Month: July 2024

COVID didn’t kill me
Cancer didn’t either
Death’s nice tries
Of course I’m not
Bulletproof to the
Inevitable in this
Time running out
Temporary life
I just got lucky
Twice

Death still his its
Eyes on me and
Knows I can’t
Get lucky forever
As my body loses
Its resistance to It
And the gears in
My mind might
Eventually start
Slipping and maybe

I’ll die a torturous
Protracted death
But when death
Closes my eyes
And I’m dead
I go to my real
Home and I win

Bob Boyd

The night falls
I wake up
The moon is full
I am morphing
The prey is hiding
I am hunting
The forest is quiet
I am howling

Bob Boyd

Brianna there never was or will be anyone like you.
None other could ever compare to magnificent you.
Even though the years stole you looks and your figure,
At eighty six you are still a royal princess among women.
And I don’t understand why heaven hasn’t taken you yet.
Perhaps in this chaotic world your angelic presence is still needed,
Like a brilliant light in the midst of all the never ending darkness.

Bob Boyd

Lonely days and nights without you
Seems it wasn’t long ago when we were forever
Seems our love was a never ending romance
Yet fate had different ideas, destroyed our love
When the waves snatched you off that seaside cliff
And buried you somewhere under the deep sea
Now you’re gone and I cry seas of tears every day
And I’m so lost without wonderful sweet you

Bob Boyd

Chronically ill Harry took so many pills he felt like a walking pharmacy,
Pills for this, pills for that, pills for diseases he couldn’t pronounce.
He even had a big tray to assort all his pills and the times he took them.
One dark winter’s day when Harry had a new chronic body ache
The doctor prescribed Harry another pill and Harry’s spirit sank at
Having to take yet another pill, and he said it was one pill too many.
Feeling like he was only a dead man walking kept alive by 20 pills,
He dumped all his pills in the trash and felt a joyous sense of relief.
Pill free and liberated from all that medicine, he died the next day
With a smile on his face no longer suffering and artificially alive.

Bob Boyd

Her girlfriends called her Anna Bobanna;
It made her and everyone laugh,
She was a natural born comedienne
And quite a bit more than that.
She saw her comedy as a form of Service.
Every night on stage she gladdened many hearts
With laughter and lots of happiness that eased their woes,
And made them see that laughter truly healed hearts.
Anna Bobanna may not have been a Catholic Saint,
But she could have been with all the hearts she healed.

Bob Boyd

Harry collected the garbage on our street
Always cheerful and kind, he stood out
Summer, spring, fall and winter
Harry always showed up with a smile
Everybody said he had a certain something
It was kind of like an unexplainable glow
That emanated out of his face and his smile
He never went to church but believed in God
And talking to him was like talking to a monk
He had what could be called an inner piety
When he died of a massive heart attack
Hundreds attended his solemn funeral
And before the casket was lowered
Into the freshly dug large burial hole
Luminous white light poured out of it
And sort of like the holy spirit tongues
In the Biblical holy Day of Pentecost
The light entered into every one there
Filling them with inexpressible peace and joy
A supernatural holy goodbye from Harry

Bob Boyd

Never saw anyone who could kick a football like you
Or kick footballs in off limits areas everywhere
Over giant trees, buildings, and stately mansions too
Saw you kick that football over a police station once
Startled police thought it was some kind of bomb
You got apprehended immediately after the kick
And the boys in blue kicked the crap out of you

Bob Boyd

Saw you in a dream last night,
Red dress, blonde hair, beautiful,
Slender, aesthetic, perfectly poised,
Melodious, sultry, sweet voice.
Woke up, realized you were
None of that, but despite your
Imperfections and none of
Those inflated dream ideals,
You were beautiful to me and
Better than any fake dream.
And besides I’m far from
Perfect too and so in love
With beautiful to me you.

Bob Boyd

Fish like features
Lateral line
Gills
Swimming tails
Functional lungs
Diet changing
Drastically
Limbless
Larva stage
One day
I’ll be
Living my
Best life
As a full
Grown
Croaking frog

Bob Boyd

Children so innocent
Seeming beyond sin
Close to angelic
Like little angels
Hard to understand
How some grow up
And become so evil

Bob Boyd

Soldiers marching in a parade
Boots stomping on the ground
A proud patriotic sight
A necessary deterrent
To enemy attacks
Or if goose stepping
In Nazi Germany
A part of the heinous
Final Solution

Bob Boyd

She was like a will-o’-wisp
As mysteries and ethereal
And maybe elemental
She passed by me
And said hello one day
In the hall of my workplace
I asked others about her
They said her name was
Linnea and that she had
Died over a week ago

Bob Boyd

He Heard a strange hissing sounds coming from his barn,
Something paranormal in the night he wondered, scared.
The eerie sounds ceased, and he could not find the source.
Some kind of vanishing ghosts or worse?
Heard it again next night, brought a gun and a flashlight,
Heard a whooshing sound inside the barn,
Only wind blowing through an open window.
At last he found the source of the hissing sounds,
A proud barn owl looking straight at him.

Bob Boyd

Hit the lottery mucho bigtime
Bought sport cars and mansions
Beautiful women came after me
Said it wasn’t about the money
An average-looking dude of 33
Got me a first class trophy wife
A freakin’ hot blonde model
With a bodacious smokin’ bod

Spent my winnings like a maniac
On stuff for myself I didn’t need
And designer clothes and jewelry
For best thing ever happened to me wife
Lived like a freakin’ king for two years
Ate at the best restaurants in town
Took trips all over the freakin’ world

All was kosher and tres cool
Until the winnings ran clean out
Lost everything, freakin’ fool I was
The trophy wife left me toot sweet
For a new lottery winning dude

Bob Boyd

Brad and Sarah had a happy marriage,
Good jobs, kids, and house with picket fence.
Friends and neighbors envied their perfect love.
Brad worked long hours managing a retail store.
Sarah worked as secretary for a Baptist Church.

Sarah discovered social media, got addicted.
Pasted many photos of herself on Facebook,
Followed family and friends and others there.
Received many compliments about her looks.
The flattery raised her self esteem, enjoyed it.

Even handsome men praised her for her beauty;
Their attentions blew up her ego, kindled desires.
Began chatting back and forth with them.
Posted sexy photos of herself on Facebook.
A year later an affair and a nasty divorce.

Brad found out she had been cheating on him
With a Facebook paramour for seven months.
Brad now has the kids; Sarah pays child support.
Her Facebook paramour is with another woman.
Sarah blames Facebook for her failed marriage,
But still goes there and exhibits herself.

Bob Boyd

Lightning quick
Rarely seen
Live in
Many tunnels
Store food there
Incredibly cute
Brown and Orange
Colored fur body
Striking stripes
Cheeks puffed
Up with food
Deposited in
Tunneled burrow
Hoards
Cutest animal
Ever

Bob Boyd

I was tired of all the BS about supposed evil dolls,
The nonsense about them being cursed or possessed.
When my aunt a foolish believer in all paranormal things
Bought a raggedy doll named The Evil Victoria,
I guffawed at her paying $1,000 for that obvious fake.
When that healthy woman died of unknown causes
A day later, I didn’t entertain suspicious conclusions.
When my uncle took over store and died the same way,
I more than began to entertain those suspicious conclusions.
And not wanting to see or touch the doll to throw it out,
I torched the store right after my uncle died and left it to me.
It burned to the ground reduced to smoldering ashes,
But that damn doll remained sitting and smiling in a chair
Untouched by the burning flames of the fire.

Bob Boyd

He hated the way his sister always said jeepers creepers.
Although he loved all her clever pranks she played on him.
So he wasn’t surprised that after she died at age eighty seven
He woke up a day after her funeral and
Heard her say jeepers creepers inside his head.

Bob Boyd

Leaves swaying on tall trees
A soothing breeze stirring them
Perhaps the wind’s shift is
Pleasurable to the leaves and
A change from the routine
Of the hanging stillness that
Is a leaf’s usual daily life
But imagine if leaves could
Communicate in some
Undetectable way and
Leaf talked to hundreds of
other leaves they hung
Out with

Bob Boyd