They Called Him a Failed Poet

They called him a failed poet
he died without achieving any fame
he wrote thousands of poems
in the early 1900s, but none of them
ever received the recognition
that they should have
that lesser poets achieved
he put his soul into his poems
lived only to create poetic works
always penniless, starved for his art
remained in obscurity all his life
died unrecognized for his poems
some said he wasted his life
I say he stayed true to his art,
lived and died doing what he loved.

Bob Boyd

The Witching Hour

Six cats were outside his house meowing banshee-like
as if singing a dirge for a cat that died of old age
he had to bury

by coincidence, it was 12am, which gave the scene
an eerie vibe, like out of a horror movie

he was just a kid, so it kind of scared him, even
though he knew the cats couldn’t harm him

the 12am witching hour was a little too coincidental
but at least no witches appeared that night and
none of the cats turned into one.

Bob Boyd