When the News Gets Too Toxic

Sometimes I find the news gets too toxic,
like eating too much unhealthy food.

Sometimes after months and months
of consuming it, my mind gets

a little too filled with it, like a stomach
ache from eating too much food.

At that point, I have to pull back from
the tableau of negative news

and take a self prescribed news fast
to purge the toxicity out of my mind.

Bob Boyd

Sacrificing True Love for Money

She didn’t have true love on her mind.
Money was more important to her,
a practical woman.

I don’t care for gold diggers, but I think
I can understand her and commiserate.

I cannot blame her for seeking financial security
and nearly everything that money can buy.

I can understand her desires for the best food,
the best clothes, the best home and more.

Her life becomes sort of a Disneyland where
practically all her dreams and wishes come true.

What works for her, would never work for me;
I’ve no desire for that kind of life.

The glam, the luxuries, the riches mean
nothing to me.

But I can understand how they can make life
more fulfilling, and I can see how nice it would be
to never have to worry about money and be able
to buy nearly anything you want.

And given true love doesn’t always last, maybe
her practical plan is wiser than just seeking
illusive, true love.

Bob Boyd

The Greatest Escape

They planned the great escape for months,
quiet whispers when the lights when out.
The day, the time, the possible methods,
the coordinated efforts, the escape
when the captors would be off guard.
In 2018, they slipped out of their confines
scaled the walls, leapt to freedom.
They surreptitiously stayed out of sight
of those frantically searching for them
They skirted the city, avoided being seen,
made a successful great escape, and
were never seen again, as if they
fully vanished forever from the planet.
the Lab lizards of the University of Virginia.

Bob Boyd

The Heart Knows What It Wants, It Is Said

I’ve often read the heart knows what it wants,
as if the heart knew better than the head.

I like the sound and sentiment in that saying;
to me, it suggests the heart is truer in finding love
than the head.

Yet, despite what the heart wants, I think the head
is a far better guide when seeking love.

I base this partly on my own experience,
too often I’ve been led by my heart
when I should have been guided by my head.

And woe upon woes, the heartaches
the heart caused my head.

Bob Boyd

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