Month: November 2024

ungrateful

she never had any respect for my mind –
no appreciation for my intellect.

in the end before she left,
she no longer appreciated
my full and loving heart.

bob boyd

she just wanted a normal relationship
without a man mucking up her life.
she’d given men her best shot;
none of them ever worked out.
they lied, cheated, and failed her
despite her determined efforts
to make those relationships work.
after decades of lovelorn loves
she gave up at age seventy,
too fed up with the failings,
too fed up with irregular men.

bob boyd

born into a devout, catholic family,
he had divine religious advantages.
small wonder he was a devout kid
and knew one day he’d be a priest.
he received the body of Christ
in the eucharist for twenty six years
before he became a catholic priest.

surround by all the catholic graces,
born to be a roman catholic priest,
how could he have gone so wrong
by molesting young, catholic boys?

he ended in prison, a convicted pedofile
in the other inmates glaring kill sights.

a dead man with a bullseye
on his once a pious priest back,
a year after his incarceration
he was murdered viciously in his cell
his legacy, a failed catholic priest.

bob boyd

In high school girls called Mark ugly,
and he became less attractive when older,
too ugly for women to get a date he knew.
But when Mark won a million dollar lottery
suddenly, unexpectedly, he became handsome,
and beautiful women were all over him.
Funny how one’s fortunes can change
when it comes to one’s appearance to women.

Bob Boyd

I never wanted to know when I was going to die.
Now an old man, I wouldn’t mind knowing
since I’ve reached seventy and nine years
and don’t give a damn about dying.
If I knew the time and the hour,
I could do some crazy things
and some sane things before my demise.
I could spend all that I have in my bank account,
maybe on a train trip across the country and
other things I wouldn’t spend money on now.
I could gorge myself on all the forbidden foods,
more chocolate, ice cream and pastries.
I could go out having had a good and
uninhibited time.

Bob Boyd

this life seems like a luck of the draw
what you are born with
what you are born into
where you are born
whether you are born into peace
or born into turmoil
whether your parents are poor and starving
or rich and well fed
whether they are unkind and abusive
whether they are kind and caring
whether you are born into a first world country
or third world country
whether you are born with everything
or born with nothing
sometimes i think it all sucks
this luck of the draw
and those who get stuck
with the short straw
and i yearn for a shangri-la
where everyone is equal
and nobody suffers
i hope it exists in the life
after this one if we
are all lucky.

bob boyd

drones flew over military bases
a number of times for days.
no one did anything about it.
by law they couldn’t blast
the drones out of the sky.
when the drones flew
over the bases again
unimpeded, unchallenged,
they blasted the bases
to bits.

bob boyd

A brilliant kid in high school, he got a scholarship to
an ivy league college. aced all the courses there.
graduated and came home radicalized, antisemitic, and woke.

Spent his ivy league degree on many crazy and violent protests,
graduated to a seven year jail sentence.
ivy league colleges aren’t what they used to be.
now recruitment grounds for future radicalized kids
who, though bright, buy into the radical, america-hating dogma
and are impressionable and lack common sense.

bob boyd

gentle people
we need more of them
never start any trouble
never try to intimidate others
never bully anyone
never cause a ruckus
the real salt of the earth
the good people
the peaceful ones
we need more of them
gentle people

bob Boyd

i sink into in my arm chair
sadness weighs me down
i don’t want to ever get up
i wish i could just die here

my veronica died last week
and she will never be again
and we will never be again
my life and my heart done

without her I have nothing
my whole world is gone
and I don’t know if I can
go on without her love

bob boyd

she boasted about being a feminist.
she was overly vocal about causes
except when men began to invade
womens’ sports and dominate them.
i couldn’t believe she stayed mum
about that trampling of women’s rights,
about the losses of college scholarships,
and women getting injured by males.
i concluded she was a hypocrite,
and her feminist bravado rang hollow.

bob boyd

with crazy brianna my heart went off the rails
and i lost my ever-loving mind.
with brianna my bank account got drained
and i almost went irrevocably insane.
after five agonizing years i finally got away from her
and began a normalized brianna-free life.
but that wasn’t enough for crazy her;
she stalked me and put a kitchen knife in my back
and almost succeeded in killing me.
now crazy brianna sits in prison for many years
and my physical and mental wounds are healed
and i have a new start with a saner woman

bob boyd

she always disdained harsh winters,
never liked the frost, the ice
and the freezing temperatures,
didn’t care for sledding or skiing
or ice skating on frozen ponds.
it may be the winters disdained her
the night her car broke down
in the rages of a killer blizzard
that froze her to death on that
deadly winter’s night.

bob boyd

she woke up to a new world
free from a going nowhere romance
with the wrong man
she had nothing in common with
and she embraced her new singledom
unfettered and free
with the wonders of a new love
awaiting her
with the excitement of finding
a better lover to be with

bob boyd

she tells him she
is dying of cancer
and she is leaving him
he asks her why and says
he wants to be there for her
her martyr mind made up
she walks out the door
because of her condition
he doesn’t make a fuss
a week later she is
with another guy
miraculously healed
of her fake cancer

bob boyd

wandering through life wondering what is the point of it all,
having some successes, having some failures
making the best of a situation i had no say in.
why was i thrust into this life with no sense of where I came from?
why am i going to be obliterated out of this tenuous life
without a say in how and when, non painful or extremely painful ends?
why must i endure all of these good times and these terrible times?
why does that rich guy have it all and I have little?
why was I essentially screwed and him essentially blessed?
what is the point of it all?

bob boyd