Day: June 18, 2024

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

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

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