Category: Poetry

He never wanted a common life.
He wanted to be noticed.
He wanted to be different.
He had work done on his face
To make him look like a demon.
He got more attention than he wanted
When he frightened a crazy man
Who saw him one foggy night
On a New York City street
The crazy man thought he was a demon
He yelled, “Get behind me Satan!”
He pulled out a knife and stabbed him
To death to send the demon back to hell.

Bob Boyd

She liked what he called the high life,
Designer clothes, overpriced restaurants, gourmet food.
He liked what she called the low life,
Low-cost clothes, fast food abominations, lackluster food.
She said with all the money you make with your auto dealership
Why can’t we have a fuller, richer life enjoying the finer things?
He said it’s best to live beneath your means;
You never know when a financial tragedy could strike.
She said but we have plenty of money in the stock market
As a buffer in case you’re so called financial tragedy strikes.

But that was right before the Great Depression
When all their stocks and the dealership were obliterated.
And she left him for a higher life with finer things
With an obscenely rich, dotty old man close to the grave
And inherited all his wealth when he finally died.
She spent it on a lavish lifestyle and a gaggle of gigolos
Until she became a lonely old lady when the money
And the gaggle of gigolo leeches were gone.
She spent her final penniless years in tearful distress,
Alone, depressed, and trapped in a destitute low life till she died.

Bob Boyd

She labors everyday at the can factory
Boring repetitive mind-numbing work
She daydreams of going to college
But there is no money and
She didn’t have the grades
Or the athletic ability
To get a scholarship
She feels her life is going nowhere
And daydreams of a romantic prince
Like the ones she reads about
In all those romantic books
To resurrect her love and her life
But she’s too emotionally damaged
And chronically heartbroken
From failed romances
From less than princely men
To ever try to find love again

Bob Boyd

She liked her peace
She liked her quiet
But she longed for love
She went to a bar
Seeking a prince
Instead she found
A drunken lush
Who destroyed
Her peace
And her quiet
But she stays
With him
Endures the chaos
And the racket
Because
Even after
Six miserable and
Tempestuous years
She stills thinks she
Can change him
Like changing
A gobbling turkey into
Into a screaming eagle

Bob Boyd

She saw her country losing its glory.
She saw her country going down.
Bumbling idiots in charge destroying it.
Crooked politicians and fake news media.
Some of them calling to silence free speech.
The coffers spent dry on housing illegals
At the cost of the country’s citizens in need.
She pined for the good times of yesteryear
When things were saner and more normal.
But she knew those times were gone forever,
And she was at the end of her life.

Bob Boyd

When Jack and Jill came down from the hill
Where they had a frank discussion
They realized their relationship
had been just a fairy tale
And it wasn’t going to go anywhere
So Jack found a new girlfriend named Jocey
And Jill found a new boyfriend named Joe
And the couples went up the hill
And had a wonderful picnic
When they came down from the hill
Jack married Jocey
And Jill married Joe
And they lived happily ever after

Bob Boyd

Mary used to have a little lamb
But when she and the little lamb grew up
Mary had a husband
And the little lamb died
Now Mary sits in a divorce court
Wishing she had that little lamb back
Instead of an annoying ex husband
Who didn’t treat her right
And cheated on her

Bob Boyd

He met her on a dating app
Didn’t know she was a
Logic-lacking Leftist
Suffering from advanced
Trump Derangement Syndrome
She rabidly spewed her
Leftist nonsense on the date
Tired of her womansplaining
The biased spin and all the lies
The date didn’t last a minute

Bob Boyd

Everybody thought my older brother was the nicest guy.
They didn’t know he had a nefarious darker side.
He had weaned himself on gangster movies.
He always rooted for the bad guys and booed the cops.
His main ambition in life behind his charming persona
Was to be a made man in the Mafia.
He tried to sign up in big city Boston.
Was told because he wasn’t Italian he couldn’t join
But could be an associate if he “Make his bones”
By taking out a guy named Sal Marino on the North End.
The hit must have gone badly wrong because
I never saw my gangster wannabe brother again.

Bob Boyd

She loved going to park concerts to hear Celtic music.
She listened to it on the radio and on the internet.
I remember when she died suddenly at age sixty-six
While listening to Celtic music on the radio.
Coincidentally Auld lang Syne was playing
When she said goodbye to this mortal world.

Bob Boyd

He liked going to bars to get in fights.
I always wondered what was wrong with him.
Sometimes he’d win. Sometimes he’d lose.
He often had the blacks and the blues
All over his beaten face and body.
He kept getting into bar fights
Into his too old to fight middle-aged years.
He began losing all his fights
Until he disappeared.
Rumors are rife.
A fight with a wiseguy
And preserved in concrete
Or dumped in the ocean?
A dementia from all the hits to his head
And locked away in a nursing home?
Nobody knows
But for sure
He had many enemies
Who are hoping he’s dead

Bob Boyd

After Cindy’s mother got dementia
She began to wander searching
For her deceased husband Joe
And Cindy had to find her and
Bring her back home and remind
Her mother that her husband
Joe had died twenty years ago
Cindy’s mother kept wandering
And looking for the love of her life
And Cindy had to keep finding her
Until one day Cindy’s mother died
And wandered into the afterlife
Dementia-free and finally found Joe

Bob Boyd

Angelo loved his collie dog he named Skip.
His troublesome neighbor hated barking dogs.
Skip was a quiet dog, rarely barked
Except one night when a burglar
Tried to break into Angelo’s house,
Which woke the neighbor up and
Despite the circumstances, pissed him off.

The next day the neighbor gave Skip a biscuit.
An hour later Skip threw up and was so sick
Angelo raced him to a vet who discovered Skip
Had been poisoned and tried to save Skip’s life.
His efforts failed, and Skip died on the examination table.
Angelo, a mafioso, had seen the neighbor give Skip the biscuit.
One week later, the neighbor mysteriously disappeared,
Much to a pig farmer’s oinking and sated pigs delight.

Bob Boyd

She lived a challenging life
Had three children and poor
Decided to change it one day
By writing a romance book
And making more money

Her mother said that was a
Foolish and impractical plan
You won’t make any money
She ignored her mother’s
Practical but hurtful advice

She stayed true to her dream
A year later, she finished her
Book and had a pro edit it
After having it turned down
By twenty-three publishers

Eventually her book was
Published and the book
Became a loved bestseller
That lifted her out of poverty
And made her a lot of money

Bob Boy

She wanted a manly man
Not a sissified soy-burgered boy
She wanted a bona fide strong-minded man
Not a weakened man poisoned by toxic femininity
Who grew up playing with barbie dolls
Brainwashed by a delusional birthing person

She wanted a manly man
Not a weakened man poisoned by toxic femininity
She wanted an old school Stallone or an Eastwood
Not an emasculated girl-like substitute
She had no use for feminized or binary men
She wanted a manly man
And married one

Bob Boyd

Though her cousin was personable and funny
She always sensed bad energy around him,
And she always avoided being with him.
Others didn’t seem to feel the bad energy.
Maybe she had a paranormal sixth sense.
Whatever she had, it was unfailing.
Five of her family members were poisoned to death
From sirloin steaks garnished with botulinum poison
That her evil cousin prepared for them
At a gather she had refused to attend,
Her sixth sense warning her to stay away.
When she warned her family members about attending,
They dismissed her superstitious and unfounded fears.

Bob Boyd

They just wanted to live their lives
In happiness, peace and harmony
Without wars with other countries.
Though they were doves,
Their peace and love didn’t matter;
They lived in a country of hawks..

When the war started
Like thunder and lightning
In the flaming night skies,
When the bombs fell,
The bombs didn’t separate
The doves from the hawks,
Didn’t care about peace and love
And the doves died with the hawks.

Bob Boyd

Born into prosperity
Had all the advantages
Grew rebellious
And bored with
Her predictable life
Squandered her
Advantages
Her comfortable
And secure life
On wild party times
On drugs and
Dissipation
For a hedonistic life

Lost her
Inheritance
Didn’t care
Now she’s homeless
And on the streets
Strung out on drugs
Trapped in
Soul slaying
Addiction
Destitute and
Selling her body
For another fix
Living in a hell
Far from the heaven
Of her early life

Bob Boyd

Her days and nights have grown colder
Her life has become more desolate
Since she left her devoted husband
For a sordid Facebook affair
That ended soon after
Her departure from her husband
For a fickle fake lover
Now far too late to reconcile
She bemoans the regrettable loss
She regrets the impulsive mistake
And wishes she never left
The man who really loved her
For a foolish Facebook fling

Bob Boyd

In the misty air of uncertainty
He began to get some clarity
He pondered his wasted life
Spent in drunken binges
And lost jobs and wives
Some wives he abused
Just as he was about to
Recreate a new himself
Two brothers of an ex wife
Beat the life out of him
For beating their sister
Who nearly died from
The beating he gave her
Justice served in a way
But the timing was so bad
When he wanted to make
Amends and become a
Reformed and better man

Bob Boyd