Poems by Bob Boyd

To the people of the commonplace world,
with minds narrow as a razor’s edge,
who know nothing of real true love,
she was only a plastic blow up doll,
a poor imitation of the real thing.
But she was his Venus in plastic,
his beautiful inflatable goddess,
and he loved her beyond measure.
And oh how she listened to him,
hung on to his every word.
And oh how she was always there
for him anytime day or night.
And she never cheated on him
or even looked at another man.
Nor did she ever say an unkind
word or argue with him.
But, alas, the romance deflated,
their full blown love punctured,
when he learned she was full of hot air.

Bob Boyd

It is disappointing that as long as humans
have been on the planet

we still have wars.

I would think our species would be beyond
that by now.

But as a realist, I know without the military
we would have been conquered long ago.

I know without all the men and women
in the military who served our country

we would not have the freedom we
have today,

and I know many of them sacrificed their
lives for that freedom

like the Biblical “No greater love ….”

Bob Boyd

When years ago, I went for infusions at Moses Cone Cancer Center for a blood cancer I had

I always saw a Muslim woman there in a wheelchair, who had become emaciated by her cancer.

I felt bad for her because based on what the cancer had done to her, she seemed on her way out of this life.

She was about 50 years old, spoke no English, and,
understandably, always looked depressed and unhappy.

She was one of the many people I saw emaciated and in wheelchairs at the cancer center, and I never knew cancer could put people in wheelchairs, a sad sight to see.

The Muslim women and I always seemed to be seated
near each other, though we never had any conversations,
and I don’t think she was even aware of me.

One day she wasn’t at the cancer center when I was, and I never saw her after that.

I fear she was yet another casualty of cancer that puts many people in wheelchairs and takes many out of this life.

Bob Boyd

“I will always love you.”

“I will never leave you.”

“You are the love of my life.”

Sure those promises sound endearing and are wonderful to hear from
the lips of someone you have fallen seriously in love with.

They might even put you in a euphoric state … but, as you possibly
have learned from experience, those promises may not pan out.

As the excitement tones down and the days and years pass by
those promises may come to mean nothing when your love
doesn’t work out, as if those loving words were merely lies.

I experienced this once dramatically, when a much younger woman told me unlike with a woman my age, she could take care of me when I got old.

I didn’t want to ever need to be taken care of, but it was nice to hear
and partly what convinced me to gamble on love with a truly beautiful woman far younger than me.

As what was probably predictable, those words came to mean nothing when I got a little older, 62 to 70, and she left.

The good news was I didn’t need to be taken care of, and I was relieved when she left, as disappointing and uncaring as she had become.

Bob Boyd

The daughter of the son of Frankenstein, who inherited his father’s devilry, and wanted to be called just Frank instead of the notorious Frankenstein, which told me he was up to no good.

It told me his concealment was a cover for his intended accursed deeds that I knew were coming in the movie.

The daughter, a pretty woman, seemingly well bred, fends off an obnoxious would be Romeo, supposedly a friend of her father.

She pushes him away, and for foolish reasons tells him she’s going for a swim in the swimming pool in the patio.

This seems like a bad move to me. I am imagining it gave the obnoxious guy visions of her in a bathing suit and might have encouraged him more.

But instead of the guy persisting in his unwanted attentions, he offers her a drink, which she accepts.

Moments after she consumes the drink, she gets dizzy and feels sick, and says she has to go to her bedroom.

I’m thinking this piece of crap put a drug in her drink to rape her when she’s unconsciousness.

Then I remember this is a 50s movie and no way would a scene like
that be in it or even the hint of a woman being drugged and raped.

But the guy follows her to her bedroom, and she’s lying face down on her bed, and I’m wondering what the hell is going on here.

Then horror of horrors, she turns her face to him and OMG she’s become a freakin’ monster with a scary as hell face!

She starts walking toward the guy and he’s terrified, but it was his lucky day, she walks right past him, a wasted opportunity to give him a more than deserved comeuppance.

While she’s wandering the city in her monster morph, it’s revealed the guy put an experimental monster making drug in her drink.

I don’t know what happened to the daughter of the son of Frankenstein after that.

I haven’t finished the movie, but I know worse things are about to happen in the movie, as is always the case with anything associated with the Frankenstein brand.

Bob Boyd

Despite good governmental intentions
Dalits still treated as untouchables,
Despite great progress by some.
In statistics last year, 2023
Ten Dalit women and girls raped
Every day by upper caste men.
Oten gang raped and beaten,
Usually with impunity, no penalties,
Higher caste rapists usually go free
Ironically in most holy Mother India.
Despite many holy men and women
Few seem to give not even a damn
About the plight of the low caste Dalits,
Considered polluted and unworthy
Of even entering holy temples.
Imagine if you, your mother or your
Sister were born that way in India.

Bob Boyd

Nine-year old Indra Megwhal of India’s untouchable class beaten to death by upper-class privileged teacher, Chail Singh, 40.

His crime, touching an upper-class pot of water on July 20, 2022.

Six hospitals in 23 days couldn’t save this child’s precious life.

No word in two years about the murderer teacher’s fate, probably got off, privileged, arrogant upper class member.

A Dalit, aka untouchable, death, not a big thing, in the caste system.

Atrocities against Dalits continue in the Spiritual Cradle, that is not a cradle for them, the underclass also referred to as shit carriers.

I loathe India’s caste system that is discriminatory, cruel and inhumane to those at the bottom.

Bob Boyd

When I lived in Dallas decades ago in my youth,
a coworker of mine, who was good with the ladies,
always went to bars and picked up women for one night stands.

I didn’t drink and never went to bars
and couldn’t understand how a nice guy
like him could live such a hedonistic life
with seemingly no regard for women
he scored nearly every weekend night.

Though long before Dallas I was wild
as a cowboy in my youth going to many
bars, often getting crazy and drunk.

But I was never about empty, frivolous
one night stands. To me, just empty sex
compared to sex with love.

Even the idea of sex with a woman I didn’t
know for a night, seemed tawdry and
demeaning for both parties to me.

But my coworker, a fun and good guy,
thrived on it for reasons unknown to me.

And he probably lost count of all the women
he’d been with on those hot Dallas nights
while I stayed home womanless watching TV
during my brief stay in Dallas.

Bob Boyd

Saw a documentary years ago where
a guy and his Inuit wife
lived remotely off the grid in Alaska.
The guy wasn’t Inuit.
He wasn’t born into intuit skills
at surviving in the wilderness
and in the harshest of climates.

But he had good survival skills
and he was a seasoned hunter,
with plenty of grit, and he
hunted food for them.

And they lived totally off the land.

I admired their pioneering skills
and thought I wouldn’t mind living
like that with the right woman.

And though I’ve never owned a
gun, I’d certainly have one if I tried
to live remotely off grid

to provide defense against animal
and human predators.

And the closest I’ve come to living
off grid is washing and drying my
clothes without the use of electricity.

And no way in hell could I at any time
have been able to live off grid
remotely in Alaska.

Bob Boyd

She was a good Christian mother
with a good Christian husband,
she met in a church,
and they had two young children.

Her father was immensely wealthy.
She didn’t need to work.
She chose to become a teacher
to live a life of service to ohters
in this world.

Despite her dedication to teaching
children, her goodness, and her
devotion to God

she was raped and murdered on
a morning jog.

Nobody who knew her could
understand why God allowed that
to happen to her.

And I can’t understand that either
after seeing crime show after crime
show where alarming numbers of
women are raped and murdered.

I can only conclude we’re living in
a screwed up wicked world where
that can happen to so many women,

where no matter how religious
they are, no angels protect them.
No God comes to their aid.

This leaves me wondering why
there’s no Divine intervention for
all the women killed by wicked men.

And I can see why atheists believe
there is no God.

Bob Boyd