Category: Poetry

He lost sight of things
When he became famous
When he became wealthy
Got too good for old friends

Took up with a celeb crowd
Party people and drug uses
Left his average-looking wife
For a beautiful supermodel
Not as caring as his ex wife

Blew his money away on
Hot cars, houses and junk
Supermodel said goodbye
Broke, alone and contrite
Missed his ex wife’s love

Needed her caring support
Too late, too damn late
Like his money, she was
Blown out of his life too
Like the hot supermodel
She was gone forever

Bob Boyd

She told him she’d love her forever
He said he’d love her forever
Days, months, a few years later
She had a different timetable than his
His forever remained forever
His heart remained true
Her forever became never
Her heart became untrue
So much for falling in love promises

Bob Boyd

Everything eats
Everything kills
Carnage everywhere
Nothing eats
Nothing kills
Carnage nowhere
This life
Next life
Hell
Heaven

Bob Boyd

Beware the promises
lovers tell you when
love begins.

For they will be
forgotten before
love ends.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager he had a Christian friend
Who told him if he didn’t believe in Jesus
He was going to go to hell when he died;
It was the Jesus way or the hell highway.

His heart went out to remote island natives
Who never saw a Christian missionary
and were hellbound out of ignorance
Of the Lord’s one and only true way.

Bob Boyd

The pastor approached
The dead man in the coffin
To raise him from the dead.
The dead man, a bad actor,
His mouth breathing air
Before the pastor rose him
From his corpse performance.
Some believed the fake
Resurrection, thought the
Pastor had Christlike power,
And the pastor and the
Fake dead man had a
Great, unholy payday.

Bob Boyd

On a family outing in a park
Little Cathy went missing.
Family searched everywhere.
Never found little Cathy.
Decades later still a mystery.
Nobody knows what happened
To the family’s poor little Cathy.
One of life’s many horrors
That happens repeatedly.

How can so much evil
Continuously happen in
This uncertain. capricious life?
I’m not a believer in Satan,
But for those who believe,
I can see how for them this
is an explanation for the horrors.

Bob Boyd

66 million years ago
A cataclysmic event
A six mile in diameter
Asteroid slammed
Into planet earth
Blocked out the sun
Killed the plants
Destroyed the
Dinosaurs

Now asteroids threaten
Planet earth with close
Calls every so often
Scientists working
To protect the planet
With defense strategies
Like impact strategies
No telling if they
Will succeed in time
To save this world

Bob Boyd

Javagal Narasimha
Temple in India
Adorned with
Many carvings
Holds mysterious
Secrets of the
Complex Hindu
Ancient theology
Even seers can’t
Decipher all the
Secrets displayed
On this temple’s
Magnificent works
Of art and religion.

Bob Boyd

Dogs excited to see you
When you are away
Whether for minutes
Or for many days
You get the same
Level of excitement.

Humans might miss
You, but not like that,
The unwavering love
Dogs always have
That few humans
Ever have.

Bob Boyd

Free speech stifled
In once great country.
Thought police pawns
In new dictatorship.
Are the purges next?

Bob Boyd

A man in Africa said he could read the minds of animals
And telepathically communicate with them as well.
When he told his prominent family about his new power,
To get him psychiatric help, they called the authorities
Who locked him away in an institution for the insane.
Peeved at his family’s betrayal and his imprisonment,
He sat quietly in his room, closed his eyes, and summoned
A gang of gorillas who tore the institute apart and rescued him,
And he spent the rest of his life living with the gorillas
Trusting them more than harmful, unbelieving humans.

Bob Boyd

There’s been a pandemic of crazy people lately.
Why is nobody talking about this?
Road ragers going nuts on the highways.
Unbalanced protestors blocking traffic on streets.
Lunatically crazy women called Karens everywhere.
Women legitimately named Karen flipping out too,
Bat crap crazy about their name being profaned.
Unhinged people throwing paint on art masterpieces.
More crazed fathers shooting their families to death.
Insane people shooting scores of people weekly.
Crazy people getting fleeting fame for crazy things.
Some Christains say the Second Coming is soon;
God knows we could use a Jesus miracle now
To heal this world of all the increasing craziness,
And that idea is probably a little crazy too.

Bob Boyd

Met her in the dreamscape.
Walked into one of her dreams.
Not by design, not sure how.
I must have been invited or
Somehow lured there by her
Not sure what kind of being
Her so far formless self is,
Sense a loving presence.
Maybe tonight I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

In his world of woes
He staked his claim
On a hill of heartaches

He buried his heart
In a cemetery of despair
And never loved again

Bob Boyd

Those dreams returned again and again
Of a deceased girlfriend from yesteryear.
Real or just dreams, he wondered.

When she looked at him and talked
And he started becoming entranced
He wondered if she was possessing him.

In the most lucent and personal dream
She said they’d be together again soon.

He died of a massive heart attack
The day after that netherworld prophecy.

Bob Boyd

In a deep coma from a head injury
He wasn’t entirely comatose.

He could feel the prayers of
All the friends and loved ones
Praying for him day and night.

He traveled into the afterlife,
Saw mysteries and wonders
While he was astrally there.

Saw the One, the Ruler of
Time and Space. Knew
His life was changed forever.

When came out of the coma,
A new reborn, healed man,
Attended St. Philip’s Seminary
Became a devout Catholic priest.

Bob Boyd

We’re thrown into this crazy mix,
A world with lots of pitfalls
Where evil has full reign.

We had no choice it seems
Being born into all of this.
Some claim we had a choice;
Some say we chose our lives
Before we were born here.

According to some beliefs
Our mistakes are being tallied
By a judging Overload above.

Too many mistakes and you’re
Imprisoned in a burning hell.

Woe to those who come here
As psychopaths and such
Consigned to hell from birth.

Woe to regular people who
Make a lot of human mistakes
If the judging Overload theory
Is one hundred percent true.

I don’t believe it, do you?

Bob Boyd

My girlfriend Chelsea (Never liked that name)
Is an uncommonly crazy different kind of woman

Loved all sorts of paranormal and New Age stuff,
Claimed her animal totem was a howling werewolf.

And she would often howl all through our house.
God how I hated that annoying, foolish racket.

And I often worried about her mental faculties,
More than once I suggested she see a shrink

Until one fateful full moon Halloween night.
She howled louder than usual and growled.

When I went to see what was wrong with her,
She had morphed into a ten foot werewolf.

Maybe because she loved me she let me go
When I ran out of our house like a sprinter.

And ain’t no way I’m ever going back.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager
Christian teenager posed
As a friend

Told me it was
Jesus or Hell

Said what if I
Lived on an island
And never heard
Of Jesus?

Chrstian guy had
No answer for that
And became a
Fair weather friend

But really he was a
Phony friend
With his agenda

Never respected that
Don’t to this day
And cannot abide
The one and only way

But Jesus is cool
And I believe
He’s real deal
But not the
Only way

Unless he tells
Me so when I
Meet him after
I die.

You see I’m a
Believer in Christ
But not as the
One and only way

Bob Boyd