My name is sparrow
although I seem happy and free
many predators are after me
odds are I won’t live a full life

Bob Boyd

She was a beautiful young woman,
maybe a college student.
When asked if it was okay to
punch someone in the face
with a different political view,
she said yes, it was okay.
I thought to myself, beneath
that beautiful face lurks some
detestable evil that needs to be
psychologically evaluated, and
she became evil and ugly to me.

Bob Boyd

In 1718 London Bridge is Falling Down
was written, even though the bridge was not.
In 2026 all of London is falling down
overrun with migrants and crime,
knife stabbings in particular.
Citizens are being jailed for tweets,
and London is no longer London.
And instead of the bridge,
London and Great Britain are falling.
And instead of God save the king,
God save the patriots and London
and all of Great Britain.

Bob Boyd

Peacocks are such beautiful birds
strutting about, their train of
feathers majestically magnificent.
But not to leopards and tigers,
they see peacocks as only food.
What a waste of nature’s beautiful
bird artistry,
reduced to merely meals
for unappreciative predators.

Bob Boyd

But, thank God, it went bust.
She had an unexpected
reversal of mind about
us getting together,
and I didn’t try to
change her mind back.
No means no, and once a
woman changes her mind
we are through, no rewind.
But to get back on topic,
the Sweden back then
when I almost moved to it
was not the crime ridden,
migrant flooded, tulmultous
Sweden of today, and, thanks
to that Swedish woman, I’m
better off in the USA today.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I wonder if there are any old hippy women
now,
at least still in spirit if no longer in dress and in
practice.
I’d like to meet an old hippy woman for a platonic
friendship with.
I’m at an advanced age where a romantic relationship
is no longer vital to me.
And at my age men have low T which factors into
not lusting for the physical part of romantic love.
I’d like to talk to that old hippy woman about the good
old sixties days, gurus, seeking truth, etc.
But I’m at an advanced age where I’m not motivated
enough to look for one.

Bob Boyd

Is the primary purpose of this existence to
produce offspring and die?
Despite all the religions and beliefs is it all
for nothing except procreation and death,
like one would think the life of an insect,
a fish, or an animal woud be?
I like to think that there is more, like
an ultimate eternal bliss consciousness.
But maybe as some scientists believe,
we just live and die and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

Though our marriage didn’t
work out decades ago –
you, the rarely at home
outward extrovert –
me, more the homebody
inward introvert,
sometimes I wonder.

And though you died years
after our marriage ended
and I walked out on you,
sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I wonder if we
met in the afterlife would
we be able to make it work
there, like soulmates finally
in a fairy tale forever paradise.

And wherever you are in the
life after this one, I hope these
heartfeft words reach you.

Bob Boyd

Shopping above his pay grade in an upscale
grocery store, that catered to the rich,
a fancy woman, sporting diamond rings,
wearing designer clothes, came on to him.
Her beauty was compelling, her perfume
seductive, her voice enchanting.
But he passed her by with just a few
pleasantries, so not to reject her impolitely.
He could not afford her, and he didn’t want her
to afford him, like a kept lesser pauper man.
And he knew she had assumed that because
he was in that upscale grocery store,
he was upscale monied too and suitable,
instead of the monetarily unsuitable
peasant she’d find him to be.

Bob Boyd

She was a beautiful, talented,
accomplished actress in the 30s.
Now barely anybody knows
anything about her legacy.
Her fame, her fortune gone.
Her beauty, her talent, all
ended by Time.

Time the ender of fame, fortune,
greatness and legends.
Time the ender of so many beautiful
and talented women of yesteryear,
and some of today.

Time the Ender of Everything
has no appreciation for beauty,
fame, fortune or even fairness,
like the unfairness of little
children whose days are running
out in children’s hospitals all
over this time weary world.

Bib Boyd

As a young man, he had perfect health
and near physical perfection from
working out and eating right.
But when he grew older, past 70 years,
unexpectedly he developed health problems
despite his decades of excellent health.
Now he keeps having to take more pills
to just keep living a less enjoyable life,
and he wonders if it’s worth it.
He thinks maybe one day he’ll stop taking
all those pills and end his miserable life.

Bob Boyd

When birds die, is there
no heaven for them?
Do birds just go to a lifeless
oblivion, and that’s it?
You may think this is silly, and
I don’t give a damn if you do,
but I hope that birds have
an afterlife like humans are
alleged to have.
But maybe the East has it right,
birds and all lifeforms keep
reincarnating up the ladder
of rebirths until they become
humans and eventually –
reach a heaven-like afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful women appear and disappear
with every generation.
Just when you think the beautiful women
of your generation are going to last,
they grow old and their beauty is lost.
But fresh, young beautiful women emerge
to take their places.
And thus beautiful women keep appearing
and disappearing in this ever passing life.
But oh how I wish beauty could last, and
that all women could be beautiful forever.

Bob Boyd

I hear the crows cawing
outside my apartment
at least a hundred fold
they’ve come back again
I never know from where
I don’t know why they
always return
cawing loudly as if
celebrating a reunion
perhaps it is a reunion
held every few months
where they talk and
boast about their
different adventures
stuff they’d stolen
battles they’ve won
birds they fled from
after pirateering
their nests and
curious humans
they seen doing
curious things.

Bob Boyd

He never thought his life would
turn out the way it did.
No woman in his life, unemployed,
his savings depleted.
Broke and lonely, he got terribly
depressed,
thought about taking his life
until he got a phone call.
An ex-girlfriend had called,
told him she missed him.
He went out with her two
days later.
Their love rekindled, and
a new job.
Thanks to a job lead she
had given him.

Bob Boyd

We were both
fucked up,
me on wine
her on LSD
fell in love
instantly
made love
all night
psychedelic
music playing
both of us
feelin’ groovy
both free spirits
outliers from
conventionality
her, a hippy
me, a wanna be
took her home
to meet my folks
in Tennessee
kicked us both
out of their home
drove with her
back to Cali
argued along
the way
crazily
she left me
back in Cali
tired of being
with a wannabe
took off with
a real deal
hippy dude
I went back
to working
for the Man
completely
sold out
became a
straight arrow

Bob Boyd

Pisses me off how movies screw up history,
rewrites to sell the movies.
Bullshit myths that people believe because
they saw them in movies.
I’m been guilty of believing the movies too
until I heard or learned the real history.
Pisses me off that I was duped, but like most
I just accepted the movies as true.
Maybe you did too.

Bob Boyd

Lisa had tried the dating apps,
never met the right guy.
After texting many guys and
meeting some,
she never had any success.
She had a few boyfriends,
didn’t work out.
For some reason, at age 31
she couldn’t suffer not having
become married.
I guess she went little crazy,
or maybe she got too depressed,
when she hung herself to death
in her bedroom closet.

Bob Boyd

She always camped by herself,
liked the independence.
She didn’t fear any trouble,
trouble only happened to others.
Unwisely, she announced
locations where she went camping
in YouTube videos weekly.
A predator who watched her videos
snuck into her tent one night.
But luck was with her.
A pitbull her brother bought her
scared the predator away.

Bob Boyd

I knew a wild woman named Viv
who always said she was sticking it to the man.
She liked breaking parking meters with sledge hammers.
She busted machines that you had to pay money
to get stuff out of.
She never paid income taxes, always got jobs that
paid under the table.
She rarely paid any attention to speed limits,
said her personal best was a buck and a quarter.
She stuck it too much to the man when she
robbed a bank and got caught.
Now the man is sticking it to her in a court where
she just got sentenced to up to 20 years in prison.

Bob Boyd