Category: Poetry

I suspect for most people
dreams of everlasting love
dawn in them in their teens
as they did in me.

Despite those romantic dreams
I, like others, never realized
those dreams of everlasting love
in this unpredictable, changing world.

This makes me wonder if
everlasting love is illusionary
that even if you have it for
a lifetime it doesn’t last
forever when you die.

It makes me wonder if
in the afterlife romantic love
is neverafter.

Perhaps replaced with
an unconditional love
for everyone.

Or maybe if dead is dead
and your you is obliterated
the dreams of everlasting
romantic love are dead forever
returning never.

Personally, I’d prefer if
romantic love was
everlasting in the afterlife
for even those who never
found it in this temporary life.

Bob Boyd

Who would have thought
the once highly respected
daily TV MSM news
would have become full of lies.
What happened to journalist integrity?
Why is there no journalistic oversight
to protect the public from all the lies?
Where is the objectivity instead of
the neverending left wing bias?
Day after day force feeding
their unhealthy junk food news
to many unsuspecting gullible
people addicted to their TVs
and believing the blatant lies,
eating up and blindly ingesting all
they see on the fake news on TV.
A sweet deal for the Left
an injustice for the Right
and a blight upon the once
highly respected TV MSM News.

Bob Boyd

To my surprise
the days don’t
pass slower
now that I’m
retired and
not working
anymore.

I thought the
days would
slow down
when I wasn’t
as busy as
when I worked.

But the days
pass by
just as fast,
and I suspect
they’ll pass
faster and
faster and
hasten me
sooner to
my expiration
death date,
which I think
will happen
in less than
six short years
despite feeling
healthy and
well now.

Bob Boyd

Good days,
cherish them
while they last.

Eventually
they go bad.
Sometimes
worse than
you ever
imagined
how bad a
day could be.

A car crash.
A cancer.
Death of
a loved one –
a son, daughter
brother, sister
a husband or
a wife.

Eventually
the good days
come back,
but those days
never last
forever.
Eventually
they’re all
gone when
you die.

But maybe,
just maybe,
you get
good days
forever in
the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

I read a poem about a woman
walking in beauty.

I saw a woman
born in beauty.

Actually I’ve seen many women
walking and born in beauty.

Actually I wish all women
could walk and be born in beauty

Actually I wish everyone could
be beautiful in all ways
from birth to death.

To me, that would be fairer
than the current status quo
of the few that walk in beauty
and are born that way.

Bob Boyd

My world is spinning faster and faster.
My days and nights are getting shorter.
I’m getting older and older far too fast.
I’ve finally really seen my life won’t last
after years and years of repeated denials
and feeling like I’d live forever and ever.
But now I’ve acclimated to my expiration,
and I just don’t care about it anymore.

Bob Boyd

Hail to people who deal in blood and guts,
that mend and heal us and save our lives,
doctors, nurses, doctors assistants, and such.
It takes amazing people with strong stomachs
to serve humanity with this kind of work,
like angels on earth with a greater mission
than most people have in their occupations.
Hail to people who deal in blood and guts.
I don’t know how they do it, I could not.
These are special people par excellence.
God bless them all for what they do.

Bob Boyd

Programmed to be your perfect mate, everything in common
with you.

Possessing the sweetest, most melodious voice
you ever heard.

Unwavering love and affection for you.

Always up for lovemaking and more than good at it.

Spontaneous, serendipitous, fun and playful.

Synthetic skin that feels as real as human skin
but does not age.

Programmed to be an equal partner, not a mindless slave.

An intellect that will match or exceed yours,
depending on your preference.

Her mind a source of unlimited knowledge.

Always supportive and caring.

Faithful and trustworthy, will not steal from you, cheat on you,
or leave you for another man.

Compassionate, kind, and possessing an evenness of mind,
never any drama or unhinged behavior.

Never argumentative but will gently keep you on course
should you stray into the possibility of a bad or harmful action.

Defensively empowered to protect you or your home from any harm.

Will never get sick or die.

Bob Boyd

A housefly lives 15 to 30 days.
I wonder if to that fly
those 15 to 30 days
seem like 65 to 95 days
in a human’s life.
But doubtlessly it
fares better in its old age
than humans do.
I’ve never seen a housefly
in a wheelchair, using a cane
or on a walker.
And I’m reasonably sure
it doesn’t have senior moments
or end up in a nursing home.

Bob Boyd

It amazes me how the world keeps spinning
and never misses a beat,

how flawlessly it works without anyone knowing
it’s spinning day and night,

as if it had automatically greased gears
that it spins upon anonymously.

It amazes me more that people and life
go on oblivious to the spinning,

as if the world was never spinning and
always stationary in the same place.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen
if the world got tired and stopped spinning

and if that would ever be a real
and disastrous possibility.

Bob Boyd

the day opened
with the sun rising
the flowers unfolding
the grass greening
the birds chirping
the insects crawling
humans waking up
humans growing up
humans getting old
humans dying
humans crying
until night fell
and everyone
and everything
fell asleep

bob boyd

He hated her.
He wondered
why he
married her.

He wondered
how he had
ever loved her.

And how he
missed all
the glaring
red flags
when they
were dating.

And how he
lost his mind
and foolishly
fell in love
with her.

Now that
she’s cheated
on him, he
smiles and
loads his gun
to end her
and him.

Bob Boyd

Everything they did
to look charitable
required cameras
and tip offs
to the media
to film them
doing their bogus
good deeds.

They had to make sure
the news saw them
as they were not.

It was all for show
and had nothing
to do with charity.

It was all to advance
their failed businesses
and vain self promotions.

They fooled some
people but most
people despised
their nonsense.

Most people just
wanted them to
go away.

Bob Boyd

She exhibits herself
on Instagram
with a bazillion photos
and a bizillion poses
this bothers him
not just because
of the egotism
not just because
of all the
look at me’s
but because
she’s his wife

Bob Boyd

He never cared for snobbery.
He disliked being labeled a commoner.

But he liked the king and the queen.
They were humble.
They were caring
of the people they served
and seemed to truly love.

Despite being royalty,
they never allowed their titles
or their royal rank
to amplify their egos.

They never acted superior
or dismissive of even
those thought to be
the commonist of commoners
that other commoners
thought they were better than
because they were to them
lowly farm hands and laborers
just like him.

Bob Boyd

Her existence seemed pointless.

Her life had been disappointing.
She never achieved her dreams.

Her love life had been a disaster.
None of her relationships worked out.

Her mind was in tatters.
She felt like ending her existence.

Until a hungry, stray cat
clawed at her door begging for food.

She took the cat in,
fed it and cared for it.

And she felt the cat
was like the start of a new life.

Inspired by how much
she liked having saved the cat,

She got a job at an animal shelter
and loved working as a caregiver for animals.

And found fulfillment in her work
and in her life.

Bob Boyd

She truly had
the sweetest voice
I’d ever heard.

She was petit
and so adorable.
I loved her attention.

Sometimes it was hard
to get her out of my mind.

Because of the over
50 years between us,
I couldn’t cross that
age gap line.

But, oh, how I
wished those
years could have
been close enough
to be with her forever.

Bob Boyd

It was great to have had a girlfriend
until he realized she dominated all his time
and always nitpicked and nagged him
and seemed to thrive on arguing with him.

He thought he was in love with her
until he realized love wasn’t supposed
to lead to unending arguments and ongoing turmoil.
She must have been thinking the same.
She left him after a chaotic year.

She was disappointed when he didn’t beg her to stay.
He didn’t want her anymore anyway.
When she left, he was relieved,
His peace and harmony restored.
And he’s been on a break from love
for over ten years and he’s living a tranquil life.

Bob Boyd

She left him on a Sunday
He offed himself on a Monday
She had said she’d be there for him,
never leave him no matter what.
She said she’d love him forever.
He was her only one.
Until he had a massive heart attack,
and his business went bust,
and all the money
and all her perks
were gone.

She didn’t shed a single tear
when she heard he died,
but cashed in on the insurance policy
that he failed to take her off.
She found another rich sucker
to leech off
and love forever
unless he went broke
and she lost all her perks.

Bob Boyd

it amazes me that
a notable American poet
achieved poetic fame
in American and abroad
writing many great poems
while often intoxicated
and kept writing them
through years of getting drunk
and surviving rocky relationships
he should have been given
some kind of esteemed medal
for his undeterred persistence
to his celebrated poetic art
despite all that drinking
and all that drunkenness
hail to his unfailing tenacity
hail to his great success

bob boyd