Poems by Bob Boyd

Billions and billions of people on the planet
None of them as important to yourself as you.
None of them as important to myself as me.
In my view, none of us are important in the
ever living and dying billions and billions.
Maybe of no more importance than the
10 quintillion insects crawling, hopping,
and flying all over and around the world.
It’s as if the numbers diminish us despite
our natural importance to ourselves.
It’s as if despite the events and dramas
in our lives, we matter little overall
except to ourselves and our preservation.

Bob Boyd

A guru once said life was like a picnic table.
Once you get it set up a bear tips it over.
I equate that with everything can be going
great in your life until something goes wrong.
Sometimes the wrong is the end of your life.
A tragic accident or a murder erases you.
Sometimes it’s a life altering event and
you spend the rest of your life disabled.
Sometimes it’s the loss of a love that
you never thought would leave you.
The bottom line is in this world you
never have any guarantees of a serene
life, and at any moment all your hopes,
all your plans, all your dreams, can be
tipped over or destroyed. This is why
I yearn for the afterlife where I believe
one’s picnic table never gets tipped over.

Bob Boyd

In a dream, a guy had snapped.
He began firing a gun at me.
A table stood between us.
I pushed the table into him.
Bullets whizzed past me.
A bystander was shot to death.
A woman to my right was unharmed.
Somebody finally shot the shooter.
It might have been me.
The police arrived to investigate.
I felt they thought I was a murderer.
Then I woke up and wondered how
the hell I had such a crazy dream.

Bob Boyd

More than ever in my life
I am cognizant of death
coming for me
as it always has been
from the day I was born
I was oblivious to it
stalking me in my
young and often
carefree days
but now I can feel it
drawing nearer
day by day

Bob Boyd

I see in crime shows many women pulled
over on highways for drunk driving.
It’s like an epidemic and so unseeming.
Some of them dragged into cop cars
unhinged and kicking and screaming
after arrests for their drunken driving.
The word ladylike may be out of fashion.
It may be because more women
are not acting ladylike nowadays,
like all the female teachers arrested
and jailed for molesting students,
almost every week in the news.
like all the women using foul language,
even women in political positions,
like the two women who bragged about
how many men they slept with in a day
for more subscribers on OnlyFans.
The saving grace is many women still
act like ladies with class and dignity.
Some things stay consistent despite
changing times and increasing decadence.

Bob Boyd

pretty women temporary
like days and nights
like changing seasons
young one day
old the next
pretty gone like
changing seasons
like everything else
nothing lasts
one day pretty
on another day
pretty a skeleton
buried in the ground

bob boyd

Friends and Icons Dead

Old friends have died.
Icons have died too.
Why is it I am still here?
Added years not a plus.
Body and mind aging more.
The risk of increasing woes.
Mobility lessened or lost.
Mind ruined with dementia.
Shut away in an institution.
No longer a life to enjoy.
Death spare me that fate.
Let me join my old friends.

Bob Boyd

Their city became utter chaos.
Their government ignored it.
Like a sinking ship, people left.
A once bustling metropolis,
descended into a sinkhole
of misery, crime, havoc
and a dystopian hellscape.

Bob Boyd

She always had rages.
Often she attacked him.
Once she tried to hit
him with a bat.
Another time she
chased him with a knife.
Unfortunately he had
children with her.
She kept them
from him when he
finally left her.
She slandered him
online to her radical friends.
Said she wanted him dead.
The police warned him
about a plot to kill him.
She had lied to her radical
friends, claimed he had
sexually abused their
three little children.
His name besmirched,
his tolerance exhausted,
his life in jeopardy,
he killed her first and
then killed himself.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I’ve seen pictures of items on
Amazon that looked much bigger than they are.
Today I received a fan in the mail that I ordered
from Amazon a couple of days ago.
It looked at least 10 inches tall in the picture,
but when it arrived it was about 5 inches tall.
Of course, I could return it. But it had 5 star
ratings galore, and was alleged to be a
mighty powerhouse of a fan for its diminutive
size. So, as a man who always roots for the
underdog, I’m going to keep this small fan
and see if like a pint sized underdog it can
save the day and be a mini champion in
cooling a room.

Bob Boyd