The war drums are beating.
The soldiers are marching
the cadence of their boots
sounding on the ground.
The rulers are making speeches
to motivate the soldiers to fight,
the soldiers to die,
the wives and mothers to cry.

Bob Boyd

As he grew old
his life became
like a rushing river
days sped by faster
months and years
flew by seemingly
in the blink of an eye
and just like rivers
racing to oceans
his days were
racing toward
the ocean of
eternal bliss
consciousness.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful Bridgette
had six ex-husbands
wasn’t her fault
she was just unlucky
in her gambles with love
three were rogues
that cheated on her
the rest were free loaders
more interested in her money
than her love
beautiful Bridgette
love forsaken
more so when she got
old and her beauty
abandoned her
with never another
chance for lasting love.

Bob Boyd

Thousands died
a revolution to
break the chains
of totalitarian
oppression
the battle done
thousand more
dead on each
side, the
hardwon cost
of freedom.

Bob Boyd

I have reached a point in my life where
I don’t care if despite all the claims about
an afterlife, dead is dead and nothing more

I equate it to something like spiritual maturity,
but maybe it’s becase I’ve lived a long life
and that’s enough for me.

Whatever the reason, now I don’t care about
death ending me, and my afterlife being only
a corpse or ashes in the ground.

Bob Boyd

Some people believe in fairies,
and some claim they have seen them.

I’m not a believer in fairies
but maybe in a way they are real.

Perhaps, as is thought about cryptids,
fairies are interdimensional.

Bob Boyd

Billions of people have lived and died
on this earth since it began.

My question is where have they all gone?

Are they packed like sardines in some
crowded heaven

or worse in an overpopulsted burning hell?

Is the afterlife infinitely spacious enough
that it can contain unlimited numbers of people

or, for convenience sake, do we just die
dead in the ground and become part of the earth?

Bob Boyd

She was so elegant
a real genteel lady
impeccably mannered
poised and refined
dainty and elegant
but oh my Almighty God
at the slightest affront
she shed the elegance
and she sure could curse.

Bob Boyd

The chicken is
merrily clucking away,
as if she were forever
as if she were dying never
not knowing she’s
a few clucks away
from her doomsday
her transition to somebody’s
dead chicken dinner.

Bob Boyd

The war drums are beating.
The soldiers are marching
the cadence of their boots
sounding on the ground.
The rulers are making speeches
to motivate the soldiers to fight,
the soldiers to die,
the wives and mothers to cry.

Bob Boyd

He was born into a family of Christians
with six generations of ministers.
He became a devout Christain as a kid,
dreamed of becoming a minister too.
Never missed a Sunday service,
taught Sunday School as a teenager.
He attended a Christian high school
and a prestigious Christian College,
became a minister at age 22.
He married a sweet Christian woman.
At first it was a heavenly union,
both devout followers of Christ.
But with the years, he became too
controlling of his obedient wife.
He kept her from friends and family
until she found love with another man,
an unintended extramarital affair.
He couldn’t allow her to embarrass him.
He became enraged and betrayed
his Christian faith and his ministry
by strangling his adulterous wife to death.

Bob Boyd

He aspired to be a gangster
started with petty theft
graduated to gang membership
extortion and grand theft
moved up in the ranks and
was promoted to a hitman
but when he was assigned his
first hit, he couldn’t do it
he didn’t have it in him
that fatal mistake ended him
he’s buried under a building
built a few months ago
in downtown Boston, Mass.

Bob Boyd

His dog always knew when he was
being taken to the veterinarian.

He’d whine and moan and always
tried to hide.

The man who owned the dog
was almost the same.

Although he didn’t try to hide
or whine and moan outwardly

he avoided going to a doctor
like his dog would have

if his dog had free will and
wasn’t forced to go.

Bob Boyd

My friend Benny was always lucky at playing poker;
he always won money at it.

Benny was lucky with women as well; he never seemed
to get rejected and always had girlfriends.

But though an otherwise nice guy, Benny cheated at poker,
and he cheated on women.

Benny sometimes played poker with dangerous men
and I thought one day he’d get caught cheating with them

and end up dead and buried somewhere, a missing person,
never found.

But Benny’s biggest mistake was cheating on a crazy woman
who sent him to his grave with a bullet in his head.

Bob Boyd

I never cared about climbing dangerous mountains.
or skydiving out of airplanes thousands of feet above ground.

In my view, life is risky enough without making it
even more risky.

To me, the only risk of my life worth taking has always
been risking it in defence of another.

But that’s just me and you might be different, savorng the thrills and finding inexpressible joy and excitement

in climbing dangerous mountains and jumping out of airplanes whereas I’ve always been too scared to do those things.

Bob Boyd

Time is like a lawnmower
the way it keeps mowing
down my days.

My life is like a large lawn
that is three fourths or more
mowed as of today, Saturday.

I can’t hear the hum of the mower
but I can feel the days being
mowed away.

Bob Boyd

I have old friends in the afterlife.
And I’m good with being dead like them.
I wholeheartedly welcome the Reaper
and look forward to joining those friends.

I have consumed more than enough
of the pleasures and the pains of this life.
I’ve had more than my allotted share.
So it’s easy for me to think this way,
and I can barely wait for my dying day.

Bob Boyd

I wake up this morning at 3 am.
I think to myself if I had a girlfriend
or a wife who slept with me,
that would probably be an annoyance
to them.
I see that as one of the many benefits
of living solo without a girlfriend or a wife.
Sure it can get lonely without a
significant other, but there are also benefits
that you don’t have when with another.
I feel blessed that I can see my situation
that way, and I greet another wonderful day.

Bob Boyd

Many are the breakups,
Many are the divorces
Few seem to be the
high school sweethearts
whose love lasts a lifetime.
Some grow tired of what
was the loves of their lives.
Some grow apart when
the excitement dies down.
A few have murdered their
once loves of their lives.
Blessed are those whose
love lasts.

Bob Boyd

He Heard strange hissing sounds coming from his barn,
Something paranormal in the night he wondered, scared.
The eerie sounds ceased, and he could not find the source.
Some kind of vanishing ghosts or worse?
Heard it again next night, brought a gun and a flashlight,
Heard a whooshing sound inside the barn,
Only wind blowing through an open window.
At last he found the source of the hissing sounds,
A proud barn owl looking straight at him.

Bob Boyd