Month: October 2024

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

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 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