The hum of a small motor
the bubbling of water
the purification by a filter
the heat of a heater
all helping to keep fish
alive in an aquarium.
Bob Boyd
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The hum of a small motor
the bubbling of water
the purification by a filter
the heat of a heater
all helping to keep fish
alive in an aquarium.
Bob Boyd
If you’re in a Slavic country
and you’re a man or a pregnant woman
beware of bodies of water,
for the rusalki lurk there
irresistibly beautiful maidens
singing that lures you into the water
if your a man and you fall prey
to an alluringly beautiful Rusalka,
she drowns you to death
if your a pregnant women and you
stray to close to the water, she kills you
and kidnaps your unborn child
beware, beware, of the rusalki.
Bob Boyd
First everything is breathtakingly wonderful
you can’t stop thinking about her
you can’t get those thoughts of her out of your mind
you never imagined love could be like this
it has exceeded your every expectation
but, alas, at some point later
when the newness begins to wear off
when darkness creeps out of her soul and yours
everything begins to turn sour
and if married, you might find yourselves
in a divorce court hating each other
your fault or hers for the dissolution
of the once sweet relationship
pity how this scenario plays over and over
blessed or lucky are those
whose relationships never seem to sour.
Bob Boyd