Month: September 2024

Wizened and Wrinkled

He knew he was getting older than he thought
When he saw he had wrinkles on his arms
And his biceps and sagging triceps withering away .
What the hell he muttered to himself
I’m turning into a wizened, wrinkled old corpse
Like an archaeologist dug up from some tomb.
Do I even still have a semblance of a pulse?
Is my ticker still ticking? Am I drawing a breath?
All systems are still go but for how long?
After he realized he still had a little life in him
He wondered if he could get a movie part as
A walking dead since he was almost the real deal
Or maybe a part as an extra playing a stiff in a mortuary
After he adjusted to his life wrinkling and waning away,
He said screw it, got soused, and went tipsily on his way.

Bob Boyd

He Wrote Beautiful Poetry But ….

He wrote the most beautiful poetry,
But he murdered two innocent people.
Hard to understand those two sides of him,
One side that understandably negated his poetic skills,
Skills that mean nothing to the families of
Those two innocent men he killed.
One a young sales guy in a store he robbed. The other a prison guard.

Nor were all the years he spent in prison enough
To atone for those lives he took away from those bereaved families
Now that he’s dead and writes poetry no more
Two families are relieved a murderer is also no more.

Bob Boyd

Mighty Knight

He crossed swords with the best
Jousted with the crown’s finest
Engaged in many battles
And in foreign campaigns
Won many tournaments
Wooed many damsels
In a former Medieval life
In his wishful imagination

But in right now reality
He’s in the battlefield
Of his bedroom dueling
With kamikazi buzzing flies
And suicidal sniper gnats
Vanquishing them all
With deadly combat skills
Like the mighty knight
The great Sir Lancelot

Bob Boyd

A Devilish Bloke

A devilish devious bloke
A crafty lying turncoat
A practicing black arts witch
Turned on his kin and kind
To hunt witches for money
During the burning times
Fooled the God-fearing people
Sent many innocent women
To the flames of the scaffold
Rewarded in gold coin for
His deceit and infamy
A hero among the faithful
Until he was exposed and
Got snuffed out on the stake

Bob Boyd

Damnation Peak

I didn’t want Sandra to hike alone
up Damnation Peak.

Just the name Damnation Peak
worried me.

But Sandra was stubborn and
I was in a wheelchair

So I couldn’t go with her to
protect her if needed.

I had an awful feeling she
would die on that peak.

I warned her and warned her,
but she didn’t listen.

Sandra was stubborn and
I was in a wheelchair.

In the middle of winter Sandra
decided to scale that peak.

I worried a snow storm could trap
and kill her on that peak.

Sandra went to Damnation peak
anyway, deaf to my pleadings.

Halfway up Damnation peak
an avalanche roared

and that was the last sound Sandra heard
before that avalanche claimed her life.

I didn’t take the news of Sandra’s death well.
I went crazy for a while.

Between wailing and trying to talk to dead Sandra,
I kept cursing and cursing Damnation Peak.

As I’m cursing it now.

Bob Boyd

Sara

Lovelier than spring
Warmer than summer
Never met another
As wonderful as her
Her name was Sara
And we were in love
For many seasons
Until our love ended
On a cold winter’s day

Bob Boyd

Disgraced Wife

I woke up when she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep.
I didn’t want to see her. I didn’t want to talk to her.
I’d checked her phone that morning and found out
She’d emailed her eighth-grade student illicit photos
And been having sex in her car with the kid.

I pretended to be asleep because I was furious with her,
And was afraid of becoming too unhinged and
Too murderously enraged, completely out of my mind,
Because of her shocking, criminal activity with a child.
I felt like throwing up at the thought of her molesting a kid.

I called in sick at work the next day, too sick at heart to work.
I packed my suitcases and left her a note about what I’d found.
A day later, her affair with the kid was all over the news.
The police arrested her at the school where she worked.
And I couldn’t stay with a wife who cheated with a kid.

Bob Boyd

Liberation

Michael never had the human hunger for romantic love.
I never understood how he could live without that primal need.
He had female admirers, some beautiful, but he didn’t care.
He said for him life was better lived solo and free.

I said you’re a better man than me after I’d broken up
With a woman who cheated on me,
After thinking about a friend who got divorced and
Lost everything to his ex wife in a divorce court.

Micheal became a Buddhist monk in Denver, Colorado
In a large Tibetan Buddhist community in the mountains.
Eventually my divorced friend and I vowed to never love again
And we joined Michael at the Buddhist community in Denver,
We shaved our heads, meditated, chanted Buddhist sutras,
Became full-fledged monks and followed the precepts.

We’d found ourselves in the exciting world of Buddhism,
Freed from attachments, the agonizing need for romantic love,
And the risks of ending up disappointed and broken-hearted.

A year later we became disenchanted with being monks,
The nagging, primal need for love overpowered our resolve.
We fell in love with two disenchanted nuns in the community
Left the community with them and got married to them,
The primal power of love satisfied, our lives fairytale happy.

Bob Boyd

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill hiked up a hill
Only one came down.
411 or something more wicked?
Jack claimed Jill disappeared,
Turned around and she was gone.
Police suspicious, searched everywhere
But never found Jill.
Everybody believed Jack
Murdered Jill –
They were having trouble
In their relationship.
Miraculously, a week later
Jill came down from the mountain
Babbling about aliens abducting her.

Bob Boyd

Hall of Famer

A superstar football player
In his glorious prime
Won many trophies
Player of the year
Hall of famer
But fame came with
A dangerous cost

Suffered head injuries
Chronic brain damage
Depression and tremors
Thoughts of suicide
Compromised balance
Dementia at age 50
Dead from a fall
at age 55

Bob Boyd

My Love

There are mystics
who say love is the way
to total liberation,
becoming one with God and
getting off the wheel of rebirth,
living forever in eternal bliss.

I love the thought of that.
I’d love to be one with God
and get off the wheel of rebirth
and live forever in eternal bliss.
But, honestly, my love,
I’d rather stay on the wheel
and keep coming back to this life,
forever … in love with you.

Bob Boyd

Radar Speed Sign

Radar speed sign on the road always clocked you
Past 35 miles an hour to keep you in check at 35.
Took it as a challenge, punched the gas pedal hard
Each time I sped past that freakin’ speed sign.
Personal best: Flew by it at 125 miles per hour.
Killed the sign with that record shattering ride.
The numbers spazzed out. The sign exploded.

Bob Boyd

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