Category: Poetry

He loved his country’s
Freedom of speech.
He loved its liberty.
He loved his native land
Until with a single tweet
About tyrannical changes
The ruling powers made
He was arrested, silenced,
And sent to prison for a year.
Now he sees he is living in
A 1984 Big Brother world.

Bob Boyd

Fish swimming back and forth in an ever changing sea
Seeming to live for pleasure, food, and survival.
Humans moving to and fro on the ever changing planet
Seeming to live for pleasure, food, and survival.
Maybe we are like fish too but in a different life arena?
Similar for sure is the constant motion and endless striving.

Bob Boyd

Met a woman named Leona at a swank, upscale club.
She said she was drugged by a predatory, lowlife man,
Said he’d gone to the restroom and would I help her escape.
Being a gentleman, I said I’d give her a ride to her home.
On the ride to her home I noticed a bright full moon.

When we arrived at her apartment and I looked at her
I shouted, holy hell! Leona had morphed into a werewolf!
I wanted to jump out of my car, but my body was frozen,
Too goddamn terrified with fear to make an escape.
Werewolf Lenora growled if you kiss me, I won’t kill you.

As you can understand, I had fright filled hesitations.
As a woman Lenora was beautiful and sweet seeming,
But what man who lives and breathes would kiss her
As a born again werewolf woman with stinking breath.
But thinking it was my only chance to stay alive I risked

Everything and gave her a feeble, frightened kiss.
Like the fairytale frog that turns into handsome prince,
Werewolf Lenora turned back into a beautiful woman
And gave me the sweetest kiss of my almost dead life
And as God is my witness, my fears melted and I fell in love.

Bob Boyd

Strong wind shaking trees
Leaves laughing merrily
O how they love the wind
When it gets playful and
Gives them rides back and
Forth up and down.

Bob Boyd

Once upon a time if you were the wrong, darker race
You couldn’t drink out of the privileged race’s water fountain.
You had to drink out of a separate, segregated water fountain,
As if like the untouchables of India it was felt you’d profane
The privileged race’s off limits, undefiled water supply.
This makes me wonder what kind of idiot made that decision,
And who the hell made him or her think he or she was
A superior race like Hitler’s master race illusionary nonsense.
Thank God we can all drink out of the same water fountains now.

Bob Boyd

She always had a beautiful disposition,
As if a light of joy always beamed in her
And radiated out to every life she touched.
An extrovert extraordinaire, she liked a peopled life.
An introvert extraordinaire, I liked a quieter life.
It became like that east is and west is west thing.
Sadly after years of marriage we parted.
Sadder still, she died far too young years later.
I believe she’s in a heaven radiating more joy than ever.

Bob Boyd

Self dependent
No tensions
No quarrels
No compromises
No interference
No differences
No put downs
No disappointments

Free will
Free choices
Free decisions
Free time

No need for
Loneliness or
The often
Detrimental
Need for
An often
Unsuitable
Another

Bob Boyd

The beautiful women of my generation,
All old now and their looks obliterated.
Though it shouldn’t, this saddens me.
In their youth in movies and on TV
Their beauty seemed imperishable, but
Like dead roses, their looks have died,
A mournful reminder nothing lasts.
And so tragic their beauty was like a
Fleeting illusion in this impermanence.
Alas, if only these lovelies could have
Stayed young and beautiful forever.

Bob Boyd

He’d been studying her secretly for two weeks;
He’d gotten her patterns down and was ready to attack,
Easy prey, she lived by herself in a quiet part of the city,
He’d break in, hold her at gunpoint, raped her and kill her.
On the sweet chosen night, he began to break in her house,
A cautious sleeper, she heard him tinkering at her front door.
She knew danger was coming, told him she had a gun.
He said no problem, honey, I’ve got a gun too,
And I’m here to enjoy you, and I’m going to love killing you.
When he broke through the door she fired rat-tat-tat
He fired back rat-tat-tat. When the shots died down
The would be rapist/murderer was dead.
The would be victim was alive.

Bob Boyd

Thousands of people pass by me daily In this sorry city.
Some bump into me without an excuse me as if I don’t exist.
In a way I don’t as I roam this city mindlessly like a ghost.

These streets are suffocating, demoralizing and soul destroying,
But I’m homeless, addicted, broken and nowhere else to go.

This tired city is my meal ticket for surviving another pointless day.
I rummage through trash kills and garbage bins and beg for money.

Maybe one day I’ll turn things around, get over my addiction.
Maybe Jesus will save a godforsaken drug addict like me.
Maybe the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus are real.

Bob Boyd

Said he was a ufologist
who visited many sites
alleged to have ufo
activity.

Told me he finally
found a site with
ufo activity.

Location was in
a nearby forest.

Said he met aliens
Near a cave there.

Asked me if I wanted
to see the aliens
with him.

No way, I said.

A friend agreed to
go with him and
disappeared.

APB for ufologist —
a serial killer.

Bob Boyd

She took him back despite his cheating.
He promised he’d never cheat again.
Making up felt so wonderful and good
Like falling in love a second time.
Her happiness blossomed like a flower
But wilted and died six months later
When despite his heartfelt promise
He cheated on her with her cousin.
And she went a little crazy and
Smashed his new car’s windows
And its lights into shattered pieces.

Bob Boyd

It began with loud music
From the next door apartment
Arguments over the noise
Tempers began raging
Swearing and threats
Rose in the apartment house
Between the two men
Life ended for both of them

When the guy complaining
Shot the loud music guy
Who died immediately, 3 shots
The shooter got life in prison
Died of a heart attack from
The stress and the shock
And the loss of his freedom
From one insane mistake

Bob Boyd

It began with weed at parties
Then the LSD trips
Then the harder stuff
Consumed by drugs
His life in descent
Three years later
Staggering on the sidewalk
Weaving back and forth
Looking like a zombie
On the forlorn streets of
Kensington, Philadelphia

Bob Boyd

In England now you have to
Be careful what you post
On social media

The words deemed illegal
By the thought police will
Get their attention

And the British gestapo
Will pay you a visit and
cart you off to jail

Bob Boyd

At first it was exciting living in the dome on Mars
It was bigger than a giant mall and had everything.

We could see the Martian landscape through portals
The dust storms were amazing and awesome to see.

In special spacesuits we would take walks there,
To get outside on Mars was so freeing and fun.

But than some unknown Martian virus attacked us,
Maybe it had attached itself to our spacesuits

During our daily walks around the Martian land.
The virus was a killer, maybe something sentient.

It turned many of us into super powerful zombies
Who shrieked and growled and slayed many of us.

The mission was aborted. Survivors returned to earth,
And one of us carried the virus back undetected.

And morphed into the shrieking, growling zombie and
Infected thousands of people all over planet earth.

Bob Boyd

He moves through dimensions with ease.
He can appear and disappear at will.
He’s been seen thousands of times.
He seems like a deathless immortal.
No corpse of him has ever been found.
He’s more elusive than a stealthy ninja.
If you take a shot at him, he vanishes.
Who is this mysterious character?
He’s the forever elusive Bigfoot.

Bob Boyd

Hiking on my own in bear country
Something I wasn’t supposed to do,
Dangerous to hike there alone
Experienced hikers told me.
But too manly to worry about it,
Undaunted, I made the trek alone.

Halfway up a mountain, a cowardly
Bear jumped me from behind
And pinned me to the ground.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Bigfoot coming to my rescue.
As he was bigger than the
Bear, I knew the bear was toast.

To my surprise, Bigfoot spoke to
The growling, menacing bear.
In strange telepathic symbols
That appeared in my mind too.
Best I could tell Bigfoot said,
“Get the hell off him now.”

The bear quietly obeyed and
Sauntered on its wild way.
I got off the ground and tried
To thank Bigfoot, but he had
Vanished, probably into some
Unknown mysterious dimension.

Bob Boyd

Souls flying out of cars
Souls levitating through houses
Souls rising all over the world
Into the glorious heavens
Freed from worldly woes
Freed from disabilities
Freed from medical ills
Freed from the limitations
Of transitory earth life
United in love and glory
In the everlasting heaven
Christians call it The Rapture
They say it’s coming one day
But I don’t believe it’s true
But if it is prophetically true
I’m a believer in Christ
And I’ll be rising too
Hopefully not while sitting
In my bathroom on my toilet.

Bob Boyd

They cut off our heads when we sprout in the spring,
Their lawnmowers, like weapons of destruction to us.

Undeterred, unconquered, we resurrect again and again,
And lift our yellow, flowery faces in worship of the sun.

Bob Boyd