Month: October 2024

She loved picking flowers
That grew outside her house
Unaware that the flowers
Had feelings and hurt
When they were pulled
Out of their earth habitats

She severed their stems
And stuffed them in vases
Where they faded and died
Premature isolated deaths
And were tossed away
With the rest of the trash

Bob Boyd

The sun comes up
The early birds awake
And bask in morning light
The night owls go to sleep
And dream kaleidoscope dreams
The bursting sun glistens
Upon the calm waters
The world begins to yawn
Creation awakes
Another day breaks

Bob Boyd

He saw her in a dream
He hadn’t talked to her
In a long long time
He traveled to London
To see her in the dream
They had a nice talk
After he woke up
He realized he never
Knew her
At least not in this life
At least not in this world

Bob Boyd
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Big birds eat little birds
Big fish eat little fish
I never understood that
To me it’s like cannibalism
Species feeding on their species
You don’t see humans eating humans
Except for rare disgusting exceptions
Far as I know animals don’t eat their own kind
Of course, as with cannibal humans,
There could be macabre exceptions.
And I have to wonder why Nature
Didn’t find another way
Instead of birds eating birds
And fish eating fish

Bob Boyd

He sat in a cave in the Himalayas
Meditating day and night
Transcending into the Absolute
The populations of the world
Never heard of him
The hermit in the cave
The unknown sage
The planet knew him
The cosmos as well
As his meditations
And his emanations
Helped to lift
Seekers of the world
And all the good souls
A little closer to heaven

Bob Boyd

She lives the simple life
No greedy gold digging
No need for fancy things
Never went to college
Doesn’t care about
Being intellectual
Or smashing the
Glass ceiling
Isn’t model beautiful
But she smarter than most
And beautiful enough
Most importantly
She has more heart
And more compassion
Than most of those
Who want more
Or have more
And she’s free
Of inflated
self-importance
And vain vanities

Bob Boyd

Mechanical movements
In the beginning.
Fluid as humans
Eventually.
Strong, faster and
Smarter than us
Taking jobs we
Used to do.
But the crucial
Question is
Will they be
Friend or foe.

Bob Boyd

I’m hoping reincarnation isn’t real.
Imagine coming back to life during
A nuclear holocaust.

But I like that reincarnation gives
All lifeforms a chance of liberation,
A chance for an eventual heaven-like
Existence beyond annihilation.

Even a singled-celled amoeba can one
Day evolve to human life and onward
To a cosmic conscious liberation.

Even your dog or your cat or any of your
Pets would eventually evolve into an
Eternal bliss consciousness.

As for me, I’d rather not reincarnate.
I’d rather evolve to higher life in
The afterlife.

Bob Boyd

He swore off women for the umpteenth time.
He became a card carrying member of MGTOW,
Men Going Their Own Way Without Women.
He purposely avoided contact with them.
He tried to never even look at a woman
Until his pretty neighbor Mary Swanton
Called him Sweetie and touched his arm.
And in that seductive, magical moment
With the stars perfectly aligned,
The oath, the MGTOW, the avoidance
And all the intentions and denials
Vanished, and he found love again.

Bob Boyd

I never finished Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment
A bookworm beat me to it and probably got more out of it
Than I ever did.

I think he’s working on Chekhov now. I’ve read Chekhov
But I’ll bet that damn worm is getting more out of Chekhov
Than I did.

I don’t know why he prefers Russian authors. I guess he
Is a little highbrow and has good taste.

Bob Boyd

Birds flying overhead
In the light of the sun
A marvelous sight
Bats flying at night
Under the moonlight
An unsettling sight
Birds stay away
From humans
Some bats bite

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

The young moth was a daredevil
He loved flirting with death
To impress the other moths
Particularly the female ones
One night he daringly dive bombed
An old 1985 Buick on Highway 66
Intending to miss it by a moth’s hair
But lost his thrillseeker focus
When a female moth rustled her wings
Flirting with dashing handsome him
And he became moth splatter
On the old Buick’s windshield

Bob Boyd

He used to love hunting, bagging bears and deers
Every exciting hunting season.
Until he saw some of his kills in a nightmare.
Somehow they had guns and shot him in the chest.
He woke up in a cold sweat relieved it was just a dream
Until he suffered a massive heart attack,
Feeling like he had been shotgunned in the chest,
He barely survived the heart attack and never hunted again.

Bob Boyd

As a kid of ten years of age,
He liked working in his father’s little candy store,
Selling candy to adults and children,
Making people happy with delicious sweets.
As an adult of twenty years of age,
He made it big in the movies in Hollywood,
Acted in many starring roles on the silver screen,
Enjoyed entertaining people in the movies and on TV.
Eventually he tired of Hollywood and all the plastic people.
He realized he didn’t belong there and left the bright lights.
He returned to the little town he was born in
And opened his own little candy store.

Bob Boyd

Too late
She realized
She shouldn’t
Have been
Jogging alone
That scary
Half moon
Night

When he
Leaped out
Of the shadows
Grabbed her
Violated her
And killed her

Too late
For her
To ever
Live and
Breath and
Jog again

Bob Boyd

She dreamed she was a butterfly
Dancing in the air above a field of flowers
When she woke up it took a moment
To realize she was really a human
Then as if peering through a telescope
Back ions through time and space
She saw in her mind’s eye
That she had been
A beautiful butterfly
In a former life
And that explained to her why she
Was always so drawn to butterflies
And kept a butterfly farm
And she felt at one with the universe
And all creatures and things

Bob Boyd

She no longer loved him
But she stayed with him
His money was worth it
Despite her loveless
Unfulling marriage
That got old so fast
The money made it last
And last and last
Until he died at 93
And she was 73 and
Became reflective
And cried and cried
And cried over wasting
All those years for money
When in her youth and
With her beauty she
Could have had a shot
At true lasting love

Bob Boyd

He sits alone at his computer,
An old man love has forsaken.
No one knocks at his door.
No one visits him.
No one cares about him.
An introvert, he’s okay
With all of that.
Besides, he is just
Waiting around to die.
Everything else has
Become insignificant
To him in his final years,
Except eating ice cream
And sweet pumpkin pie.

Bob Boyd

The old man takes his daily walk on Washington Street
In New York City
A resident of eighty-four years, he’s saddened by the changes.
The quality of the city has gone down. Crime has gone up.
The Big Apple has had a chunk bitten out of it,
But he thinks to himself at least today is a great day.
The sun is shining, clouds are billowing, and he’s feeling good.
Then BAM a young thug knocks the old man out.
He falls to the street on his head and never gets up.
All his musings. All his memories. And his life. Are done.
And the Big Apple has become a little more rotten to the core.

Bob Boyd

Tired of his country’s dissolution
And the fake MSM propaganda
And all the disturbing news
He hightailed it to the mountains
Hid himself from the fractures
Of his country falling apart
And lived off the fertile land
Like a frontiersman of old
Hunting and fishing
And growing his own food
Oblivious to the outside world
Never read or listened to
The clamorous fake news
Had no internet
No radio or TV
Freed from the turmoil
Safe when the bombs fell
And decimated half of
His vulnerable country
And enemies took it over
Never affected by any of it
Died a free man

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

She always had to
Be in the spotlight
I never understood her
Need for so much attention
At first I thought I could endure it
In time I wearied of it
And she wearied of my
Abhorrence of the spotlight
Disdain of the attention
Had I been less needy
I would have seen the
Incompatibility before
I got involved with her
But, alas, I was lonely
And naively thought
I could make it work
Lesson learned
Be more aware
Going in

Bob Boyd

He feels like he’s going to live forever.
He forgets that happens never.
Once in a while he remembers
That he lives his life on a thread,
That one day will unexpectedly snap
And end his life forever.
He blocks that out of his mind
And goes on feeling like he’s living forever,
Again forgetting that happens never
He has no time to think of dying
He’s too consumed with living.
But tragically for him
A terminal cancer is stealthily
Sneaking into his waning life,
And soon will make its presence
Painfully clear to a shocked him.
And he will be aware 24/7 that
Living forever happens never.

Bob Boyd

Watch out!
Take heed!
Be vigilant.
Be careful.
Avoid
Dangerous
Places.
It’s risky,
This living.
And someone
Is after you.
You don’t
Know his
Name but
He knows
You.
And he
Never fails
When he
Makes
His kill.
He’s already
Planned the
Day and the
Hour he’s
Coming for
You.
Here’s a hint.
His first name
Is Grim.

Bob Boyd

A mother and daughter killed by a falling tree in a park.

An elderly woman falls on her bathroom floor and dies.

A truck smashes into a driving instructor, and he dies in the ER.

A young woman gets pushed in front of a subway in NYC and is killed instantly.

A girl falls off a rambunctious, whining horse and loses her young life.

A random bullet in a driveby kills a little boy.

An iron worker falls off a tall building and is splattered to death on the concrete street.

A teenage football player dies of a heart attack after a game.

An old man taking a stroll in a big city is murdered by a knockout punch by a young thug.

Random deaths everyday everywhere. What’s the point of it all? Are those condoned by the powers that be – or are they just random events in an unpredictable, uncaring world?

Bob Boyd

The stars aren’t shining quite as bright tonight
For the irreplaceable Judy Smith has died.
Unknown to the world, known only to friends and family
A beacon of love to those who knew her.
Compassionate, kind and giving,
Noble, principled and inspiring,
She left a wonderful, quiet legacy in this world,
Unmatched by the well knowns and the attention seekers
Farewell Judy Smith. Heaven is lucky to have you.

Bob Boyd

I never believed in werewolves
Until I took a casual stroll
One night in the peaceful scenic
Country Park in Greensboro, NC.
I’d hiked the trail once before
But not in the dark of night
When the moon was full and bright.

I don’t know what possessed me
To hike there after dark that night.
I remember a tall, muscular guy
Wearing a hat with a light on it
Jogged by me and said hello.
I perceived he ran a lot in the dark
To be wearing a hat with a light.

Minutes later I heard godawful
Howls shattering the peace of
What had become an eerie night.
I heard the cracking of bones,
The gnashing of teeth and saw
Werewolves tearing the jogger
Apart in the full moon light.

Distracted, they didn’t see me
As I ran the hell out of the park
And will never go there again.
I thought about reporting the
Incident to the police, but
changed my mind when I
knew they’d think I was crazy
Or a suspect when they found
The jogger’s mutilated body.

So I buried the tale in the depths of
My mind, but once in a while
That horror resurfaces in me,
And I tremble and nearly pass out.

Bob Boyd

She shows off her body on porn sites
And feels not a bit of guilt about it.
Makes loads of money paid by fools
And feels no shame about it.
The money is more important
Than her nonexistent morals,
Her soiled reputation.

She even brazenly brags
About all the money she makes
Revealing her intimate parts.
Maybe one day she’ll regret
How she cheapened herself.
But she loves the money,
And all the things she can buy
Way too much for any guilt
About how she has
Compromised herself.

Bob Boyd

Norma never needed a man.
Her career was more important,
And a man would get in the way
Of her climb up the corporate ladder,
Of her shattering the glass ceiling.
Many men asked her out
But her career was more important.
She attained an executive position,
Made a handsome six figure income.
At age fifty she began wanting a man
And bemoaned what she missed,
A family, a house, and children.
But men no longer desired her,
And they no longer asked her out.

Bob Boyd

Fireflies in summer nights
Flashing your mating lights
Like others in this creation
You seem to exist to mate
Solely to mass procreate
Probably you mate for life
Unlike more complicated
Human men and women
Many of whom separate
After they procreate
Their mating lights
Extinguished

Bob Boyd

He never wanted a common life.
He wanted to be noticed.
He wanted to be different.
He had work done on his face
To make him look like a demon.
He got more attention than he wanted
When he frightened a crazy man
Who saw him one foggy night
On a New York City street
The crazy man thought he was a demon
He yelled, “Get behind me Satan!”
He pulled out a knife and stabbed him
To death to send the demon back to hell.

Bob Boyd

She liked what he called the high life,
Designer clothes, overpriced restaurants, gourmet food.
He liked what she called the low life,
Low-cost clothes, fast food abominations, lackluster food.
She said with all the money you make with your auto dealership
Why can’t we have a fuller, richer life enjoying the finer things?
He said it’s best to live beneath your means;
You never know when a financial tragedy could strike.
She said but we have plenty of money in the stock market
As a buffer in case you’re so called financial tragedy strikes.

But that was right before the Great Depression
When all their stocks and the dealership were obliterated.
And she left him for a higher life with finer things
With an obscenely rich, dotty old man close to the grave
And inherited all his wealth when he finally died.
She spent it on a lavish lifestyle and a gaggle of gigolos
Until she became a lonely old lady when the money
And the gaggle of gigolo leeches were gone.
She spent her final penniless years in tearful distress,
Alone, depressed, and trapped in a destitute low life till she died.

Bob Boyd

She labors everyday at the can factory
Boring repetitive mind-numbing work
She daydreams of going to college
But there is no money and
She didn’t have the grades
Or the athletic ability
To get a scholarship
She feels her life is going nowhere
And daydreams of a romantic prince
Like the ones she reads about
In all those romantic books
To resurrect her love and her life
But she’s too emotionally damaged
And chronically heartbroken
From failed romances
From less than princely men
To ever try to find love again

Bob Boyd

She liked her peace
She liked her quiet
But she longed for love
She went to a bar
Seeking a prince
Instead she found
A drunken lush
Who destroyed
Her peace
And her quiet
But she stays
With him
Endures the chaos
And the racket
Because
Even after
Six miserable and
Tempestuous years
She stills thinks she
Can change him
Like changing
A gobbling turkey into
Into a screaming eagle

Bob Boyd

She saw her country losing its glory.
She saw her country going down.
Bumbling idiots in charge destroying it.
Crooked politicians and fake news media.
Some of them calling to silence free speech.
The coffers spent dry on housing illegals
At the cost of the country’s citizens in need.
She pined for the good times of yesteryear
When things were saner and more normal.
But she knew those times were gone forever,
And she was at the end of her life.

Bob Boyd

When Jack and Jill came down from the hill
Where they had a frank discussion
They realized their relationship
had been just a fairy tale
And it wasn’t going to go anywhere
So Jack found a new girlfriend named Jocey
And Jill found a new boyfriend named Joe
And the couples went up the hill
And had a wonderful picnic
When they came down from the hill
Jack married Jocey
And Jill married Joe
And they lived happily ever after

Bob Boyd

Mary used to have a little lamb
But when she and the little lamb grew up
Mary had a husband
And the little lamb died
Now Mary sits in a divorce court
Wishing she had that little lamb back
Instead of an annoying ex husband
Who didn’t treat her right
And cheated on her

Bob Boyd

He met her on a dating app
Didn’t know she was a
Logic-lacking Leftist
Suffering from advanced
Trump Derangement Syndrome
She rabidly spewed her
Leftist nonsense on the date
Tired of her womansplaining
The biased spin and all the lies
The date didn’t last a minute

Bob Boyd

Everybody thought my older brother was the nicest guy.
They didn’t know he had a nefarious darker side.
He had weaned himself on gangster movies.
He always rooted for the bad guys and booed the cops.
His main ambition in life behind his charming persona
Was to be a made man in the Mafia.
He tried to sign up in big city Boston.
Was told because he wasn’t Italian he couldn’t join
But could be an associate if he “Make his bones”
By taking out a guy named Sal Marino on the North End.
The hit must have gone badly wrong because
I never saw my gangster wannabe brother again.

Bob Boyd

She loved going to park concerts to hear Celtic music.
She listened to it on the radio and on the internet.
I remember when she died suddenly at age sixty-six
While listening to Celtic music on the radio.
Coincidentally Auld lang Syne was playing
When she said goodbye to this mortal world.

Bob Boyd

He liked going to bars to get in fights.
I always wondered what was wrong with him.
Sometimes he’d win. Sometimes he’d lose.
He often had the blacks and the blues
All over his beaten face and body.
He kept getting into bar fights
Into his too old to fight middle-aged years.
He began losing all his fights
Until he disappeared.
Rumors are rife.
A fight with a wiseguy
And preserved in concrete
Or dumped in the ocean?
A dementia from all the hits to his head
And locked away in a nursing home?
Nobody knows
But for sure
He had many enemies
Who are hoping he’s dead

Bob Boyd

After Cindy’s mother got dementia
She began to wander searching
For her deceased husband Joe
And Cindy had to find her and
Bring her back home and remind
Her mother that her husband
Joe had died twenty years ago
Cindy’s mother kept wandering
And looking for the love of her life
And Cindy had to keep finding her
Until one day Cindy’s mother died
And wandered into the afterlife
Dementia-free and finally found Joe

Bob Boyd

Angelo loved his collie dog he named Skip.
His troublesome neighbor hated barking dogs.
Skip was a quiet dog, rarely barked
Except one night when a burglar
Tried to break into Angelo’s house,
Which woke the neighbor up and
Despite the circumstances, pissed him off.

The next day the neighbor gave Skip a biscuit.
An hour later Skip threw up and was so sick
Angelo raced him to a vet who discovered Skip
Had been poisoned and tried to save Skip’s life.
His efforts failed, and Skip died on the examination table.
Angelo, a mafioso, had seen the neighbor give Skip the biscuit.
One week later, the neighbor mysteriously disappeared,
Much to a pig farmer’s oinking and sated pigs delight.

Bob Boyd

She lived a challenging life
Had three children and poor
Decided to change it one day
By writing a romance book
And making more money

Her mother said that was a
Foolish and impractical plan
You won’t make any money
She ignored her mother’s
Practical but hurtful advice

She stayed true to her dream
A year later, she finished her
Book and had a pro edit it
After having it turned down
By twenty-three publishers

Eventually her book was
Published and the book
Became a loved bestseller
That lifted her out of poverty
And made her a lot of money

Bob Boy

She wanted a manly man
Not a sissified soy-burgered boy
She wanted a bona fide strong-minded man
Not a weakened man poisoned by toxic femininity
Who grew up playing with barbie dolls
Brainwashed by a delusional birthing person

She wanted a manly man
Not a weakened man poisoned by toxic femininity
She wanted an old school Stallone or an Eastwood
Not an emasculated girl-like substitute
She had no use for feminized or binary men
She wanted a manly man
And married one

Bob Boyd

Though her cousin was personable and funny
She always sensed bad energy around him,
And she always avoided being with him.
Others didn’t seem to feel the bad energy.
Maybe she had a paranormal sixth sense.
Whatever she had, it was unfailing.
Five of her family members were poisoned to death
From sirloin steaks garnished with botulinum poison
That her evil cousin prepared for them
At a gather she had refused to attend,
Her sixth sense warning her to stay away.
When she warned her family members about attending,
They dismissed her superstitious and unfounded fears.

Bob Boyd

They just wanted to live their lives
In happiness, peace and harmony
Without wars with other countries.
Though they were doves,
Their peace and love didn’t matter;
They lived in a country of hawks..

When the war started
Like thunder and lightning
In the flaming night skies,
When the bombs fell,
The bombs didn’t separate
The doves from the hawks,
Didn’t care about peace and love
And the doves died with the hawks.

Bob Boyd

Born into prosperity
Had all the advantages
Grew rebellious
And bored with
Her predictable life
Squandered her
Advantages
Her comfortable
And secure life
On wild party times
On drugs and
Dissipation
For a hedonistic life

Lost her
Inheritance
Didn’t care
Now she’s homeless
And on the streets
Strung out on drugs
Trapped in
Soul slaying
Addiction
Destitute and
Selling her body
For another fix
Living in a hell
Far from the heaven
Of her early life

Bob Boyd

Her days and nights have grown colder
Her life has become more desolate
Since she left her devoted husband
For a sordid Facebook affair
That ended soon after
Her departure from her husband
For a fickle fake lover
Now far too late to reconcile
She bemoans the regrettable loss
She regrets the impulsive mistake
And wishes she never left
The man who really loved her
For a foolish Facebook fling

Bob Boyd