The ancient rock
A thousand stories
It keeps to itself
Experts cannot unravel
These intriguing tales
They have no clue
It’s just an old rock
Nothing to say
They believe
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
The ancient rock
A thousand stories
It keeps to itself
Experts cannot unravel
These intriguing tales
They have no clue
It’s just an old rock
Nothing to say
They believe
Bob Boyd
She stumbled drunk out of a bar at 2am.
Her friends, drunk too, had deserted her.
Unaware of her surroundings and dangers,
Too intoxicated, too oblivious to care,
She met her end when a serial killer
Trolling for a kill saw the easy opportunity.
Don’t victim blame, some women said.
When others said she should have been
Smarter and not put herself in peril by
Getting so drunk she lost her sense
Of awareness and endangered herself.
Bob Boyd
Old man taking a stroll on a sunny morning.
Pack of young kids follow him, challenge him to a fight.
Old man, too old and too sick to defend himself, refuses.
Pack of young kids attack and batter him to the ground.
Miracuously, the old man survives but hospitalized.
Pack of thugs in the making considered him fair game.
Old people now face more random attacks and robberies.
Whatever happened to respect for the elderly?
Bob Boyd