Poems by Bob Boyd

He won the lottery.
Never had a dime
then suddenly
got rich with millions.

Had so much money
he didn’t know what
to do with it all.

Blew it on gold digging
women, expensive
clothes, fancy cars,
exorbitant homes.

Went bankrupt a few
years later from in
his words, “Spending
my money like a Boss!”

Bob Boyd

I wonder where Ruth is now,
a sweet woman I once loved
and was married to for 7 years

until my introvert nature and
her extrovert nature became
at odds with our love.

She began spending more
time with friends than with
homebody me.

Decades after we divorced,
Ruth died in her early 50s,
of what I don’t know.

I read of her death in an
obituary online and felt
so sorry for her.

Despite our marriage and
our love not working out,
I would have liked her to
have a long and happy life.

And I wonder where Ruth
is now.

Bob Boyd

The flowers keep coming back
every Spring.

Is this a form of reincarnation?
Do flowers keep incarnating
life after life?

If so, is it the same for you
and me? Some people claim
they’ve lived past lives.

Some seem like they could
be creditable, but hard
to say if they are.

Most have no idea if they’ve
been here before or where
they were, if anywhere,
before they were born.

As for me, I’m hoping
reincarnation isn’t real.
Imagine coming back on
the cusp of a
full blown nuclear holocaust.

Bob Boyd

If you’re a fly reading this, that’s nothing to brag about.
Have you not heard of wooing a lady?
Have you not heard of foreplay?
Whatever happened to flowers and chocolates
and the requisite I love yous?
What about her needs instead of just yours?
Quick on the draw is okay for gun fights or duels
but not for the gentle art of lovemaking.
And based on your speed screwing,
you probably hop off and leave her there
and fly away once you got yours
without some afterglow caresses and kisses.
So man up and consider her pleasure too.
Slow down and please her better;
It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

Bob Boyd

I see a fly going about his business
ignoring me

until I try to swat him and he
escapes me

I wonder if other then when I
attack him

if he has any kind of awareness
of me

I wonder if his lifespan of 50 days is like
my 79 years

I just read to my surprise that a fly has
a brain

Now I wonder if a fly is smarter than humans who do
stupid things

Bob Boyd

I decided I didn’t want her complications,
Despite that we had so much in common.
Despite that she was so damn good in bed.
But what the hell is a lot in common
and good in bed lovemaking skills
when she made me miserably unhappy?
Better being without her complications
that caused me so much damn drama.
Better living a peaceful uncomplicated life.

Bob Boyd

He loved the women of the night.
He felt the transactions were fair.
He got what he wanted.
They got well compensated.
He said he didn’t want the drama
and the potential disappointments,
and the always possible heartaches
in normal relationships with women.
In a way, he might have had a point.
But if he had taken the risk and
invested in a normal relationship,
he might have found a loving wife
instead of unromantic couplings
minus caring and enduring love.

Bob Boyd

He told me you have to choose a woman
like you’d choose a profitable stock.
Forget about true love
that won’t help with the bottom line
of living large and flush with cash.
Inwardly I scoffed at his avarice
and chose a sweet woman and true love.
He chose a woman with an inheritance
As if there were no justice in this world,
his marriage lasted all his greedy life.
Mine fizzled out in less than a year.

Bob Boyd

She looked so uniquely nice
in her elaborate clothes
her unique fashion sense
but nothing on earth
could ever compare
to how beautiful she looked
in her natural au natural

Bob Boyd

Remembering Sandra Lisacki today
and how beautiful she looked
back in high school gracing the corridors
with her stunning and exotic looks,
holding her books in her arms,
looking so amazingly lovely.
Her beautiful brown eyes
and black hair left me practically breathless.

Alas, I wish I could have met her in person
and been lucky enough to have gone out with her.
I wish I could have been that blessed.
Instead I never approached her,
never got to know her.

Perhaps feeling unworthy of her.
And asking her out might have been
as futile as an undeserving mortal
asking out a heavenly goddess.

And back then to me she was
like a goddess, and I will never forget
how incomparably beautiful she looked
in the Woburn High Class of 1964.
I hope she is still alive. She’d be 78
now I think. I hope she had a happy life.

Bob Boyd

the churches went woke
forgot about real religion
focused more on politics
and so-called social justice
than on their religious roots

services and sermons
became boringly bland
and jesus was forgotten
and his spirit left them

even he could not stand
their desecrations of his
message of forgiveness
and unconditional love

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wrote a bestseller about it
he’d been abducted by aliens
and learned many things about them
that he shared with his readers
who gushed over the revelations
he became like a celebrity
garnered millions of fans
made tons of money
did slews of interviews
poster boy for ufologists
all of it a sweet gig for him
all of it a blatant hoax

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he was trouble in high school,
kicked out of it many times
upset teachers in classrooms
always creating disturbances
the bane of all those in charge
not surprising, since he
got many beatings at home.

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You can keep your celebratory status.
Like anything else in life, it has its costs.
The price for all that attention
is the loss of your public freedom
and being bothered by paparazzi
and often reporters everywhere you go
and the risk of being quoted or
misquoted on something you said.
Screw all that attention, say I.
It just isn’t worth it to me in the end.
Although some celebs seem
to handle it incredibly well.

Bob Boyd

Supposedly an ant just dies
and has no heaven or
nirvana.

Where privileged humans
get the perks of living
cushy, eternal lives.

I find that discriminatory
to the little four-leggeds,
who according to research
have more group smarts
than humans.

But maybe their salvation
is eventually assured
through the transmigration
of souls from one life to
another.

In other words, today an ant
tomorrow a dog. Lives later
a privileged human on the
track of a nirvana or a
heaven.

But still … why the wait?
Why can’t ants be on the
fast track to eternal bliss
instead of having to
make their bones life
after life.

That is, If the Hindu
take on the scheme
of things is unerringly
and theologically right.

Bob Boyd

She told him she loved him.
He said he loved her too.
Marriage and nuptial bliss
followed.

All was good for three years.
Then the love and the bliss
began to unexpectedly
wan and wither away.

And like so many other loves
the once soulmates
ended the love and the bliss
hatefully in a divorce court.

Bob Boyd

Once upon a time monks allowed women
to visit Mount Athos.

But the monks became too distracted
as non-monkish men would as well.

I can understand this as an old, womanless recluse:
Women distract me too.

But not as much as they must have havoced
the minds and the holy intentions of celibate monks.

Though sometimes when I venture of of my quasi monastic solitude
and see women in grocery and department stores

I find myself faced with the distractions of all the lovely women
blooming in the aisles and at the checkout counters

I begin remembering when I was young and with women
and how wonderful and magical my world was then.

For awhile, I pine over being without one of those beautiful distractions
and briefly wish I had one now despite being old and living like a monk.

Bob Boyd

People have never been able
to get along for long
nationally or globally.

Wars keep happening.
Some countries can’t coexist in peace
Crimes still surge. Hate still rages.

Jails are still filled to capacity
with every imaginable kind of offender.
Murders happen everywhere everyday.

What a sad statement to the progress
and the evolution of the human race
that may be racing to its dissolution.

It’s like a delinquent, troublesome schoolkid
who sheepishly comes home
with all F’s on his shameful report card.

Bob Boyd

He visited the town he grew up in.
He knew nobody there.
Everything had changed
all the old stores were gone
The places had been rearranged.
All the people he knew had died
or move somewhere far away.
They’d been replaced with
many people he never knew
that overpopulated his town
and turned it into a crime-ridden
noisy and traffic congested city.
It brought clearly home to him
the realization that nothing lasts.

Bob Boyd

He met her on a dating app online,
a mysterious, exotic beauty,
who lived deep in the everglades in Florida.
She claimed to know the gators there by name
Alphie, Wanda and Clem.
He thought that was impressive, if true.
He drove down Alligator Alley to her
rustic cabin hidden in the everglades.
She was more beautiful in person
than her photos could ever have captured.
He stayed for the night and they got in a fight
He stomped outside to drive away
It was so swampy and dark he could hardly see
and curiously his car doors wouldn’t open.
He heard her call Alphie, Wanda and Clem
in an eerie and strange singsong voice.
He turned around and shuddered and screamed
and the snapping jaws of Alphie, Wanda and Clem
were the last things he ever saw in this world.

Bob Boyd