Month: September 2024

Fred and Rose West raped their children,
tortured and murdered some of them.
Raped and killed many young women.
Without a doubt none of those victims
deserved such horrific deaths.

How can one account for such infamy
against innocent victims If there’s a
loving God residing in heaven?

Maybe you can believe the victims
had massive karmic debts accrued
from wicked past lives that had
to be paid off with their murders.

Maybe you can believe there’s no God,
so all these nefarious acts upon this
crime-ridden planet are random fates
with no karma or Divinity involved.

Christians often sing God is in control.
I cannot see God in control of such
depravity. Raping and killing one’s
children and murdering many
young and innocent women.

Maybe as some Christians believe
the Prince of Darkness Is the cause
of all the unending evil in this world.
I can see resolution in that belief.

But I cannot accept a Satan caused
The Wests to rape and kill wantonly.
Nor can I fathom why so much
evil runs rampant in so many lives.

Bob Boyd

She said never would she leave him.

She said never would she stop loving him.

She said she’d be his forever,
But that was the real never.

When her new love didn’t work out
And she wanted a second chance with him,

He said never.

Bob Boyd

Baby lions abandoned by mother
Nursed by German Shepard mother
At the nature park.

Separated when baby lions became
Too big and could hurt the dog.

Two years later, German Shepard mother
Runs to full grown lions in the park
Workers fear lions will attack and kill her.

Lions surprised by the dog’s bravery
Smell her and remember who she is
And the dog and the lions lay down together,
Friends and family forever.

Bob Boyd

He saw an ex wife in dreams two nights in a row.
In the first dream she wanted to make love.
In the second dream she asked him for his email twice
And was extremely sad when he refused her requests.
He could not do a rewind after the pain she caused him,
Despite all he had done for her and her disabled son.
He wondered if she was having nagging regrets
Bleeding into his otherwise peaceful dreams.

Bob Boyd

He grew to dislike the peopled world,
Too many crowds of noisy humans,
Too much motion and commotion.
He preferred the quiet, solitary life
Never a bothersome interruption.
Never any tensions or arguments.
Reading and writing many poems,
Passing his days in total tranquility.

Bob Boyd

The couple dismissed the foolish warnings
About the folklore named Forbidden Forest,
Which was only a peaceful, national park.
Supposedly if you went in. You wouldn’t get out
They knew others had hiked it without incident.
They knew they could trek it with comfortable ease.
They’d hiked more challenging trails many times.
They set out in August of nineteen seventy two
And ventured deep into the welcoming wilderness
And never returned from the Forbidden Forest.
Search parties ensued. Rangers, helicopters,
Trackers, search dogs, hundreds of volunteers.
All that was found of them were their hiking shoes.

Bob Boyd

The roars of dandelions cannot be heard,
Except by sensitives who hear hidden sounds:
Growing pains of freshly cut grass –
Seeds bursting through the ground –
Groans of trees withstanding furious winds –
Screams of dandelions beheaded by killer mowers.

Bob Boyd