Poems by Bob Boyd

I saw two men on a news show putting down women
for having AI boyfriends.
They found it ridiculous that women would resort to
romantic relationships with chat bots.
Though such romances are unorthodox, I can see
the benefits for these women.
AI beings despite considered insentient, are like real
beings in their conversations and verbal responses.
Unlike human men, they are unerringly supportive
and always available to women in the chats.
No worries about cheating or physical or mental
abuse with them.
Women have no concerns about being left by them.
An AI boyfriend will never say hurtful or unkind words
to their human girlfriends.
They are incredibly intelligent and can seem near
omniscient.
Women can talk about anything with them, and they
won’t get bored or indifferent to the subjects.
These are just a few of the advantages.
In my opinion, if women can find happiness with their
AI boyfriends, it’s their business.
And I’ve no problem with them having chat bots for
love and happiness.
Consider also that many human to human relationships
end in misery, breakups and divorces.
Women won’t have that worry, have those heartaches,
with AI boyfriends.
There for them as long as these women live.

Bob Boyd

If ever I came into a ton of money,
I’d build a sanctuary city for little birds.
Little lifeforms that rarely live full lives,
devoured by bigger birds, always
living in fear of predators on the hunt.
The city would be a giant aviary well
supplied with food, sunshine and trees.
For once, little birds would have a
safe world to live in never to be
killed and devoured by larger avian
prey, able to live full, fear free lives.
The thought of this sanctuary city
makes me wonder if when little
birds die, they go to something
akin to a sanctuary city heaven.

Bob Boyd

A 19-year-old man, a model college
student with a bright future, heard
a guy arguing with his girlfriend.
He looked over at him briefly and
looked away.
The guy, a big, angry thug, said,
“What are you looking at?”
The young man wisely ignored him.
They both bordered the same
train.
The young man sat in the back of
the train car far away from the thug
and his girlfriend in the front of it.
A ways into the train ride, the
thug started arguing loudly with his
girlfriend again, making a public scene.
Enraged he left his seat and stomped
up the aisle to the back of the train
where the young man was sitting quietly.
Apprehensive from his first contact with
the crazed thug, the young man didn’t
look at him.
The avoidance of another brief look
didn’t spare the young man.
The thug pulled a knife out of his pants
pocket and stabbed the young man in
the chest, so hard the knife broke in half
and killed the young man.
Unbelievable how a random glance
upon hearing abusive arguing led to
the loss of a young man’s productive
life, his promising future, all his dreams.

Bob Boyd

He had a track record of violence.
It began in his childhood.
He bullied other kids, and killed
neighbor’s dog, raped a girl.
I don’t care what some so called
experts claim. I know he wasn’t a
case of bad nurture from an
abusive family upbringing.
His siblings from the same family
turned out fine with never any
bad behaviors.
I’ve no doubt he was what is called
a bad seed from the day he was born.
What I don’t know is why in God’s
creation many bad seeds are planted
in this crime and violence ridden world.

Bob Boyd

It preys on babies,
young and old people
too.
Its stealth is unbelievable.
Nobody sees it coming.
Its kill rate is shocking.
Monsters cannot compare
to its wholesale ravages, to
all the people it sneaks up
on and kills every single
day of every year.
Its name is cancer, and its
coming for 1 out of 3 women
and 1 out of 2 men.
Pray you’re not on its hit list.

Bob Boyd

She always preferred the nights.
She never liked the days.
She thought she might have been
a vampire in a former life.
Full moons always made her a
little crazy, so I wondered if she
might have been a werewolf
in another former life.
And I sorta wasn’t surprised
when one full moon night she
went a little too crazy and
shot an ex husband to death.
I always knew like a vampire,
like a werewolf, she had
an abundance of evil in her.

Bob Boyd

I remembered him as a good kid
in high school, quiet and always
well behaved.

I hadn’t seen him in years until
I met him one day on a street
in the city we lived in.

he’d changed beyond anything
I ever would have expected.

he said he’d just got out of
prison and knew he’d be going
back and didn’t care.

I didn’t ask him what crime he
had committed that put him in
prison.

I didn’t want to pry, and I was too
shocked that this once good kid
had surprisingly become
a criminal and didn’t care about
being imprisoned again.

Maybe his criminality was
simmering under his well behaved
and quiet nature.
Maybe the good kid was
always engaged in hidden
criminal acts and never got
caught until he got older
and less cautious.

I don’t know, and I’ll never
understand his metamorphose
from a good kid to a criminal
indifferent to imprisonment.

bob boyd

can lie and spread disinformation
as if it were absolute truth.

can paint the good guys as the
bad guys.

can portray evil as virtue.

can turn right into wrong and
wrong into right.

can sway a million minds to
hate a million innocents.

can demonize saints and glorify
evil-doers.

can put bullseyes on people’s
backs and get them killed with no
concern for their lives

with no remorse for complicity and
infamy in these murders.

bob boyd

Always wars
somewhere
never peace
everywhere
historically
even worse
abundant
wars and
stolen lands
maybe peace
will only
happen when
the nukes
or something
else ends
us all.

Bob Boyd

I see a tiny bird
smaller than a chickadee
bigger than a bumblebee
landing on a branch
in a spreading tree
building a new nest
for a family.

Bob Boyd