Day: February 26, 2025

I’m on a news site and I see
a man chasing a woman
in a parking lot garage
in Brazil.

She runs into an elevator
and for a moment seems
to escape from him.

But that bastard gets
into the elevator and
beats her to death
as the elevator rises.

He picks up her corpse
carries it out of the elevator
and throws it off the building.

I think that this POS
should be put to death
for killing that woman
who is his ex wife.

Later I think that men
who can’t let go of a women
who don’t want them
are monstrous assholes.

Then I learn “nearly 3
women are killed by their
intimate partners every day.”

And I get pissed off at
these assholes, and my
heart breaks for all
those women who
just wanted to be loved

and had the misfortune of
finding deadly love with
monsters in human flesh
and I hope those monsters
lives become a living hell.

Bob Boyd

The earth keeps spinning
I keep living and
thinking on it
oblivious to the turns
and it amazes me
that I cannot feel
all those rotations
minute by minute
day by day
year by year

and it amazes me
that nobody gets dizzy
from that constant spin
and I wonder if the earth
will ever stop spinning
and what would happen
if it the earth ever did

would we all freak out
would the earth fall apart
would the weather
become unbearable
or completely unlivable

and if it did stop turning
like spinning a top
would God restart
the spinning back up

or would aliens rescue us
and with advanced tech
refire the spinning

I write that because
some people think
aliens invented us
and others think
they watch over us

meanwhile the earth
oblivious to my thoughts
keeps on spinning

Bob Boyd

Driving along Elm Street in Greensboro, NC past Fisher Park,
I hear the old song The Love I Lost on the radio by Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes.
I sigh and think of lost loves and missed opportunities with desirable women.

I think about lost loves for a moment then forget about them.
Instead I wonder what might have been with the missed opportunities,
like when I was a teenager and that pretty girl kept gawking at me
next to our high school as she stood with other girls in front of the little store.

I smiled and asked her what was wrong because of the way she stared at me.
She said, “Nothing,” and I was too dense to see that she was into me,
and I wonder what would have happened if I’d been more aware
of what she was thinking and if we’d gone out together.

Would she have been the one I’d have nuptial bliss with one day?
Would she have been the one I would have been with forever?

In retrospect, I wish I had reacted to her with romantic intentions,
asked her out, brought her flowers, eventually declared my love for her,
gotten married to her in a little church, maybe in the country,
and loved her and cared for her for the rest of my life and been with her now.

Bob Boyd

I’ve lived in so many places
two continents and an island
met so many people that
I cannot remember them all
few left lasting impressions
some I’ll never forget
some I wish I hadn’t met
some I wish I had met
all a part of the tapestry
of the times and scenes
woven into my life

Bob Boyd

Squirrels busying themselves
on the ground and in trees
chattering and chirping
as they roam their territories
scurrying quickly on the ground
adeptly navigating in the trees
even tightroping telephone wires
keeping vigilant against cats
and any other predators
watching their activities
I wonder why I’ve never seen
a dead squirrel on the ground
stretching my mind a bit
I wonder if grieving squirrels
bury their dead in the trees

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I wonder where you are today,
if you’re okay and in a heaven in the afterlife.

I think about how we didn’t work out.
You were too much of an extrovert.
I was too much of an introvert.
You were the restless butterfly always compelled to socialize.
I was the content homebody compelled to stay home most of the time

You preferred small talk and never indulged in deeper conversations.
Being a bit philosophical, I preferred deeper conversations once in a while.

But we had everything in common when it came to the loving, and I often remember those sweet ecstasies we passionately shared.

But we didn’t work out and now you’re dead and I almost was when a cancer tried to take me out a few years ago and failed.

Here’s hoping we meet in the afterlife, and though we wouldn’t be soulmates; maybe at least we could be soul friends in that radiant world.

Here’s something else I’m hoping for, meeting my soulmate there too, and I hope you’ve met yours there already, if soulmates really exist, if romantic love prevails in the afterlife and those who
don’t find their soulmates on earth, find their eternal soulmates there.

Bob Boyd

When I lived in
the Philippines,
rats a problem
scared baby rat
scurried past
me in
hand clothes
washing area
stick in hand,
could have
killed it
and though
clearly vermin
too cute,
too innocent,
to kill.

Bob Boyd