Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, walk 2 hours daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023.

Ruth

I remember when I learned you died
A lone obit on the net

You died too soon
I think it was the smoking

Though we hadn’t been
for many years
I felt pangs for you

I wish it never happened
I wish you could have
had a longer life
and maybe kids
and a good husband

I hope you have something better
wherever you are

Though our love
was beyond retrievable
my heart mourns
for you
having such
an early demise.

Bob Boyd

Stuff

I thought we had true love
I thought it would last
But you had other plans

Selfish plans
In violation of true love
In violation of vows

You wanted more stuff
I didn’t care about

So you met a rich guy
Who dazzled you with stuff
And you left me
I didn’t care about that either

Then the rich guy said goodbye
And took his stuff

You cried and wanted the guy back
who didn’t care about stuff
Like a fool
I succumbed.
Like a fool
I felt sorry for you

Your redemption worked
until you found another guy
with more stuff

I’ll never make that mistake again.

Bob Boyd

Ode To A Stink Bug

He sneaks into my apartment somehow
He’s a weird-looking critter I must say
And he’s sitting here looking at me now
I could end his life in a flash, but hey
He’s just sitting there not causing trouble
Were he a mosquito, I’d be bitten
And that bug would be dead on the double 
Unlike the stink bug with whom I’m smitten
Because of his odd look and gentle ways
I’m sure he’s not gentle with smaller prey
But it is not his fault in nature’s maze
We all eat smaller things; it’s nature’s way.
Poor stink bug saddled with a name that stinks
When named, if only he could have said nay
And gotten a cooler name like The Spinx.

Bob Boyd

When I Am Away From You

When I am away from you
I get lonely and heartsick
I so feel lost and alone
And I can’t live without you

When I am away from you
My heart cannot stop aching
And my world goes to pieces
From longing to be with you

But when we are together
My heart bursts with happiness
And I feel like I’m in heaven
Because of the love we share.

Bob Boyd

Reunion

I remember her last resigned gasp
The awful rattling in her throat
The end of her, the end of everything
Without her, I wanted to die too.

For ten years I’ve had endless laments
Never ceasing in my love for her
Never loving another woman
True to her as if she never died.

Now with a deadly stage 4 cancer
My diseased life coming to an end
I hear a voice, see a pretty face
My Love smiling and waiting for me.

Bob Boyd

Pet Stores Shouldn’t Keep Bettas In Plastic Cups

In a pet store, languished a sad, old Betta fish
Jailed in a tiny plastic cup with a tight lid
Depressed he wondered how have I come to only this
Plastic cup-bound captive unhappy and morbid.

When he was a younger fish, he had great grand dreams
Of living the high life in a ritzy fish tank
With bubbling water and lights like soft moonbeams
With years trapped in that goddamn cup, his hopes all sank.

Then came a renowned fish whisper named Bob Boyd
Who quietly listened to the Betta’s sad tale
And he deduced he didn’t have to be a Fraud
To see the Betta was suffering in his jail.

Having no money on him, he needed a plan
He didn’t have one till he saw an open door
With the excited Betta in his trembling hand
He yelled Freedom! And ran right out of the pet store.

Bob Boyd

For Maria

In deeper Catholicism are revered Victim Souls
Who’s suffering helps everyone in the whole world
If that is true, the rest of us play far lesser roles
In this intermission before the great afterworld

I believe Maria’s temporary earthbound fate 
Might be like those Souls and a prelude to something great  
I believe when she leaves this ever uncertain world
She will be like an angel in the great afterworld.

Bob Boyd

I’m So Done With That Miss Vicky

I’m so done with that Miss Vicky
Love bomb poem didn’t sticky
Blind like a bat, she cannot see
What could have been, what ought to be.

But it doesn’t matter to me
Don’t care about what could not be
Got a plan to set my heart free
In the next stanza, you will see.

I got game at Harris Teeter
Probably find someone sweeter
Fresh pickins’ in the produce aisles
Hotter stuff with come hither smiles.

Written in 1918 by Bob Boyd, who was a humble and distinguished Scottish Lord, while taking the waters to cure his aching heart at the celebrated Sturbridge Spa in Sturbridge, Massachusetts. 

Why I Never Found Bigfoot 



I have hunted Bigfoot for years
Got frustrated and had angry tears 
Didn’t find his body or scat
All I found was a mean wild cat

Once I found big footprints in snow
But it was just a silly show
I thought for sure that they were his
Just pranksters messing with my biz

I know now why no trace of him
My image of Bigfoot was dim
He’s more than the conventional
He’s an Interdimensional. 

Bob Boyd

A Chipmunk and a Tricky Crow Named Randy

Chipmunk, Chipmunk what do you like to eat?
Bonbons are my favorite treat.
Chipmunk, Chipmunk where do you find candy? 
From a tricky crow named Randy
He brings me vegetables and mealworms too
Once he brought pieces of a vegan stew
I spit it out and said that won’t do 
Randy was trying to be tricky and coy
And turn me into a soy boy.

Bob Boyd
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