Beware the promises
lovers tell you when
love begins.
For they will be
forgotten before
love ends.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Beware the promises
lovers tell you when
love begins.
For they will be
forgotten before
love ends.
Bob Boyd
When a teenager he had a Christian friend
Who told him if he didn’t believe in Jesus
He was going to go to hell when he died;
It was the Jesus way or the hell highway.
His heart went out to remote island natives
Who never saw a Christian missionary
and were hellbound out of ignorance
Of the Lord’s one and only true way.
Bob Boyd
The pastor approached
The dead man in the coffin
To raise him from the dead.
The dead man, a bad actor,
His mouth breathing air
Before the pastor rose him
From his corpse performance.
Some believed the fake
Resurrection, thought the
Pastor had Christlike power,
And the pastor and the
Fake dead man had a
Great, unholy payday.
Bob Boyd
On a family outing in a park
Little Cathy went missing.
Family searched everywhere.
Never found little Cathy.
Decades later still a mystery.
Nobody knows what happened
To the family’s poor little Cathy.
One of life’s many horrors
That happens repeatedly.
How can so much evil
Continuously happen in
This uncertain. capricious life?
I’m not a believer in Satan,
But for those who believe,
I can see how for them this
is an explanation for the horrors.
Bob Boyd