Poems by Bob Boyd

Codex Gigas aka The Devils Bible
took 180 animal skins to make
36 inches tall 29 inches wide
nearly 9 inches thick
a lot of devil for a book
a full page picture
of Satan himself inside
maybe an advertisement
curiously, blasphemously
it contains a full edition
of the Christian Bible
how the hell did that get
in a Devil’s Bible?
and why didn’t Jesus
who could walk on water
and cast out demons
cast the Devil out of it?
nobody knows who wrote it
the unknown author
supposedly made a
pact with the Devil
when creating it
it’s alleged to be cursed
(would you expect anything
less from a Devil’s Bible?)
and will bring disaster or
illness to anyone fool
enough to possess it
(pun intended)
it’s on display online at the
Sweden National Library
been there, saw it
now I’ve got the pox
my car has been stolen
flies invaded my home
the devilish night hag sat
on my chest last night
nearly suffocated me
and I dreamed I was in hell
all of the above seemed
fitting when messing with
a cursed Devil’s Bible
so do yourself a favor and
don’t make the same mistake
as yours truly did
beware of the Devil’s Bible
don’t even look at it
it’s a damn sight worse
than a Ouija board.

Bob Boyd

P.S. It occurred to me that
someone who doesn’t know me
could think I was serious in
this poem about the effects of
seeing the Devil’s Bible.
It’s real and I did see it online,
but I was kidding about side effects.
I can’t help myself. I love to kid around.
And I believe it’s important to not
lose you ability to kid around, no
matter how old you are. I see that
as having a lightness of being.

I’ve watched many true
crime shows on YouTube
most involved homicides
many people killing people
the numbers are massive
happening everywhere
to people who probably
thought murders only
happened to other people
to me, the most surprising
are those with one spouse
murdering the other
nuptial bless gone bad
once lovers turned killers
but the constant I have
seen in many of these
true crime shows is all
the good people in this
world who get murdered
women, men, spouses,
random good people, even
innocent little children
which makes me wonder
why so many good people
get murdered in this world
and why so many people
are inherently homicidal.

Bob Boyd

Her path in life
possibly predestined
was to be burdened
with insanity before
age twenty three

why did this happen?
why did this have to be?

why couldn’t she
have had a sane life
like most others?

why did she have
to lose her mind?

what in creation
creates ill fates
like this?

why do some have
to suffer the scourge
of insanity

while others it never
touches?

you could say
emphaticlly it’s
bad karma

but be honest
you really don’t
know

you’re just parroting
what you’re read
or heard

as for me, I can’t
offhandedly
and unknownly
claim it’s
bad karma

but, if I had to
guess, I’d guess
it was something
random and
unfathomable.

Bob Boyd

Those innocent
cute babies
cradled in their
mother’s arms

sweet bundles
of delight
joys to behold

looking at those babies
in their
adorable innocence

it’s hard to
imagine what
a few of them

will grow up
to be

nearly unfathomable
to see or believe
that a few of them

out of thousands
probably millions

will grow up
to be serial killers

but alas some
innocent babies
do

their innocence
replaced with
malevolence

from sweet newborns
to the cruelest
of killers

from innocents to
the slayers of
innocents

mostly young
women

if there’s a God
that’s loving
which I believe
there is

how could that God
ever allow this?

Bob Boyd

Adorable
really adorable
with the
the sweetest voice
I ever heard
she had a
crush on me
a gift from God
some could easily
say, if they ever
saw and heard her

but she was only 27
and I was 70
I was born too
early
she was born
too late

alas, as if
cursed by
fate

the gift from
God could
never be.

Bob Boyd

She delivered my Amazon delivery
today

She placed it in the wrong but
okay location

I didn’t see it in the right place,
so I came out of my apartment building

to look for it and saw her, a beautiful
young African American woman in her Amazon truck

I asked her politely where the delivery was
she said up the flight of stairs in front of the door

(that is the back door up those stairs to the
hallway in which my apartment is located)

she said she couldn’t get the code to work
at the front door

so she hiked up the back stairs and left
the package there, close enough 👍

she offered to get the package and bring
it to me

I said no need, easier for me to just open
the back door

and I don’t want you to have to go back
up those stairs again

I said thank you for the delivery, and
she smiled such a wonderful smile

I said I like your hat (a beautiful orange
hat that looked great)

she smiled and said I like your hat
too, (a burgundy Gatsby hat)

in that brief moment, that fleeting exchange,
she looked absolutely beautiful to me

I felt there was even greater beauty in her
and goodness in her soul

for a fanciful moment, I briefly thought how wonderful
it would have been to be young and with her.

Bob Boyd

Some
UFO experts
and abductees
claim
the aliens
extract semen
from males
and ova
egg cells
from females
the purpose
being to
create a
more peaceful
hybrid
to keep
this world
from being
blow to bits
in a
nuclear war.

Bob Boyd

As the moon grows pale
in the passing of the night
so does her beauty
his handsomeness
their lives
as the sun grows bright
in the beginning of the day
death lights up
rejuvenates
her beauty
his handsomeness
their lives
like the moon
full and radiant
in the darkness
the rejuvenating
reborn night.

Bob Boyd

Damn! the pull of the need for romantic love
is so goddamn, magnetically powerful
even a age 80, occasionally I feel its pull
especially in dreams when I’m with a woman
never erotic, far as I can tell, usually romantic
I think that’s a manifestation of the love bug
in dreams since I don’t pursue it
or have it in the reality of the waking world
though at times in this world I weaken
I think of how nice it would be to have
the company of a woman physically and
mentally attractive and entertaining to me
when it’s good, it’s heavenly, when it’s bad
it’s like hell, or at least, close to it. 🙂

Bob Boyd

The chaotic movement of objects
all about a room
no sightings of ghosts
no eerie sounds
no chilling of the air
not an angry spirit
psychics cannot discern it
a living agent
a person’s unconscious
the unnatural cause of it
connected to girls
and young women
the Poltergeist phenomena.

Bob Boyd