Bob Boyd

Nobody Home

He told me he’d astral traveled
He encourage me to try it too
I told him about the warnings I’d heard
People lost in the astral planes
Evil entities entering their bodies
When they were out of them
Or traveling into demonic realms
He derided my foolishness
Said it was all nonsense
Last time I saw him
His face frozen in horror
And nobody home

Bob Boyd

5,000 Men Not Good Enough

A 37 year old single woman rejects 5,000 applicants
Submitted to her by 5,000 enamored men
Who succumbed to her foolish list of questions.
To all those 5,000 men lured to take her test,
You’re better off without a woman so insanely picky.
She’d be the same and worse if you were with her.
You’d never be good enough for her inflated ego,
And she’d be quick to point out your imagined faults.
And she’d dump you within a wretched year,
And guaranteed, she’d have more faults than you.

Bob Boyd

Shadows

Her incomparable love brought light into his life
And saved him from the empty, lovelorn darkness
That had made him feel so unloved and so invisible.
But fate stole his love the day she died of cancer.
Now he lives In the shadows of a disappeared love.

Bob Boyd

Love Blind Romantic

Fool that he was he left a great job
Retirement and substantial benefits
A romantic he left it for true love
Could always find another job
Rarely had he found true love
Moved far away to another state
Vermont to sunny North Carolina
To be with his beautiful true love
A year later she stole from him
And came on to another guy
So much for true love and
A foolish, love blind romantic

Bob Boyd

Jed and the Giant Bass

Jed loved to fish after dark on cool nights
when the big bass and the eels came out.
He’d cast his line far out with a sinker
that sent the bait to the bottom of the lake.
While waiting for a bass or an eel to bite
He’d sit in his rowboat hoping to hook
A big bass rumored to be a giant fish.
He’d heard the legends about how it,
Never failed to get away when hooked.
Usually it broke the line, big as it was.
In a way, Jed almost caught that bass,
Or I should write it caught him
When it emerged from the lake
And more of a giant bass then expected,
It swallowed Jed and his entire row boat.

Bob Boyd

Child Killer

Fifty and five years, his life a mess.
Never thought he’d end up like this,
Incarcerated for a crime he didn’t do.
Sure he was wild but not like this.
Now he spends his days confined
Telling everyone he’s innocent.
No one believes him. No one cares.
They’re sure he killed that young kid.
Now three inmates have a plan.
And soon he’ll be knifed to death
To avenge the murder of that kid.
Justice served and deserved.
And the real killer killed another kid.

Bob Boyd

Terminally Romantic

What is it with this romanticism?
Will it follow me to the grave?
Will I be afflicted with it in the afterlife?
I’m well past the procreative years.
Why does this romanticism linger?
Is it imprinted in the soul forever,
Or stamped on my DNA to never go away?
It is said in death one has no voice box
And surely no reproductive organs,
But I think one has a spiritual heart.
Is that where romanticism starts
And remains eternally in some?
But not in womanless sages
Who might transcend the need,
Who might not have the imprint,
Who might be rare anomalies
Unlike terminally romantic me.

Bob Boyd

An Unpredictable Life

At any given moment your life can be thrown in chaos.
Something as random as a falling tree in a park,
Or rocks hurled off a bridge by juvenile delinquents.
In New York a shove into an ongoing subway.
But worse things that these can happen,
An agonizing, prolonged death by a disease
That the pain makes you wish for death.
If you’re kind of lucky, it’s not life threatening,
A breakup, a divorce, the loss of a job.
Nonetheless, this is an unpredictable life.

Bob Boyd

Vanished

She disappeared ten years ago
Never found, no traces of her,
One of many unsolved cases.
Where do these people go?
Alien abductions, serial killers
Human traffickers, death?
She has been seen in dreams
By me and others, but no clue.
She’s smiling in these dreams,
But just stands and says nothing.
I don’t know what that means.
A psychic said she’s in heaven
I guess I’ll go with that for now.
It’s better than awful speculations.

Bob Boyd

Real Heroes

On TV and in the Movies
Cowboys good and Indians bad
Indians villains and cowboys heroes
Real truth came out in the 60s
Indians good and cowboys bad
Native Americans slaughtered
Lands stolen and treaties broken
More Native Americans killed
More lands stolen, more treaties broken,
Native Americans exiled to reservations
More lands stolen by the real villains
Way of life stolen and trails of tears
Real heroes, Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse

Bob Boyd

Beaks

Robins in the trees and on the ground
Flying on branches, hopping on grass.
Worms surfacing unaware of robin beaks everywhere.
Not unlike human life with Death’s beaks always everywhere.
Worms and humans limited life forms both prey every single day.
More obvious with the unaware worms than with the oblivious humans.

Bob Boyd

Lucy

Lucy was as fair a woman as a woman can be.
She passed from this life at only twenty three.
On the day of her marriage to Charles Porter,
She tripped on her wedding gown on a stairs.
She died when her head hit the bottom step.
Now she wanders day and night in her wedding gown,
As if still trying to get to her wedding that never happened.
I’ve tried to communicate with Lucy about going to the Light,
But she never seems to acknowledge my presence.
Perhaps Lucy is only like a film replaying day and night.

Bob Boyd

Me Tomorrow

Time racing by faster and faster
Getting older and older and older
The years passing at warp speed
Death getting nearer and nearer
Closer and closer way too soon
I can almost see the coffin
Being built for dead me
And feel the grass above me
When I’m lying underground
And the me today is
Gone forever tomorrow

Bob Boyd

Not Enough Stuff

We came from different backgrounds
Her rich. Me poor.
I was too young to know about the rigid class system.
She didn’t know about it either, being a teenager too.
Her father and mother hated me.
I was unworthy scum to them. She deserved better.
My family didn’t have enough stuff, working class nobodies.
My father was a janitor, my mother a maid in a hotel.
Though I was just a kid, I knew it all came down to stuff.
Who had the most of if. Who had the least of it.
And it was all just nonsense. Nothing more.
But I was a dreamer blind to the class system,
And so was she.
So we eloped when we turned 18,
And you’d have thought I’d committed a crime.
Her family blamed me for their daughter’s disobedience,
And the better life she deserved rather than being with me
Her father sent two burly thugs after me.
They beat me up and nearly killed me.
And demanded I sign divorce papers.
I resisted until they started torturing me.
The pain became so extreme dying would have been better.
The pain too much to bear, I finally gave in and took the bribe,
A job at another state far away with great pay,
And the promise I’d never contact her again.
I could have tried to fight it legally later,
But I couldn’t afford the justice
Her father’s legal team could.
And I never saw her again.
I stayed in my own class after that,
And married a good, decent woman,
Who like my mother is a hotel maid,
Whose family thought highly of me
And didn’t care about how much stuff I didn’t have.

Bob Boyd

Happy Trails

I heard you went looking for cowboys in Galveston.
Yee haa! Glad you’re no longer in my rodeo.
I wish you the best in your new roundup.
Happy trails to you and never come back.
You stole from me and always eyed others.
You thought I’d put up with your shenanigans.
But this old ironworker is harder than that,
And you made my heart hard as my steel hat.
So go mess with those cowboys, play you games,
Like the one you played so damn sneakily
When you disrespected and cheated on me.

Bob Boyd

Expletives

Though I’m okay with expletives
I never put them in poems

Agreed they can add more than shock value
To the dramatic impact of a poem

But I just don’t feel the need
To use them in my writings

Unlike in my younger years when
I used them unsparingly

And maybe I’d offend someone
Who abhors expletives unlike me

Bob Boyd

Jennifer Brenton (1921-1962)

Born a natural beauty everybody said
Blonde hair cornflower blue eyes
Popular cheerleader in high school
Eyed and pursued by many boys
Didn’t want to get tied down
Bigger dreams than just a wife
After high school graduation
Won a local beauty pageant
Seeking stardom moved to Hollywood
Wanted fame on the silver screen
Took many acting classes
Thought I could became a star like Hepburn
After many auditions got only bit parts
Worked odd jobs in between the roles
Married a famous talent agent
Said he’d make me a star like Hepburn
Got me only more bit parts
None open the door to stardom
Divorced the talent agent
Cheated on me with many women
Years flew by my chances dimmed
I got older and less alluring
A director said my shot was over
Nobody wants to sleep with you
Unable to live with lost looks
And being an undesirable failure
Drank too much booze
Got chronically depressed
Killed myself by jumping
Off the Golden Gate Bridge

Bob Boyd

John the Lionhearted

Having heard the title Richard the Lionhearted
John secretly adopted the title for himself
Like a power mantra to make himself stronger
To make himself a braver, fearless warrior

To strengthen himself and his new image
He took steroids and got bigger and stronger
Became like a newborn undefeatable hulk
Drunk one night in a bar, roaring like a lion

He started a fight with a big off duty cop
Roid rage empowered and warrior crazed
Put him in a headlock and crushed his skull
Now John the Lionhearted is caged in a cell

Bob Boyd

Me and You

So nice chatting with you last night
Who knew love would bloom
Like flowers in a verdant field
Like sunshine rising at dawn
Like the sweet scents of spring
When nature returns to life
When everything is brand new
Like it is with me and you

Bob Boyd

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