How I yearn for a peaceful life
beyond all the noise pollution.
I’ve come to think the only place
I’ll find it is beneath a headstone
in a quiet serene cemetery.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
How I yearn for a peaceful life
beyond all the noise pollution.
I’ve come to think the only place
I’ll find it is beneath a headstone
in a quiet serene cemetery.
Bob Boyd
Corrupt politicians keep cropping up.
Jesus Christ what has happened to America?
Lies, cheating, fraud, more exposed crimes.
Laws for thee, not for crooked politicians.
Are we ever going to see any convictions?
Bob Boyd
People said Mark and Mary
fought like cats and dogs,
wondered why they stayed
together in their crazy marriage.
They stayed married all their lives
I guess for them love meant strife
without which there were no sparks,
without which love was just too dull.
Bob Boyd
He found himself in a curious world.
Luminous flowers, transparent spirits.
Telepathic communications, no words.
Feelings of bliss and heavenly peace.
Thought it was just a lucid dream
until he traveled back to his body and
learned he was actually dead.
Bob Boyd
Born to Raise Hell
He was trouble in kindergarten,
trouble in grade school as well.
The prognosis doesn’t look good.
He was worse in high school,
had to be removed for truancy
and irredeemable behavior.
Joined the Marines, found he
had a knack for military combat,
channeled his antisocial behavior
into fighting wars, came home a
hero, settled down with a wife
his irredeemable behavior fixed,
until his wife left him for another
man, went crazy and shot them
both to death. Vanished after that,
and to this day he has never
been found.
Bob Boyd