Poems by Bob Boyd

She had an itch
that made her
always have to
get herself in
trouble

She couldn’t refrain
her compulsion
to disturb what
could have been a
peaceful life

Over and over
she repeated her
folly

And over and over
she was put in jail

until possibly to end
the itch that wouldn’t
cease

She found a way to
hang herself to death
in a prison cell.

Bob Boyd

I thought she was a sweet, young woman
until I saw the darkness in her.
She danced ecstatically when a politician
she didn’t like was assassinated.
I saw this as an intrinsic evil in the core of
her being.
I saw that beneath the sweetness a monster
lurked.
I tried to dissuade her from her infamy, but
she was too entrenched in it.
When I broke up with her, I have no doubt
she wished me dead as well.
Had she been into black magic, I have no
doubt she would have had a voodoo doll that
looked like me with a kill shot needle in it.

Bob Boyd

Thousands upon thousands sightings of
strange creatures like Bigfoot, Dogman,
Chupacabra, reported by people all over
America.

Lies, delusions, or something else?

No definitive proof. No corpses.

If genuine, here’s a theory, not just mine.

The reason why there’s no proof is
these are not earthly creatures. They
are denizens of other dimensions that
can appear and disappear in and out of
our world.

If killed, their bodies might vanish back to
their hidden worlds, which could explain
why no corpses have ever been found.

I don’t know if these creatures are real,
but I find the interdimensional theory
plausible.

And I have to take a little stock in the
belief that not all those people reporting
these sightings could be liars or mistaken.

Bob Boyd

He had no idea of how evil she was
when he got involved with her.
He had grown up believing women
were innately angelic.
And he had never encountered a
woman who proved otherwise
until he met her and found out too
late that she was diabolically evil.
After a protracted argument she
had put antifreeze in his coffee
and cackled and tormented him
as he lay dying.
And he and his idealized opinion
of women passed away painfully.

Bob Boyd

he was incautious with his heart
he surrendered it too freely
made bad decisions with it
the costs were high
the mistakes many
heartaches plenty
disappointments and tears
increased through the years
till he barricaded his heart
gave up on romance
died lonely and unloved

bob boyd

They’re protesting in their streets.
Their government has become a
tyrannical mess ruled by an
incompetent, untrustworthy tyrant.
Citizens imprisoned for tweets.
More than criminals in the streets.
Free speech relentlessly silenced.
Human Rights keep eroding.
Country becoming like a regime.
Invasions of unvetted migrants.
Peace and harmony destroyed.
A once great empire falling.
Might never recover its lost glory.
Heartbreaking to behold.

Bob Boyd

The military didn’t work for him.
He couldn’t be regimented.
He was too individualized.
He was too rebellious.
They busted him down
two ranks.
They threw him in the brig
for 30 confined days.
But they couldn’t break him.
They couldn’t reform him.
He got out of the military
unbroken but a better man
despite not fitting in.
The experience refined him.
The many hard knocks
improved his character.
His individualized life
kept getting better and
better in a less mechanized
civilian world.

Bob Boyd

Imagine
if your place
in nature
brief and
limited
to being
fish food.

Worse
consider
your brief life
limited
to alien food
one otherworldly
terrifying fay.

What is truly
bothersome
is why
some lifeforms
exist only
as food for
other lifeforms.

Consider
the chicken.

But
in the end
Mother Earth
eats us all.

Bob Boyd

some people seem born
to be annoying
for example
I’ve often heard the
expression
there’s always an asshole
in the workplace
and in my experience
that’s often been true
mercifully
you usually don’t have
to endure annoying
people in your private life
where you can avoid
them
unless you unwittingly
married one or one
with annoying in laws
but imagine if you
didn’t live a good
enough life to rate
being in heaven
and were cast
into a hell where
you’d have to endure
annoying people
forever

bob boyd

he considered himself a good man
who just wanted his wife to follow
his rules

as he tightened the screws more
and more on her freedom
compressing her life

tired of years of his controlling
behavior

she left him for another man

he tried to force her to come
back to him

he pestered her for days
until he became completely
unhinged and bought a
gun to end her with

he staked her to a grocery
store and when she came
out of the store the sound
of gunshots boomed in
the street

he fell dead on the pavement
blood seeping out of his head

anticipating he was going
to kill her

she had bought a gun too
and like a gunslinger in
the old wild west

she was quicker on the draw

bob boyd