Day: July 23, 2025

Rockstars dying young,
short lives of glory
in the fast lane of rock.
Going out with a bang,
Like fireworks exploding,
illuminating the night skies.
The cost of rockstar fame,
higher than they imagined,
paying with their lives.

Bob Boyd

She got old. Her days were dreary
No challenges. No surprises.
No hopes. No dreams.
No romance. No man in her life.
Nearing her end at 80.
Alone in the world.
Nobody caring about her.
Living a depressing life.
Never thought she’d Come to this.

Bob Boyd

An incompetent government.
Uncaring and dismissive.
Not taking care of their people.
Putting foreigners ahead of citizens.
Stifling freedom of speech.
A country reaching a boiling point.
A powder keg about to explode.
Citizens becoming more enraged.
Immigrant crime out of control.
Thousands coming in illegally unvetted.
A once great country in chaos.
A once great country on the brink of collapse.

Bob Boyd

An astrologer in downtown Kansas City
Said my stars were perfectly aligned
“Todays the day you’ll meet the love of your life.”
I couldn’t believe that doubtful prediction.
Until in a quaint coffee cafe in another part of the city
While I sipped some exotic Zimbabwe tea
An insanely pretty Lithuania woman
Stopped at the table where I sat, and in a sweet
Lithuanian accent asked if she could sit with me
Speechless, astonished, amazed, I nodded yes.
Then I knew the astrologer had been right.
The prediction was coming true.
As if in a dream, the Lithuanian beauty said,
What’s your sign?
That astrological enquiry was further proof
The reading of the stars had been right.
I smiled gleefully and proudly proclaimed,
“I’m a Pisces, a dreamer of dreams,”
She said “I’m a Leo, you’ll never do.”

Bob Boyd