Poems by Bob Boyd

Too Many Old People Are Alone

Too many old people are alone.
Some have nobody.
Some have families who are like nobodies.
Never visit them, forget them.
They’re considered burdens.
Old thrown away people.
Pity a life comes to that.

Bob Boyd

as a child she loved going to church
at the age of five years
she said she was going to be a nun
when she grew up
her parents thought she was a saint
she seemed incredibly holy for a child
she memorized the Bible at age twelve
and prayed hours every day
at age eighteen she became a fanatic
reciting prayers and Bible verses all day
at age twenty-one she started a cult
that eventually descended into blasphemy
when she convinced her followers
she was Jesus Christ come again
in a new female version of the son of God
three years later she hung herself to death
from a ten foot tall wooden cross
in the main hall of worship
she left a long detailed note
that read like Jesus she would
rise from the dead in three days
as proof of her anointed Divinity
the followers kept her corpse
in a casket in the hall of worship
they held nightly vigils praying and
awaiting for her return from the dead
weeks past without her resurrection
she remained dead and her cult disbanded
but locals claim she came back as a ghost
that haunts the mansion where she lived

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she told him they were through
he begged her for another chance
she politely refused
said they were incompatible
said she needed her space
he couldn’t accept her rejection
but he moved out of their apartment
he was a gentleman
not a psycho who would kill her
for trying to get away from him
he was not a stalker either
but he called her once in a while
throughout the years
he thought that maybe with time
she would take him back
but she never did
and he never got over her
never could let go of his love for her
he never found a woman to replace her
even after he read about her death
in the local obituaries
he still couldn’t get over her
and he died loving her in vain

bob boyd

wars, murders, tortures, rapes
molestation, fights,
physical and mental abuses.
thefts, hatred, snobbery,
deceptions, betrayals, racism,
cruelty, meanness, et cetera

all of these flaws unabated despite
how long humans have existed
and have evolved from primitives
to modern humans

after approximately 300,000 years
I would think we’d have a better
showing for ourselves

I suspect we’re inherently defective
and we’ll never reach a level of near
perfection minus wars and all our
unabated bad behaviors

pray we don’t get worse than we already are

bob boyd

He never had a wife or even a girlfriend,
though he adored women and desired
one of his own to love.
He never so much as kissed one.
He pined over women who were impossible
for him to be with.
Women in magazines and movies.
Women who passed him on the street.
Women he saw on TV.
At age 67, he died never having been with
a woman, only loving women from afar,
the small room he rented had photos of
many of them plastered on the walls.
It’s hard to imagine the heartbreaking longings
of a life lived never experiencing the joys
and the affections of romantic love.

Bob Boyd

You may see this world as your home.
I do not.
How could this impermanence be one’s home
when we are only sojourners here?
At best, one might stay here a hundred years,
a blink in the eyes of eternity.
More likely the afterlife is our true home.
I see it as permanence.
Of course, you could believe there’s nothing
after death.
If you are right, and you could be, I would
see that as permanence as well.

Bob Boyd

Some claim truths they don’t like are lies
and label their conspiracy theories.
Some conspiracy theories are like lies,
pedaling absurd claims.
Some conspiracy theories have validity.
Decades ago I heard a conspiracy theory
about an island that pedophiles visited,
never believed it.
Yet now I and the world know it was true.

Bob Boyd

I watch many true crime shows, a morbid
interest perhaps.
One thing that disturbs me immeasurably is too
many women get murdered in the crime cases.
Excuse while I uncharacteristically drop an expletive:
You have to be a fucking monster to murder a woman
You have to be a fucking monster to rape a woman.
Yet too many of these monsters roam the earth
raping and murdering women every single day.
Often the monsters are husbands or boyfriends of the
murdered women, the numbers staggering.
As I wrote in a poem once before, 140 women and
girls are murdered daily in this world that can be
extremely dangerous for the loveliest of all fairer sex.
And I don’t understand why this world has to be so
unfair to all those women murdered every day.
And I cannot imagine the countless tears that have
fallen, the unceasing heartaches.
May they all go to a place in the afterlife where it
won’t matter that they were brutally taken out of
this world, where they will experience a peace and
a happiness beyond words, beyond anything imaginable.

Bob Boyd

In foolishly romantic moments,
I wonder if a soulmate awaits me
in the afterlife.

I wonder if perfect enduring love
exists there.

I wonder if despite the many loves
that end unhappily on earth
true love flourishes in the afterlife.

Of course, that’s probably a silly
case of wishful thinking, but
would it not be like a wonderful
fairy tale come true if romantic
love was forever in the afterlife?

Bob Boyd

The citizens agreed multiculturalism is great.
Who could argue against that?
New people, new languages, new cultures, new food.
All was grand until their government let too many
unvetted people in and kept letting them in until
their numbers exceeded those of the native
population.

Until ever increasing unvetted populations brought
rampant crime into the country like never before.
Until many of the them refused to assimilate
and established their own country and courts of law
within the country.

Despite the alarm and the warnings from the
harried populace, the government kept importing
unvetted migrants and the country began to fall
apart.

Eventually the foreigners’ numbers gave them
superior voting blocks, and they began winning
elections, defeating popular native politicians.

In the end the people lost their country to
multiculturalism gone wrong, and they lost their
rule of it.

Their culture was erased forever, their country
conquered without a shot fired.

Bob Boyd