Category: Poems

you could say I know the score
and more, the waxing, the waning,

the hearts, the flowers, the joys,
the sorrows, promises kept,

promises forgotten, love that lasts,
love that ends, and love that never
dies – unconditional.

Bob Boyd

I write that because they all seem to be revealed
through hypnosis,

and I don’t trust information I believe is suggested
and implanted through hypnosis,

but these hypnotic alien abduction revelations sure
get fascinating.

For example, abductees claiming aliens extracted
their semen and eggs to build human hybrids.

For example, abductees claiming they saw what
looked like humans standing in upright tubes.

But the wildest revelations of all is the hypnotic induced
claim that aliens created us.

You can choose to believe all that, and I can understand
how you could, even the aliens created us part.

As for me, I’m skeptical, and I know when people
have near death experiences and reach the zenith,

they’re seeing Source aka God and not alien overlords.

Bob Boyd

Even though you left me home a lot
when you found new female friends and

spent more time with them than
with me –

I should have loved you more.

Even though when I got tired of being alone
and neglected,

and I left you and never came back to you
despite you wanting me back –

I should have loved you more.

A couple of decades later I felt sad for you
when you died at a young 50, and if we meet

again in the afterlife … I will love you more.

Bob Boyd

You looked so beautiful in your photo after
you died and came back to life –

after you saw paradise and spent some
time there.

It was as if you brought some paradise
back with you in your eyes

and in you smile – after you died and
came back to life.

Bob Boyd

In high school she wasn’t attractive, but when she grew older
she began winning beauty contests, as if like the dull caterpillar

morphing into the beautiful butterfly, she metamorphosed from
an unattractive teenager to an incredibly beautiful young woman.

And I have never understood how within a few years her
looks had changed so dramatically, so miraculously. And

how I wish I had asked her out when she had a massive
crush on me in high school.

Bob Boyd

When I brought my new date, Linda, to my house,
my dog Moby kept growling at her. I apologized to
Linda and shut Moby away in a spare room. Linda
had brought some strawberry wine she made herself
for me to try, and it tasted so good that I drank three
glasses. But afterwards I got woozy and passed out.
When I woke up, Linda was gone with my laptop, my
wallet and other valuables I had in my house. Then I
let Moby out of the room and he wagged his tail happy
to see me but gave me a look that said I told you so.

Bob Boyd

An impoverished old man on Social Security visited
a thrift store to save some money on clothes. To his
surprise, the clothes were marked up almost as high
as in a department store. He checked the prices on
other items as well and felt like he was in the
Macy’s of thrift stores. Pissed. Seeing the store was
a rip off, he had no qualms ripping the store off for
two shirts and a pair of wing tip shoes. Because he
pretended to be feeble and walked with a cane, the
sales ladies didn’t suspect him of stealing. And he
hobbled out of the store, a Robin Hood for himself.

Bob Boyd

His aunt, slightly eccentric, had to have
everything just right, and if he didn’t
have something in the right place when
he put it back, she’d snap and he’d get
a quick slap. But the slaps didn’t hurt.
She was 87 and weak. He was 23 and
strong. His aunt was saintly the rest of
the time, so much so, she could have
been sainted. And when she died she
left him ten thousand dollars in her
will, which hurt more than the slaps.
He blew it all on whisky and women,
and the one he loved broke his heart,
when she left him after his inheritance
was gone, and he wished his aunt had
been alive to give him a quick slap when
he started wasting all that free money.

Bob Boyd

Young people partying in the streets of Soho, London,
cruising the bars, high on the merriment. No concerns.
Enjoy it while you can. Your world is closing in. Your
country is collapsing. People in prison for tweets. Be
careful what you say or write on the Internet. Military
age Muslim men, economic migrants, 46,000 in 2026,
invading your country, put up in hotels, given benefits
and money. A two-tier justice system. Good luck if you
are a patriot. You’re on the wrong side of woke politics,
and they call you Right Wing, as if an enemy of the
country you love and may have fought for. No matter.
And be careful about hoisting your country’s flag. It
might be against the law to do so, don’t want to offend
the foreigners who can fly their flags freely. You’re just
a citizen who pays taxes, and you’re probably British
white, another strike against you. And J D Vance and
others believe you’ll be the first Muslim country with
nukes. Even Big Ben knows your time is running out.
And soon your lives will be in shambles. So party on
in Soho while you still can.

Bob Boyd

You think you got troubles? Thank your lucky stars
you weren’t born a feeder goldfish.

Not good enough to be a privileged upper class,
pedigree goldy, considered unfit for a proper pet.

Screwed from the day you were born for one
purpose – to be eaten by a bigger fish.

Imprisoned in a glass gulag, no way out, no escape,
except death by being eaten.

So the next time you take a hissy over a bad hair day,
or some goofball leaving you that you were better

off without anyway, thank your lucky stars you
weren’t born a feeder goldfish.

Bob Boyd