Month: October 2024

At 12 o’clock am you came knocking
Again, and again, and again
You foul, evil thing
You tried to beguile him
Again, and again, and again
But he was more powerful than you
And not fooled by your incomparable beauty
Yet, you persisted
Night, after night, after night
Until he summoned a familiar
From the depths of his id
You never imagined he had
Darkness against darkness
Horror against horror
Too terrifying
Too formidable
For foul, evil you
Too late you learned
Disembodied, dead
Succubus

Holy, devout deviant studying to be a priest
Hoping God would heal all the evil in him.
In his last year in seminary still unhealed,
Killed a young woman behind Salisbury Station.
After the murder, he got assigned to a parish in Italy,
Killed seven more young women, never got caught.
Overcome with heinous bloodlust, got careless.
Murdered a young woman in the confessional.
Right before the police were ready to arrest him,
He hung himself to death in the church’s chapel,
Went to Hell and became one of the Devil’s own.

Bob Boyd

She had a paranormal feeling about her
The villagers who knew her saw the proof
When the witch hunters came for her.
She uttered a powerful curse and
The witch hunters turned into blazing flames,
Their charred bodies, smoking remains.
She had her psychic eyes on Raymond,
A predatory Roman Catholic priest.
With her second sight she saw
He had raped a local deaf woman,
Who was also mentally ill, and he
Had molested two altar boys
And was lusting for more victims.
She had no respect for his religion
She followed the ancient ways
And she consider the Catholic
Priest’s church a house of hell
Because of his devilish inequities.
She performed a vengeance ritual
That commanded the night skies.
That night a lightning bolt stuck and
Killed the priest and other bolts
Stuck his church and it went down
In monstrous burning flames.

Bob Boyd

Wendigo Wendigo where did you go?
I’ve searched for you everywhere high and low.
Are you afraid of my Werewolf prowess?
Does my howl render you powerless?
Someday under an auspicious full moon
I’ll find you and your body I will hewn
Before you die I’ll say this is for Sue
My sister you killed in 2002.

Bob Boyd

Boulders made of granite
Fields of them
Making people
Disappear in them
No one knows how
Or why
Some think UFOs
Live under them
Another theory
Maybe a portal
Or two
Is the clue
But nobody
Knows for sure
More 411
Disappearances

Bob Boyd

Al and his wife Eleanor inhabited a tiny house off grid in mystical Taos, New Mexico.
For a while their lives were idyllic living off the Taos desert land
Before an obscure band of zombies, unreported by the MSM,
Their origin story unknown as mysterious as UAPs,
Roamed Taos rabidly seeking unsuspecting human prey.
While Eleanor was tending her garden of prickly pear cacti
Behind their tiny house, the sun ducked behind a dark cluster of clouds in the New Mexico skies,
A pitiful little girl zombie approached her crying and growling
Not suspecting a zombie, but thinking the child in shock, her body in tatters,
Perhaps from an awful auto accident maiming her body and mind,
Eleanor, a woman of great compassion, concerned, worried for the innocent little girl
Invited her into her house to console her and dress her wounds
And drive her to the Holy Cross Medical Center for medical attention.
Al wasn’t home at that time, hiking in the environs, enjoying the flora and the sunny day.
Before Eleanor could help the girl, she bit Eleanor on the jugular vein and
After a few unheard gurgling screams, the wound fatal, Eleanor died.
The little girl zombie feasted on her for a few moments, her young appetite easily sated
And ambled away at a frightfully fast pace for a zombie.
Eleanor rose from the dead pretty much brain dead and zombified.
Al returned home horrified; he’d seen enough zombie movies
To know Eleanor’s irreversible plight, not wanting to share her fate
He locked Eleanor out of their house and prayed for a miraculous restoration of Eleanor’s former living life every night.
After one week of Eleanor scratching and pounding on their front door,
Al missed her desperately, despite the deal breakers of her walking dead disease,
And still loving her like the in sickness and in health marriage vow they solemnly shared in a little Methodist church in Idaho
He opened the door and took her in his arms while she
Bit into his jugular and ended his free spirit life.
Somehow her romantic instincts, her wifely loyalty, survived her zombically deactivated mind.
When Al returned to life zombified, she kissed him on what remained of his face,
And they walked withered hand in withered hand to some distant neverland,
Proving even for the zombified – love can find a way.

Bob Boyd

I heard the horrifying howls
That chilled my blood
That terrified me
That froze my body
And I knew another
Person was going to
Be shredded to pieces
On that full moon night
And I knew the beast
Was coming for me
I barred my doors
Locked my windows
Loaded my shogun
With regular bullets
Hoping without silver
My shots could stop him
The werewolf smashed
The door open with ease
And leaped upon me
Before I could shoot
A miracle happened
Huge hairy hands
Pulled him off me
And strangled him
To a whining death
Bigfoot to the rescue

Bob Boyd

I was tired of all the BS about supposed evil dolls,
The nonsense about them being cursed or possessed.
When my aunt a foolish believer in all paranormal things
Bought a raggedy doll named The Evil Victoria,
I guffawed at her paying $1,000 for that obvious fake.
When that healthy woman died of unknown causes
A day later, I didn’t entertain suspicious conclusions.
When my uncle took over store and died the same way,
I more than began to entertain those suspicious conclusions.
And not wanting to see or touch the doll to throw it out,
I torched the store right after my uncle died and left it to me.
It burned to the ground reduced to smoldering ashes,
But that damn doll remained sitting and smiling in a chair
Untouched by the burning flames of the fire.

Bob Boyd

he used to ward off vampires
with his trusty Christian cross

his never failing vampiric repellent
that vanquished those fiends

he’d flash it in their fanged faces
and poof they were done

but a new strain of vampires
were resistant to the cross

one grabbed it out of his hand
and broke it in two pieces

as if it were a flimsy toy
as if it had no more power

his only saving grace
was the stake
he pulled out of his belt
and stabbed the vampire
in the heart with
and prayed the stake
would never lose
its power

the vampire done
melted into the floor
and was no more
far as he knew

Bob Boyd

John Worthington lived in the 12 century.
He never believed the stories about vampires,
nonsense he always decried.

But in the stillness of a foreboding night,
he heard the scream of a damsel attacked.
With his sword drawn, he rushed to her aid
and saw a fang-toothed fiend about to
sink his fangs into her unwilling throat.

The grotesque creature turned and hissed,
bared its fangs and charged at him. Almost
unstrung by that horrifying, menacing sight,
he back up a bit before he regained his nerve
and cleaved the fiend’s head off with his sword.

He carved a stake from a nearby branch of a tree
and slammed it into the undead vampire’s heart.
And he never doubted the existence of vampires again.

Bob Boyd

fifteen-year-old Danny identified as a dog
his parents and his teachers went along with it
even when he barked too loud
at home and in school
he slept in a dog house in his room
he wagged his imaginary tale
his mother fed him soybean doggy bones
his gender fluid girlfriend Emma
took him for walks on a long leash
everything was grand until Danny growled at a pitbull
and the pitbull tore the shit out of him
now Danny identifies as a fire breathing dragon
and plans to scorch that pitbull into oblivion
once he heals from all the torn flesh and the bites

Bob Boyd

He always felt he was connected to the cosmos.
He wondered if he was close to becoming enlightened.
He pondered the mysteries of the universe day and night.
He died without attaining enlightenment.
He needed more incarnations
to climb higher on the evolutionary ladder.
But he’d been preternaturally advanced
for a single-celled amoeba.
Maybe he had buckets of bad karma
in a former life and had to
take a step backward
to atone for heinous behaviors
as that lower rung amoeba
with his human consciousness still intact.
But I’m just guessing.

Bob Boyd

Fred told me
he was going back with Nora.
I cautioned him
it will be great
for about a month
she’ll be changed
you’ll be changed,
a blissful honeymoon
phase.
then Nora and
you will become
your real selves again
and be restuck in the rut
of a rotting relationship.
Fred didn’t take my advice
six months later
Nora drove him crazy
Fred drove Nora crazy
and they broke up again.

Bob Boyd

Full moons had a strange
lunar effect on him.
He wasn’t a werewolf.
He didn’t go bat crap crazy.
He didn’t go temporarily insane,
Or maybe he did a little.
When the moon was full he
claimed to have lived on it
In a long ago former life.
He said the moon had been
Populated millions of years
Ago by inhabitants like him.
He did look a little weird;
So it almost seemed true.
And during those full moons.
He would talk In a strange
language intermittently
Unlike any language on
Earth which made you wonder.

Bob Boyd

My last thought when the vampire bit my jugular vein
And I began to pass out and thought I was going to die.

I came to about an hour later.
I couldn’t believe I was still alive.

But I knew I had been cursed with the vampire virus,
And I hungered for human blood.

Yet somehow I didn’t have it in me to kill another human
Or turn one into a vampire like me.

So I learned to draw my own blood and sate myself on it.

Remembering fictional vampire lore, I decided to look in a mirror
To see if I was there. I wasn’t. Not even a shadow. Not even a trace.

Desperate to try to end the curse, I grabbed the large wooden cross on my wall
And pressed it firmly against my chest and prayed to God
To deliver me from the curse. It didn’t work.

My girlfriend knocked at my door. When I opened it she looked shocked,
Said I looked sick and had a pale, ghoulish complexion.

As I stood there eyeing her jugular vein I became irresistibly driven by a desire
To feed on her rich young blood.

I dastardly mesmerized her rendering her unable to resist my vampiric intentions,
Bit her in the jugular vein and sucked blood out of her.

Curiously, I had no qualms about what I did to her. My conscience had been obliterated.
When my girlfriend came to and displayed her fangs, we went into the night in search of prey.

Bob Boyd

When night covers Forbidden Park
During full moon phases
Werewolves emerge and howl
Aliens and cryptids scatter
Sleeping flowers awake frightened
Spring grass shudders
Sedate rocks tremble
Teens getting drunk in the park
Scream and try to run away
All werewolf prey

Bob Boyd

On a creepy night I lay in bed
Foreboding thoughts inside my head
Before I fall into a surreal sleep.

In an unwanted nightmare encounter
I see my dead ex wife shapeshift
Into a red-eyed, menacing demon.

Then she morphs into a night hag
And sits on my comatose-like chest.
My body unable to move,
My mind unable to depart
From the disturbing nightmare,
I scream myself awake.

My senses calmed down
I Remember my dead wife
Dabbled in black magic.
I wonder if she’s become
A demon in some ghastly hell,
And if she’ll haunt and attack me
In another night hag nightmare.

Bob Boyd

A weasilly rabbit trapper tried to ply his trade in a vortex park
unaware of the vortex and the dangers in the park after dark.
He snuck in with his rabbit lures and rabbit traps
oblivious of the high strangeness and the nighttime terrors.
He planted his lures and his traps throughout the terrain.
He twiddled his thumbs and waited for hours in vain.
Then at last! He heard a rabbit squealing and screaming.
He ran to the trap, elated and beaming until he
got sucked into the deadly void of the vortex, the
Trickster and Protector of all animals in the park.

Bob Boyd

he was obsessed with UFOs
his room was decorated
with pictures of them.

he had model UFOs dangling from
his bedroom ceiling.

he talked about UFOs and aliens
all the damn time.

people got bored with him;
they thought he was a kook.

he dreamed of meeting aliens
and taking a ride on a UFO.

one day he said he could
contact aliens,

something he called
close encounters of the fifth kind.

everybody felt he’d gone crazy
talking such nonsense

until they saw a UFO over his house
and they never saw him again.

Bob Boyd

Angela Barnes and her sister Jenny
went hiking in the Yosemite National Park.
Seasoned hikers, they knew what they were doing.
They had all the necessary gear and a Garmin inReach
in case they got lost and had no phone coverage
in the depths of the sprawling national park.
After an hour of hiking, Jenny turned to Angela
to ask her a question and walked into a portal
and completely vanished, as if swallowed by it.
Angela jumped back, screamed, and
hysterically kept calling, “Jenny! Jenny! Jenny! ….”
But Jenny was gone and couldn’t hear her
And became yet another Missing 411.
And Angela still cries whenever she thinks of Jenny.

Bob Boyd

He became so crazed with the
loss of his young, beautiful love
dead at only twenty-two
it seemed like a sin against humanity

he went insane
and dug up her corpse
took it home
embraced it every night
despite the foul decaying odor

maybe because of a strange, romantic fate
maybe because of a rotting corpse disease
he died cradling her in his arms
in his foul-smelling deathbed

Bob Boyd

he takes pills everyday
to keep himself alive
to keep the pain away
to keep a stroke from
numbing his mind or
killing him completely

sometimes he wonders
if all those pills are
worth living a little longer
or if he should chuck
the pills and let mother
nature embrace him to
death in her arms

Bob Boyd

he felt sorry for her having
had cancer three times

he also admired her
she was a warrior

she was sweet and
so nice to talk to

she wasn’t born a looker
but looked good enough

he suggested they
correspond by email

she smiled and wrote
down his email

he was so much older
than her

so he didn’t expect
anything romantic

she never emailed him
he wasn’t disappointed

he was old enough to
be her grandfather

he understood she
was probably not good with it

and changed her mind
about emailing him

and he knew with hindsight
he was better off without it

Bob Boyd

Milly told me she had
butterflies for pets.

Surprised, I wondered
where she kept them.

When I got to apartment
and she opened the door

her apartment was full
of hundreds of butterflies.

Sure it looked cool, but
it was all too much for me.

I left her with some of
her butterflies flying
behind me.

Cool to see, but way
too much for me.

Bob Boyd

In ancient China poetry was revered,
Seemingly more than today,
618-907 CE Tang Dynasty days,
High age of Chinese aristocracy,
Dream times for talented poets.
Du fu, Li Po, Want Wei and more
How I love those poets.

Bob Boyd

He never had any affection;
nobody gave it to him.
Unwanted as a baby,
sent to an orphanage.
Had to make his way
in his life alone
and unloved.
Than he met
a beautiful woman
who saw the untapped
love inside of him and
gave him so much
affection it made up
for the lack of it
in his lovelorn life.

Bob Boyd

Sad days and heartaches everyday
happen all over this uncertain world.
It doesn’t matter if you’re an optimist
and always see the good in it.
It doesn’t make any difference;
It doesn’t lighten the weighty load
of all the suffering and sorrow
in this ever troubled existence.
But it can lighten one’s load
if one can rise above the sorrows
And roll with the heartaches
and, to quote Apostle Paul,
“fight the good fight.” And keep at it
till the end of your remaining days

Bob Boyd

He attained all his goals,
climbed all the mountains,
had all the successes
he ever desired.

He worked countless hours
to reach the top of the peak.

And burned out on that peak
and had a nervous breakdown
when he had no more
mountains to climb.

Bob Boyd

I kept getting kicked out of high school.
I was a rebellious, troubled kid.

The days I was kicked out I’d go to the pool hall
and play pool kind of as pre-punishment therapy,

dreading going home and because I knew
I was going to get a beating from my father.

I’d take the beating and his overblown rage
and hate him after he went off on me,

but I’d act up again in high school
unbeaten by the beatings.

that just made me badder and
chronically rebellious,

and I hated authority all the more
but I enjoyed the free time to play pool.

and I still hate authority, but not as much
and but I no longer play pool,

and I wish I’d never gotten kicked out
of school and been a better kid.

Bob Boyd

She said she’d meet me at the coffee shop
7 pm on a Saturday night.
I got there at 6:45 pm and waited till 7:30 pm.
Stood up, I didn’t give a damn.
If she was that rude, I didn’t need to be
with her anyway.
She called me and apologized for not
showing up and said she’d like to try again.
I couldn’t do it. I said goodbye instead.

Bob Boyd

She never recovered from the trauma
of the mass murder she witnessed.
All the therapy in the world couldn’t
save her from her mental turmoil.
Disheartened, she didn’t know
what to do with her depressing life.
She settled her problems with a knife
And took her twenty-year-old life.

Bob Boyd

He dreamed he was in an old soda fountain
back in the good old day’s fifties
drinking a vanilla cola.

Girls wearing bobby socks sat on stools near him
talking about fifties music.

And the temperature of the times was
so much cooler than today. And the weather
was so much sunnier.

The dream was so good he wanted to
stay there forever.

He would have if he had met a girl named Peggy Sue,
but he woke up disappointed instead.

Bob Boyd

Smitten by her looks
he didn’t bother to
get to know her
before he took
the plunge into
irreversible love.
Drowning in his
love for her,
he put up with
her abuse
that reduced
him to less a man
and more a weak
and willing victim
of her tyranny
that eventually
sent him to
his grave
prematurely
broken and
dead before
his heart expired.

Bob Boyd

She strolls along the boulevard,
her onlooking admirers many.

Her beauty unparalleled,
none can resist her.

Unknown to her admirers,
She cares not for any of them.

She only cares for herself
and her captivating beauty

That keeps her in a prison
of self love.

That renders her unable
to ever know true love.

Bob Boyd

A brilliant professor in his day,
when old he became like a zombie.
He shuffled instead of walked.
How could his life have come to that,
a sad portrait of aging diminishing
of a man renown for his accomplishments
and his outgoing, charming personality?
Aging has no respect for position.
Aging has no respect for wealth.
It takes us all down in the end.

Bob Boyd

Silly restrictions
Trigger warnings
All nonsense to him
Let’s get back to
less hyper sensitive
days.

Let’s get back to
normalcy and less
crybaby sensitive
people instead of a
nation of mentally
weak minions.

Bob Boyd

He was so elated
when he first fell
in love with her.
She made him
happier than
he’d ever been.
But after about
six months the
ardor wore off.
The joy receded,
the love lessened.
And she made
him more
miserable than
he’d ever been.

Bob Boyd

He felt heartless like the Tin Man
and so unloved all his life,
unwanted by his mother
Stuck in foster care.
Taken in for the money
social services paid his
Unloving foster parents.
Never knew he had a heart,
never knew he could love,
until he grew up and
met her and she took
him into her heart.
And for the first time
in his loveless life
he learned he wasn’t a Tin Man
and that he had a heart.

Bob Boyd

Everybody I used to know is dying
Old friends, old actors, and singers
Never thought age would catch up
With my young sixties generation
When we were living large forever
Time snuck by without me seeing it
Suddenly my generation was old
Our expiration dates running out
Somehow I’ve survived so far
Even a cancer couldn’t kill me
Heart failure silently trying
To end my life any day now
But it’s not having much luck
Maybe Death wants to torture me
With a mind numbing dementia
Before it takes my waning life

Bob Boyd

It’s been like bad weather without you.
My days and nights are cold and overcast.
My emotions are reeling like a tsunami.
My heart is frozen in a frigid winter.
I need a little sunshine in my lonely life
To thaw out this heartbreak from
The stormy day you left me.
A new lady has got my attention
Maybe she’ll bring some
Sunny days back into my life.

Bob Boyd

Twenty-five and she’s diagnosed with cancer,
Just when she just found a new boyfriend.
How unkind of her fate to put that on her
Now the fear of death is in the back of her mind;
She tries to forget it, but she cannot.
It’s like its coming for her to take her out
Long before her precious time.
She worries she’ll lose her new boyfriend
To death or he’ll find a healthier woman.
But her prognosis is good and she’s doing better
In a year of treatments the cancer will be gone
And she’ll resume her life as a new wife.

Bob Boyd

The spinning sun warmed the
Awakening earth
The spinning moon cooled it down
The planets keep spinning
In the glorious heavens
The stars kept spinning
In the dark night skies
He marveled at it all
As his life kept spinning away
Like a spinning top
And he wondered when
It was all going to stop.

Bob Boyd

He used to envy his friend Mike
Who had a 40 year marriage
To his high school sweetheart
He’d only had failed marriages
With three women before
He gave up and decided to
Go it alone in life alone
without the comforts and
benefits of a loving woman.

But when Mike’s wife Cindy
Died and Mike fell apart
And became terminally
Heartbroken and sick
He realized love doesn’t last
And felt vindicated in staying
Solo and free of the painful
Illusion of lasting love.

Bob Boyd

The preacher on the radio is shouting at him,
Says he’s going to hell if he doesn’t
Change his evil, sinning ways.
He’s not hearing it.
He likes the tasty forbidden fruit
Of sleeping with many lustful women,
And doesn’t want to give his fornications up.
From what the preacher says about heaven
He thinks he’d have more fun in hell.
Besides he likes hot weather and hot women
And devilish friends compared to
The goody goody meek Christian men
He shuts the preacher off the radio
Ironically tells him to go to hell
And gets back to so-called sinning
With a devilishly hot promiscuous woman.

Bob Boyd

It started out incredibly well,
One of those loves at first sight.
Perfect for each other,
They got engaged 3 months
After they met at a coffee house.
A year later they married,
So much in love,
In love forever
They said.

Two years and two kids later
She began spending more time
With friends from work than
With increasingly lonely him.
He had arguments with her
About her constant absence
For a while she’d stay home
And spend more time with him
But would return to her
Away from him ways.
And he’d think to himself,
I never thought love
Could be so lonely.

Bob Boyd

He was aimlessly wandering through life
Feeling lonely and unloved without a woman.
He often dreamed of how it could be
With a woman by his side to love and support him.
Then Maryann, a beautiful high school teacher,
Came into his life like the morning light.
They fell in love and everything was so right.
They got married and had two sweet girls.
His life with her was like an eternal paradise
Until one day while at work he got the bad news
That Maryann had cheated on him with
One of her students and been arrested.
So upset by the news, he threw up,
Got outraged and filed for a divorce,
And his paradise became a living hell.

Bob Boyd

Full of unbounded energy
Bursting with eternal youth
Blessed with all the right stuff
Nothing can stop him
He’s a winner all the way
He can achieve anything
He’s the Lord of his universe
Working part time as a waiter
Until he achieves his dream
As the greatest actor ever
And he knows he will
He knows a Hollywood agent
Will clearly recognize his
Greatest of all acting talent
Discover him and sign him
For a million dollar contract
And he’ll own Hollywood
And grace the movies
Like no actor ever has

Bob Boyd

Medieval music playing in the background
Of his unkempt one bedroom apartment.
The music taking him back in his imagination
To times of knights, ladies and dragons.
He imagines saving a princess from a dragon
In a poorly fortified, ancient castle.
Right before he vanquishes the dragon,
He wakes from the Medieval reverie
Knowing he’s just been like a
Don Quixote fighting windmills
In his overly imaginative mind.

Bob Boyd

He started lucid dreaming.
To try to meet the woman of his dreams
In a lucid romantic dream.
After months of trying,
He finally met his dreamt up match,
Blonde and ethereally beautiful
Perfect in all ways for him.
He flirted with her in dreams
For three wonderful months.
He fell in love with her
And her with him.
But when they consummated,
She turned into a terrifying demon
And stole his mortal soul,
And burned his body to death.
When the police found his burned remains
They reported his death
As a case of spontaneous combustion.

Bob Boyd

He hated clowns and didn’t trust them.
Hiding behind ridiculous costumes
And weirdly painted faces
They looked sinister
And untrustworthy to him.
He felt his belief was validated
When one turned out to be a serial killer
With the first name of a great American actor,
That was an injustice to that actor’s famous name.
John Wayne was the clown’s first name. Gacy his last.
A clown at children’s parties. A serial killer
Who killed at least 33 men and children.

Bob Boyd