Day: July 3, 2024

She said the sands of our time had ran out
She loved to speak endlessly in cliches
I said fine by me our love is like a dried up desert
She said you don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it
I said good by me lose our worn out relationship
She said all’s well that ends well
I said then end it and go
She said departure is such sweet sorrow
I said methinks it’s bittersweet
She said lets kiss and make up
I said love can find a way

Bob Boyd

Met a woman named Angel
Angel or Devil I wondered
Or maybe a bit of both
Publically a perfect Angel
Privately a conniving Devil
Loved her public persona
But her private one
Scared the hell of of me

Bob Boyd

Keen eyed robin glides to the ground
Wings outstretched eyes penetrating
Lands gracefully with beak ready
No eyed worm feels predator vibration
Too late he realizes death is at hand
Robin plucks him out of the ground
Worm too slow to make an escape
Worm sees his whole life before him
Rubin hungrily devours worm
Worm sees white tunnel of light
And burrows his way through it
To his dark underground heaven
His true home of infinite bliss

Bob Boyd