Month: September 2024

In the misty air of uncertainty
He began to get some clarity
He pondered his wasted life
Spent in drunken binges
And lost jobs and wives
Some wives he abused
Just as he was about to
Recreate a new himself
Two brothers of an ex wife
Beat the life out of him
For beating their sister
Who nearly died from
The beating he gave her
Justice served in a way
But the timing was so bad
When he wanted to make
Amends and become a
Reformed and better man

Bob Boyd

Right out of the womb stricken with cancer,
Poor little Liza Lella coming into the world like that.
The compassionate cancer doctor did what she could,
And Liza cried all the way through the ineffective treatments.
The doctor and the parents quietly thought to themselves
Why would a loving God allow this infant to suffer?
Little Liza Lella died at only six months old.
The doctor and her parents cried and cried at the injustice of it.
Unbeknownst to them little Liza Lella was happy in heaven
Spared from the murder that awaited her at age eighteen.

Bob Boyd

She was elegantly beautiful
She was uniquely wonderful
She was always personable
Attended all the social affairs
But in her middle age years
Her beauty began to wane
She became less wonderful
Began having mood swings
Began losing her temper
Became like a sour reclusive
And retired from the world

Bob Boy

She never believed in ghosts
Until one began haunting her
First she heard its voice
Telepathically inside her head
Like an alternate frequency
Transmitted out of the afterlife
Then the entity exposed itself
A payback from the beyond
Husband she poisoned to death
Haunted her day and night
Tried to have him exorcized
By a Catholic Priest Exorcist
The prayers and threats failed
Just made his spirit stronger
Drove her mad and suicidal
Until she hung herself to death
On a tree outside her house
On a spooky Halloween night

Bob Boyd

Twenty eight, mother of two
Diagnosed with colon cancer
In three months she’ll be dead
She bravely accepts her fate
But wonders why her
Why does she have to die
At so young an age
A kind and caring woman
With a husband and kids
While others go on living
She tries to stay positive
And believe God has a
Greater plan for her
But it’s a hard sell

Bob Boyd

Once an idyllic small town
Peaceful, crime-free, enjoyable
Today a massive metropolis
Clamorous, crime-ridden, maddening
Progress and greedy politicians
Destroyed the small town shangri-la

Bob Boyd

Elderly and low income
They huddled under their blankets
In the freezing winter night
They couldn’t afford the high costs
of heating their small Apartment
Temperatures fell below zero
The blankets not enough to
Keep away the deadly cold
Hypothermia assailed them
In the morning they were dead

Bob Boyd

Elated in our youth
Every night a party
Always up for excitement
Seldom a care
Lived for the high times
And the bright lights
Of our exuberant happy days
Never saw the dark clouds
Or the thunder and lightning
Coming into our carefree lives
Until the nights of Kristallnacht
Shattered our happy days
And put out our lights

Bob Boyd

Is the afterlife compartmentalized?
Do we go to a place where people we knew and liked are?
Do others go to a place where people they knew and liked are?
Do we just reside in a place with people and angelic beings agreeable to us?
I can’t envision an afterlife where we would bump into disagreeable people or annoying strangers.
I can’t envision an afterlife where we would suffer divisive individuals or intolerable agitators.
But, let’s say if you led a wicked life and harmed many people,
Maybe you go to a place with the disagreeable, annoying, divisive, agitating people.
Maybe that would be your hell.

Bob Boyd

Like a princess in public
She fooled everyone
Like an evil witch in private
She fooled everyone
Until she got exposed
For who she really was
And she obliterated herself
From public view
Did a lot of self reflection
Got a lot of counseling
Eventually because
A bona fide princess
Publicly and privately

Bob Boyd

Many have seen him in near death experiences.
Many have felt his presence in prayers.
Some have been blessed with visions of him.
Some have had miraculous encounters with him
That irrevocably changed their lives forever.
Some have been healed of lifelong afflictions.
Some have been transformed from criminals to saints
Who dedicated their once self-destructive lives
To following him: Jesus The Christ, Light of the world.

Bob Boyd

My dog Bo has a sixth sense.
He sees what I cannot see
When he wags his tail
At something in the air
And acts as if petted.
I could only see what he saw
When I saw it clearly in a dream.
He saw my angelic, dead sister
Come down from the heavens,
A halo around her head,
To bless and protect both of us,
A guardian angel from above.

Bob Boyd

The birds no longer sing in the tree
Squirrels no longer frolic in it
Leaves have abandoned it
Nobody sits under it

Like an old person
It is withering and dying
Soon it will be dismembered
And carted away
Without any tears
Without a wake

A once beautiful tree
Bursting with life
Nevermore
Gone evermore

Bob Boyd

An old weather worn statue of the Virgin Mary
Stands in their backyard unattended,
Solitary with no saints there as friends,
I wonder if that statue is infused with Mary.
If so, is she sending prayers to heaven
For the good of them and the world?
Or is that statue of the Virgin Mary
Merely an old statue and nothing more.
Or is that life size replication of Mary
Like a backyard shrine fortifying their faith?
If so, I believe there’s some Godly good in that.

Bob Boyd

My girlfriend left
For another guy
My cat ran away
My dog died
My car broke down
I got laid off
From my job
Of twenty years
My doctor says
I’ve got cancer
And there is a
Monsoon outside

Bob Boyd

I’m leaving she said
I said okay
She said you’re not going to try to stop me
I said no you’re like a free agent
She said you’re not going to beg me to stay
I said I’m too proud to beg and too respectful
To try to talk you out of leaving
Baffled she decided to give us another chance
She decided to stay
Unbaffled I decided to leave

Bob Boyd

Kings and Queens
Princesses and Princes
Knights and Ladies
Kingdoms and Fiefdoms
Castles and Moats
O how I love Medieval History
Battles and Conquests
Bows drawn
Swords clanging
Knives stabbing
Lances piercing
Thousands slain
Massive carnage
Ungoverned bloodshed
O how I hate how bloody it was

Bob Boyd

She always used the expression smart as a whip
To describe people she deemed intelligent.
He hated that expression; it made no sense.
The only connection with smart to a whip
Was when your body smarted when it whipped you.
She never liked it when he said a person was cool
As if a temperature meant someone extra special.
They never told each other about those dislikes,
Their love more important than insignificant issues.

Bob Boyd

All she wanted was peace and harmony.
All he wanted was trouble and discord.
They tried to keep their relationship together
For three grating and insane years
Until they drove each other crazy,
Till their doctors prescribed them pills to
Medicate their minds and relationship ills.
Miraculously after that they lived happily ever after.

Bob Boyd

She liked watching the birds at her birdfeeder
Fluttering about the feeder seeking seeds
Until rogue squirrels scared the birds away
And ate all the birdseed and angered her.
Half crazy from the get go, she screamed
And charged the marauding squirrels,
Tripped and fell on her angry face.
The fall brought her to sane senses.
She bought a squirrel proof bird feeder.
And graciously fed the squirrels corn,
A satisfying compromise for each and all.

Bob Boyd