Poems by Bob Boyd

She looked so pretty in the YouTube video.
Her voice was sweet as well.
But it all fell apart when she kept talking
and swearing at the police.
It all fell apart when she said she kicked
her boyfriend in the balls and said,
“Isn’t that what women do?”
It turned out she was an abuser
despite being a pretty 5’2.

Bob Boyd

He’s outlived many people.
Friends and icons gone.
He yearns to join them,
To be freed of his old body.
Some say he’s delusional.
Death is just death.
No invisible worlds where
One is united with friends.
No gods. No angelic beings.
When you’re dead, you’re dead.
You and everything no more.
The doubters may be correct.
As insects are thought to
have no blissful heavens,
It may be the same for humans.
He’s completely okay with that.
If oblivion is what death offers,
He will have no awareness of it
When he takes his final breath.

Bob Boyd

They passed in and out of my life.
Some were nice. Some were not.
Some I got involved with.
Some I had nothing to do with.
Some are dead. Some are alive.
Now all I have are memories.
of all the impermanent women
who passed in and out of my life.
I wish I could do a rewind
and find a permanent one.
But I’d only be fooling myself.
A permanent one does not exist.

Bob Boyd

They felt the need to control us.
To keep us all suppressed.
To insure they remained in power
To lord over all of us.
But we became like a tinder box
And exploded into revolution.
The tyrants fled or were contained.
The people were in power again,
A fair and benevolent leader
was elected into leadership.
Freedom restored, peace again.

Bob Boyd

The shining sun
The waning moon
The changing weather
The rolling hills
The raging rivers
The silent rocks
The roaming animals
The flying birds
The crawling and
Flying insects
The man who marvels
At it all and wonders if
A God or something else
Created all he sees.

Bob Boyd

After one of our many arguments, she
told me I could have done worse than
her, as if she, a woman who seemed to love
bickering, was a better bargain.

But she had a point. At least she hadn’t
tried to kill me with a kitchen knife, or
stole all my money. At least she hadn’t
ran off with some other guy.

So I stayed with her and put up with her
bickering until she decided she was a
lesbian and took up with a woman who
eventually left her when she decided
she wasn’t a lesbian and needed a man.

Fool that I was, maybe a masochist, I
took her back when she came begging
me to give her another try. And now she’s
back to bickering with me every day.
But for me, bad love is better than no love.

Bob Boyd

The werewolf kept pounding on
my front door, reinforced with steel.
He kept howling annoyingly,
not knowing what he was dealing with.
When he wasn’t a werewolf, he
was a guy named Leonard,
whose wife I’d been with, but
only once until I found out she
was a werewolf too and married.
Being an oddity myself, I didn’t
mind the werewolf part. It was
the married, taken, part that
deterred me. Despite my failings,
I have my principles. But back to
werewolf Leonard. His howling
finally got on my last nerve, and
I morphed into my vicious alien
form and sliced and diced him
like I had done with cows I mutilated
in farmer’s fields all over the USA.

Bob Boyd

How did we come to this?
Done with each other?
What happened to that
falling in love elation,
the love of our lives,
the soulmates forever?
Were we fooling each other
initially, playing parts we
were not, hiding our authentic
selves? How did we go from
loving to hating each other?
You done with me.
Me done with you.
Why did true love
become so untrue?

Bob Boyd

Time ticking
Earth turning
Birds flying
Animals roaming
Insects scurrying
Humans hurrying

Birds, animals,
Insects, humans dying

Earth still turning
Time still ticking
Never in a state of flux

Bob Boyd

He’d been hiking in the snow.
The temperature dropped below zero.
It got colder and colder and colder.
He feared he would freeze to death
Then things got far worse.
He heard the wolves howling.
He knew they were coming for him.
Mercifully he passed out before dying.
He woke up warm the next day.
The wolves huddled around him,
His life saved by them.

Bob Boyd