Day: September 20, 2025

It’s like you and I are from different planets,
Nothing in common, so freakin’ far apart.
How the hell did we ever get together?
Sure you are beautiful, and you think I look good too,
But is this only a superficial, never lasting love?
Or despite the agonizing differences, are we really a couple?
Have we spent six months and two weeks together for nothing?
And what about the I love yous, need yous, want yous,
Were those endearments as hollow as the inside of a bell?
I mean why are we even together, why the hell are we so badly yoked?
Sometimes you drive me so crazy I feel like copycatting those people who jump off buildings.
Seriously, you drive me insanely crazy like that and make me an emotional maniac.

What? What did you say?

“If you feel our relationship is so painful and dysfunctional, why don’t you leave?”

I don’t leave because it would hurt more to be without you.
Because I’d be driven even crazier from not having you in my life.
Because despite my inane complaints, my insipid rantings, I need you.
And because I love you beyond words, beyond reason, and beyond anything and everything.
And I’m sorry, and I promise I’ll stop these stupid, deal breaking rantings.

Bob Boyd

A second chance
for love
so complete
– at first.
Then cracks
appeared.
Her habits
at first
endearing
began to wear.
His drinking
okay – at first.
Then began to
tear the fabric
of their love.
Intolerable –
near the end.
Months
of fighting
then physical
abuse.
Him
lying dead
after dinner
poisoned
to death.
Her
million dollar
insurance
payout.

Bob Boyd

Banners raised, they charge.
This time not soldiers, swords or cannons.
Buttons pushed, alarms blaring
Nukes raining from the skies.
Both sides lose.
Billions dead.

Bob Boyd

Supermodels in London and Milan
Strutting down runways with joyful elan.
Beautiful women only for a while
Compare not to Miss Vicky’s ever-sweet smile.
Enthralling young beauties rank second place
To her enduring charms and lovely face.

Bob Boyd

He spent his days among the beasts and the birds
of the forests.
He preferred their company over what he saw as
human beasts.
They had no guile, no greed, no cowardly snipes.
He lived as a self exiled recluse far from cities,
towns and villages.
He foraged and hunted for food, never bothering with
humans or grocery stores for sustenance, only for
ammunition and his disability checks.
He became a fugitive after defending a deer he had befriended,
killed two hunters that were hunting it.
A year later, U.S. Marshals tracked him down, and after
a protracted shootout, gunfire and smoke lighting up the forest,
bullets whizzing back and forth, two of marshals were dead, as well as him.
His life over, no more human beasts, no more running, maybe with the beasts and the birds he loved so much in a forest-like afterlife.

Bob Boyd

At first the sightings were random
and suspected as mere hoaxes.
Years passed, the sightings, and
the species of cryptids increased
and multiplied into the hundreds of
thousands, but few were taking
the surges seriously, as if they were
all imaginary or just fabrications.
But as people kept disappearing
nearly half a million or more,
alarms began sounding, the public
started panicking, the government
reacted, the military was on alert.
But the military reaction was far
too late and was not a deterrent.
The cryptids had the power of
invisibility and could not be tracked
or killed in their unseen masquerades.
A few were blasted to death when
they infrequently became visible, but
most were not, and the cryptids began
slaughtering members of the military
and government officials en masse.
In less than a year, every human on
the planet was eradicated, and the
millions of cryptids claimed earth as
their new territory, their new domain.

Bob Boyd

his ex wife always said she saw werewolves.
he often suggested she seek counseling.
she said she was a sensitive and didn’t need it.
eventually he had to break up with her.
he became tired of her werewolf delusions.
she couldn’t let him go, made a scene.
when she left, she said she werewolf cursed him.
he knew then she had mental health problems.
but a rising full moon revealed the truth
when a howling werewolf stalked him,
broke into his home and tore him to pieces.

Bob Boyd

After he moved to a house next to a cemetery
he began hearing ghosts moaning in the cemetery.
When he told friends about the moaning and invited them to his house to show them the proof, none
of them heard the sounds of the ghosts.
He stopped telling others about the moaning and
wondered if they were all in his head, wondered
if he was going crazy.
But the day came when he found out he
wasn’t hearing things; he wasn’t crazy.
That day was the day he was dead, buried in the
cemetery and moaning with the rest of the ghosts.

Bob Boyd

I can remember in my youth kidding around with a woman
when after a while the fun and games would become serious,
while playing the games I began falling in love.

Now old and nearly fossilized, all I have are my memories
of the fun and the games and wish I could play them again
before I’m in the ground unable to have any more fun.
Or play any more games with women and love.

Bob Boyd

She went by the name of Duffy.
She charmed me with her captivating ways.
Three months later she moved in with me,
and brought her calico cat.
At first Duffy brought me love and bliss.
But with time and complaints about
the toilet seat being left up and other things,
Duffy became controlling and crazy,
smashing fine china dishes, busting toilet seat lids,
kicking the crap out of the LCD TV.
Eventually she became totally unhinged
and left me in a window breaking, furniture wrecking,
car tires puncturing huff.
But at least she left her calico cat, named Muffy
that, not to be catty, but I loved that cat more than her,
except for the fact that her name rhymed with Duffy.

Bob Boyd