Poems by Bob Boyd

Once beauties blossoming in movies and on TV,
adored and celebrated all over the world.
Blooming radiantly in magazines and in the news.
Men gushing over their bodies and looks.
Women imitating their hair and fashion styles.
Every new movie they graced, millions watched.
Now like fall flowers, alas, they have wilted and died.

Bob Boyd

They rolled in invisibly, like clouds of words and lies.
They found undiscerning minds to occupy, even
minds imbued with high intelligence.

Scientists, doctors, lawyers, educators, etc. The
rest, like flocks of sheep with easily manipulated,
unquestioning minds followed.

They began to act like the demons that snatched
their minds, beginning by laughing ghoulishly when
a famous good man was murdered by one of them.

They started hating all that was good and right, disrupting prayer vigils, desecrating shrines, their hearts and minds darkened by the inhabiting demons.

Once decent humans, they became consumed with the
hate of the demons, their love, their compassion, their decency, obliterated.

When the demons gained complete control of their minds,
they became soulless and began to kill and revel in their carnage and the killings by other brain possessed human ghouls.

After a protracted, violent struggle of good versus evil, with casualties on both sides, the Law captured and jailed the remainder of the demonically brain possessed.
Powerful prayer warriors armed with crosses and sacred prayers destroyed the demons in them.

Bob Boyd

The forest seemed to close in on him.
He regretted being there that night.
An eeriness crept over the forest.
The darkness seemed to get darker
until he could barely see.
He heard something approaching,
suspected harm was coming.
Fear began consuming him,
he trembled, his body quaked.
But it was all for naught, just
two friends looking for him.

Bob Boyd

She had been beautiful. Her face was perfect.
She had a lot of work done on it, plastic surgery.
It improved her looks at first, but with more work
it began to wear on her face. In the years following
increasing surgeries, increasing declines in her looks.
Eventually she no longer looked like herself. Eventually
it wrecked her beautiful face.

Bob Boyd

Despite all the evil in the world,
goodness abounds.
Despite the murders, the rapes,
the pedophilia, goodness abounds.
At times when I feel down about it
I remember goodness abounds.
But I often wonder why we have
to have so much evil in this world,
why evil also has to abound.
Best I can do, is just try to accept
the world for the way it is, and
take heart in what I see is not
forever. When death comes, none
of it will ever affect me again.

Bob Boyd

Being oblivious to the news and the terrible
stories in the news frees a person from
the tensions and the turmoil always
happening in the world.

It’s easier to be happy when not consumed
with all the negative news.

Perhaps fewer trips to doctors,
less high blood pressure and legitimate depression,
maybe less heart attacks and strokes too.

More blissful moments in ignorance,
less outraged moments,
more peace of mind.

A happier life without the truth,
probably dying peacefully in sleep.

Bob Boyd

Import voters to steal elections
if you cannot sway the citizens
to vote for you.
Never mind the havoc caused
to the general public.
Never mind unvetted illegals,
just bring them in and don’t
think about public safety
and national security.
The votes. The power is
worth the inconveniences and
the deaths and rapes of
the inconsequential citizens.

Bob Boyd

Flowers in Spring
Always dying in Winter
Never lasting
Only temporary
Same with humans
Flowers in Spring
Dying in Winter
The winter of
Their temporary lives.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes she’d say a word or two to me at an event.
Though I thought she was incredibly beautiful, I never
developed those lovely words into a conversation.
Though I would have liked to have been with her, I never
made any romantic advances.
Sometimes I think it would have been my happiest day
to have even held her hand or have even kissed her once.
But I’ll die never having known what it would have been like.
She was married with two children and forbidden.

Bob Boyd

On the outside a harmless man.
On the inside a dangerous predator.
He worked as a traveling salesman
during the day.
At night, he prowled the bars looking for
unwary female prey.
Women he picked up, seduced by his
charm, never saw the sun rise.
And none of them ever got away.
His infamy immeasurable, his cunning
hypnotic, he trapped his prey with
his handsome face and charming words.
He evaded police with his luck and
meticulous stealth.
He died at age 86, never having been
a suspect, never having been caught
and presumed to have been harmless
for all of his bloodthirsty, long life.

Bob Boyd