Month: July 2025

At age, 60, Doctor Brown had finally
invented a concoction he called the
Youthful Elixir, a manmade fountain
of youth.

With his first drink, he loved the taste,
like a sweet cocktail.

When he finished the drink, in his mirror
he looked 10 years younger.

The effects exceeded his hopes, but
the elixir was too intoxicating due to a
heavy concentration of alcohol.

Doctor Brown, hooked on the elixir,
drank it all night, getting higher, happier,
and younger with each drink.

In the morning, all his elixir imbibed,
he woke up irreversibly a babbling baby
helpless, and equivalent to a new born babe.

Bob Boyd

two college girls go on a vacation
to a faraway land to hike in a
jungle by themselves
halfway through the hike
something goes wrong
only their backpacks are
found and the girls have
mysteriously vanished without
any signs of foul play or
animal predation
searches went on for weeks
dogs, trackers and the like
but the girls were never found
the locals claim UFOs were
often seen in the area where
the girls had hiked
the authorities rediculed the
rumors aliens had taken the girls
but somewhere the unconscious
bodies of the girls are imprisoned
in tall upright tubes for study by
alien scientists for their desire
to create a hybrid human alien
race of advanced beings
according to a strike force team
of remote viewers

Bob Boyd

It was to be a peaceful getaway
For Mr. and Mrs. Durham, a
vacation from their small town
in Idaho to Montreal, Canada.
Both in their 80s, they’d never
been out of Idaho. At an age
with death nearer, they wanted
a memorable getaway in their
waning lives. On the morning
of their flight to Canada, they
didn’t wake up. As fate would
have it, they took a flight into
the afterlife instead. Maybe
in spirit they went to Canada,
but I suspect they went to a
better destination instead.

Bob Boyd

Any fool can ask directions.
Any weak-minded weakling
can cave in and like a lost sissy
compromise his manhood
by embarrassingly admitting
he’s lost and needs directions.

Can you imagine Rocky ever
weakly asking directions,
as if his mega masculinity
had been emasculated?

Imagine seeing the Terminator
meekly asking directions
as if his testosterone was in
the tank and he lost his
gargantuan cajones.

It takes a real man to man up
and keep his testosterone
intact, to refuse to sacrifice
his manhood by weakly and
meekly asking for directions.

Better and more manly to
drive around lost for hours
than to succumb to being
a girly man and asking
for directions like a woman.

Bob Boyd

Blanche Moonier, a French socialite born in in 1849,
Beautiful and desired by many suitors,
She wanted to marry a penniless lawyer.
Her parents objected.
But Blanche was determined
To marry her love.
Her parents locked her away in a tiny room
To try to persuade her to give up her love.
Blenche refused and was kept in the room
With no light. No bath. Nor a washroom.
Her family kept her there for 25 years
Long after her lawyer love had died.
When the police were notified of her imprisonment,
They found her living in her own feces and in filth
In the tiny, lightless room with bugs and an odious smell,
Her mind damaged by the years of isolation,
Her body emaciated like a barely living skeleton.
After her rescue, she spent her final years
in a psychiatric hospital with many psychological disorders,
And died at age 64 in the hospital, a broken, pitiful woman
Never healed of her many mental health problems.

Bob Boyd

I knew a guy who was always calm as a rock.
I couldn’t understand how he always seemed
to have an unruffled demeanor.
He had the kind of calm I lacked, impossible
for me to stay calm as a rock, unshakable
as a stone.
I asked him one day he was always able to
always remain so incredibly calm.
He said it’s all like a ruse. I’m a nervous
wreck inside. I just hide it well.

Bob Boyd

They are quick to insult others
in online comments, chats and forums.
They sometimes say evil things like kill
yourself without a twinge of conscience,
without a care for the effects of their words.
I think they must have some evil in them
to take satisfaction in meanness and in
attempting to harm others with insults
behind the anonymity of their computers.
But then again, some humans are born
psychopathic and can’t help themselves.
Maybe these online mean people are
in the same category, but that still
doesn’t excuse their hateful behaviors.

Bob Boyd

Upside down, turned around people
in this spinning, topsy-turvy world.
Their behaviors and ideas often lead to
crazy beliefs like the world is flat,
like the exact day the world will end,
like nobody ever landed on the moon,
and other strange beliefs that could
make a rational person’s head spin.

Bob Boyd

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

In his youth he was an Adonis.
Rippling muscles adorned his physique.
He had the V shaped body others envied.
He had the chiseled big muscles few could attain.
He enjoyed admiring looks from many women.
Now he’s an old man past 80, his muscles erased.
His V shape body eradicated.
He looks like he never worked out.
You cannot tell he was an adonis once.
Age related sarcopenia slayed his physique.
It stripped away his muscles and V shape.
As he grew older and closer to becoming
just another muscleless skeleton buried in the earth.

Bob Boyd

Murders everyday and everywhere
Unabated and unceasing
Too many dark hearts in this world
Too many dark deeds committed
It seems we will always have murderers
It seems some of us by nature are bad seeds
A blight upon the harvest of humans evermore

Bob Boyd

I have to wonder why everything seems
to procreate.
Obvious it is to advance and multiply
each and everything.
But what is with this necessity to
always increase each and everything?
Why does this treadmill of constant
births exist that seems to go round
and round ad infinitum?
Many never question this.
Many just accept things as they are.
But me I have to wonder the why of
it all.

Bob Boyd

He had a gun for 50 years.
He only shot it once.
He kept it for protection
in case of a break in of
his and his wife’s house.
At age eighty-eight he
used the gun for the
first time when his wife
had died and left him
alone and depressed.
The shot rang out above
his TV’s loud chatter.
And he lay dead with
a bullet in his head.

Bob Boyd

Though some people thought she was beautiful,
she always said she was cute.
Perhaps she was both.
Beautiful to some, cute to others.
I decided on cute because to me cuteness is
often more appealing than beautiful.
Beautiful can be offputting and distant.
Cute can be sweet and approachable.
Cute can make one smile, with a charming appeal
beautiful often lacks.
Beautiful can be high maintenance.
Cute is usually less materialistic and more natural.
Whatever the case, beautiful or cute, I wish
I could have been with her, but I was too old
for her and she was too young for me.
But I’ll never forget her cuteness, more
beautiful to me than any beautiful woman
I’d ever known or seen.

Bob Boyd

He had a lucrative career as a successful
stockbroker, made enough money through sales
and investments to live an extravagant life.
After thirty years of chasing money above
all other things he felt an emptiness in his
life that he urgently needed to fill.
After days and nights of contemplation,
he chucked his stockbroker career, gave
most of his money away, and sought God
in a Trappist monk monastery.
Three months later he unexpectedly died
of a massive heart attack at age 54, perhaps
a part of him beyond his perception saw his
impending death and led him to God in his
final days.

Bob Boyd

All he wanted was
an unvexed life.
He didn’t find it
until he died.

Bob Boyd

This morning the cicadas are chirping
madly in the trees.
Their chirps are almost deafening.
Those crooner bugs must be especially
romantic today.
I hope all their amped up chirps sound
like alluring love songs to their potential
female mates.
Unlike many humans, they mate for life,
but when you only live a few weeks after
you mate, it has to be easier to have
a lasting love.
Even I could do that even with a raucous
or an incompatible wife.
wonder if to their three weeks are the
equivalent of a seventy year human
life.
One thing I know. I’ve never made a
racket to try to find a new love.
Maybe I should have. It sure works for
the cicadas who find mates for life.

Bob Boyd