Poems by Bob Boyd

He used to live and work in the world of people.
Now he lives in a semi reclusive world with barely
any contact with people except when he goes
briefly into the world of people in grocery stores.
Sometimes he thinks it would be nice to have
a supportive, loving female companion.
But he cares not to pursue what he sees as a
risky quest that could easily end in heartbreak,
or bring excessive havoc into his peaceful life.
So he passes his days alone and unloved, and
though he mostly enjoys his life, he looks
forward to moving on to what he sees as a
better life in the surreal wonders of an afterlife.

Bob Boyd

She seemed like the sweetest woman ever
when he first met her and fell in love with her.
After a few months of marriage, she began to change.
At first the changes were subtle, slight signs of irritation.
But as if something demonic were devouring her core,
her sweetness began to be overlapped by angry outbursts.
In time many arguments and meanness ensued, and he
wondered whatever happened to the sweet woman he
married. He concluded she was like an actress who
played a part of a character she wasn’t to lure his love.
Now he wishes he could kill her because he knows she
will attempt to get as much alimony from him as she can
and try to ruin his reputation with false claims of abusive
when he finally rids himself of her in a divorce court.

Bob Boyd

The wind is blowing leaves on a tree
to and fro. It looks like the leaves are
enjoying the wind driven rides like
kids laughing and enjoying rides at a
carnival. I have to admit the way the
wind is shaking the leaves all about
it does look as if the shaking is fun.
I wonder if they enjoy a break in the
boredom of just hanging on the tree?
I know if I were a leaf, I’d love the
free rides the spirited wind provides.

Bob Boyd

I see you crickets in plastic containers
in pet stores seemingly thriving.
With free food and water, you might
think you’re living the good life,
that is if you have any cognizance.
Woe to you probably having no idea
you’ll soon be terrorized by lizards
who will kill you, who will devour you.
In a delusional way, I wish I could
save you all from such a tragic fate.
In a humane way, I wish all of you
could have lived free in nature.
But I guess you’d still get eaten
by some other hungry predator.
And you’re not exactly vegans
when you eat smaller insects.
I guess in this world that’s just how
things work; lifeforms eating other
lifeforms like humans eating chickens.

Bob Boyd

I read if humans died out
insects would still be thriving.
Imagine little bugs outliving
big humans in the long run.
Is this anything like the meek
inheriting the earth?
I don’t think that was the
Biblical meaning but imagine
if it came true one dismal day.
Spiders, cockroaches, ants
etc still in towns and cities.
Humans dead in the ground.

Bob Boyd

At age 16, he dove into a pool
and hit his head on the bottom.
Somehow he made it to the surface,
but was paralyzed from the waist down.
He spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Somehow he stayed cheerful and positive.
Never seemed to let his misfortune stop him.
Had a great job helping people for a living,
Attracted more women sitting in his wheelchair
Then I ever could standing on my feet.
He inspired me the way he led a great life
Despite his challenges with a lifelong disability.

Bob Boyd

Strong men grew weak at the sight of her,
a beautiful rising star in Hollywood.
Her beauty was incomparable, her voice
like a siren call.
Men came into her life like trains into a
train station.
She used them, tired of them; then
threw them away like old dish rags.
When her beauty faded due to old age,
and men no longer desired her, she
sank into a deep depression and felt
like killing herself.
She died at 77 in a nursing home,
alone, forgotten, and unloved.

Bob Boyd

He was clinically dead
and found himself in hell.
Demons, tortures, flames
of hell tormented him.
He returned to life
traumatized and scared.
He wondered why his
NDE was hellish instead
of the blissful ones
others had. NDE experts
determined he had projected
his hellish NDE from being
lectured about hell as a
child. Whatever the case,
he now fears death and
believes he may go to
hell again.

Bob Boyd

He had been a rich man in his time,
Accumulated billions of dollars,
Owned properties all over the world,
Lorded over thousands of workers,
Made them tremble with a look.
He died of a massive heart attack
After sixty seven years of living
Two hundred and twenty years ago.
Now he’s just bones in the ground
And few remember who he was,
His lording and his fortunes gone.

Bob Boyd

How I yearn for a peaceful life
beyond all the noise pollution.
I’ve come to think the only place
I’ll find it is beneath a headstone
in a quiet serene cemetery.

Bob Boyd