I can recall a number of times
when I met women I found unattractive
until I discovered who they were
beneath the superficial
then like flowers blooming
they became beautiful to me
Bob Boyd
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I can recall a number of times
when I met women I found unattractive
until I discovered who they were
beneath the superficial
then like flowers blooming
they became beautiful to me
Bob Boyd
I’m living in an old body
It’s time is running out
It’s nearing its expiration
From this earthly life
One glorious day
I’ll leave this old vessel
And fly like a bird
Into a greater life
Bob Boyd
An old abandoned church in the middle of
nowhere in Wales
Flat grave stores from the 1700 and 1800s
Stone walls, stone floors inside
Old wooden pews and benches
Unreadable writing etched on a wall
A single cross standing on a table
An ornate lecture not far from it
A dilapidated organ in a corner
A man named Dylan found signs of
Paranormal activity there
With scientific instruments
Signals, words, and sentences
From the unknown beyond
Maybe some of the deceased
Parishioners still linger there
Bob Boyd
I thought she was the sweetest woman
I’d ever met
She had an angelic face and always
said nice things
But after I’d been involved with her
for a while
Her demons emerged out of the
dark corners of her soul
and life with her became an
insufferable hell
until I escaped with my mind and
soul barely intact
from her unending inferno of
hurtful words and mean comments
Bob Boyd
Never seen you in
real life
Don’t know if you
were real or
imaginary
One thing I know
for certain
You were incredibly
nice
It seemed we could
have had a
romantic relationship
But I know as
always happens
when I have a
dream about a
woman
I’ll never see
you again
Bob Boyd
From the beginning,
they knew they were
meant for each other
Everything in common
liked the same music
enjoyed each others
jokes
Fell in love
immediately
Got married
all went
well
Years past
Boredom set in
Little things about
each other annoyed
them
Starting hating
each other
Until
Love flew away
and so did they
Bob Boyd
Lightning igniting night skies
Rain bursting from dark clouds
Wind howling
Trees awakening
Puddles emerging
The pitter patter of windows
assaulted by frantic rain drops
Umbrellas unfolding
Animals and birds hiding
Monsoon erupting
Bob Boyd