A Nonviolent Man with a Violent Woman

A Nonviolent Man with a Violent Woman

He drove as far away as he could from her,
Frightened by her abuse, mindful of her threat to kill him,
Ashamed he had been so unmanly
that he let her abuse of him happen.

Disappointed in himself when he never reported her for stabbing
Him in his shoulder and maybe stopping her violence
By having her jailed for attempting to kill him.

Now a too peaceful, too nonviolent man he realizes he’s a coward,
But at least by fleeing he’s still alive for now,
And no longer trapped in the toxicity of her twisted love.

She stalked him before when he fled to another state,
And give him a near death beating, her love brutal and obsessive.

When he reached Tulsa,Texas, he bought a pistol to shoot her with if
she found him again, which he felt sure she would do.

But when she showed up a year later, with a demonlike look in her blazing eyes
And breathing fire with the torrent of threats she screamed at him
And with a machete in her hand

For the first time in their insane relationship he stood up to her.
He aimed his gun at her enraged face and threatened to shoot her
If she didn’t leave him alone and get the hell out of his life.

When she charged him screaming like a female berserker swinging the machete,
He dropped the gun and let her hack him to death and end his unending fear and misery.

Bob Boyd

Retirement

Saturday rolls around just like another day
Now that he’s retired and liberated from
The workday controls and time constrictions
That ruled his life for over seventy years.
Now that he’s free and no one controls him
Or runs interference on his activities,
He does whatever he pleases.

Bob Boyd

An Old Poet

He wrote his poems just to create
He no longer cared about getting published
He enjoyed the satisfaction of the process
Writing poems about everything he imagined
Amazed at the things he could make up
As an old man with a shrinking brain and body
Like a one last gasp of creative activity
That helped to keep him alive and well

Bob Boyd