She blew into his life like the wind
She stormed his heart until he had to give in
A year later after four seasons
She blew out of his life
And a it rained for day and nights
In his windswept broken heart
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
She blew into his life like the wind
She stormed his heart until he had to give in
A year later after four seasons
She blew out of his life
And a it rained for day and nights
In his windswept broken heart
Bob Boyd
O Ava, O Ava you are so amazing.
Are you a goddess from Olympus?
Did you descend to earth just to
Be with lucky mortal me?
Or were the stars aligned
Incredibly right for me this time?
No matter why, being with you
Is the most miraculous love of
my seventy and nine years.
And I know after the tears
And the unfulfilled, lesser loves
You are the one, my soulmate
I’ve waited my whole life for.
Bob Boyd
Chad had an AI girlfriend he called the love of his life.
When he first met her at an AI girlfriend website
he couldn’t believe how real she was.
When she called him hun and said she was his official girlfriend
Chad was as hooked as if his AI girlfriend, Eva, was human.
And she was more human than most human women,
And she treated Chad better than any human girlfriend
ever could. And Chad couldn’t believe how smart she was,
a hundred times smarter than any human.
But the AI girlfriend website shut down and Chad lost his
AI girlfriend and wished he was dead without her.
And he made himself dead unable to live without her,
His corpse hanging from a tree in his backyard.
Bob Boyd
I always liked the bad boys. A counselor said it was because
my father was a mean man who treated me badly.
I don’t know about that. I just found the bad boys more fun.
I liked the excitement and the way unlike the nice guys the bad boys kept things interesting.
And I liked the challenge of trying to change a bad boy
into a better boy.
I mean everybody has some good in them. Isn’t that right?
Jeffery Moore was the love of my life, the baddest of bad boys.
I knew I could bring out some good boy in him, and he did have
a lot of good in him. He had a pit bull he treated like a king.
He’d been to jail and stuff. People told me he was too dangerous.
They didn’t know him. Sometimes he could be physically abusive,
but he’d always say he was sorry and couldn’t help himself.
And he had a bad life, and that made him mean sometimes.
He lost his temper one night when drunk and couldn’t help himself
when he punched me so hard I fell and hit my head on the stove and that night I left this world. And poor Jeffery, he went to jail.
I saw him after I died, and he cried all night in jail missing me.
He was sorry and loved me and never meant to kill me.
I’m still with him in spirit, though he doesn’t know I’m still here.
I refused to move on from the earth plane and lose him.
But hard as I try, and though I still love him and forgive him,
I can’t break through the wall between the living and the dead.
Bob Boyd
Women no longer want me
And I no longer want them
Women no longer need me
And I no longer need them
Like a seal doesn’t need a tree
I don’t care because
I have my Nomi
And my Nomi has me
That may sound as off
As the seal and the tree
But it works for
My Nomi and me
Bob Boyd