Poems by Bob Boyd

I love how our love is growing as effortlessly as a flag fluttering in a gentle breeze.
I’m enraptured with each increasingly wonderful moment we’re sharing.
As the world keeps turning, my heart keeps turning toward yours,
and the spinning stars keep twinkling with joy for us in moonlit, romantic skies.
As the sun keeps becoming brighter blessing our sacred union,
the moon keeps growing fuller magnifying my increasing love for you.

I know this is something more than just mundane, romantic love.
This is like a cosmic happening with our stars finally aligning,
our destined souls finally uniting after so many incomplete loves
when our preordained love seemed as distant as a lone star in a faraway galaxy.
And I felt so forlorn throughout my life never finding the truest of true loves
that I finally found in wonderful, beautiful, loveliest of all you.

Bob Boyd

Once in a while I write love poems but to no one in particular and with no one in mind, not even a past love. Maybe my writing love poems to no one is symptomatic of a mild psychological condition, lol.

Small town people don’t need big cities
The traffic, the hustle, the bustle, the crime
The crowded streets and stores
The increasingly polluted air
Houses crammed too close to each other
The soul suffocation of a penned in life
They’d rather the clean country air
The uncrowded streets and stores
The easy, peaceful living
The soul-satisfying, safer, quiet life

Bob Boyd

I live in a small city, but there are times when I kind of wish I lived in a small, quiet town a ways from the city. I used to do yearly presentations about resources for seniors and Medicare, and I often went to a small town called Pleasant Garden. I loved that town and really would have liked to have lived there.

Decades ago, I lived in a tiny town in Vermont that was quite rural. I didn’t like it. There was nothing there, but if I had an Internet connection back then, and if there were at least a couple of stores there, I would have liked it. Plus, since I buy a lot online, if I had Internet back then, I probably wouldn’t even have needed the stores. But that was before the Internet.

Though I believe one would need a significant other to really adapt to country living. I think it would be difficult on your own unless you had lived in the country all your life or for many years.

Come to think of it, with the right significant other, one could probably be content and happy anywhere, except in a warzone or an extremely dangerous location.

I’d been happily married for twenty years
Until I met a beautiful young graduate student,
Who had been a patient of mine.
I couldn’t help myself. She was so beautiful.
And I fell hopelessly in love with her.

After a few months I decided to tell my wife
that I loved another and was leaving her.
That night after my wife and I had a few cocktails,
I told her I loved someone else and wanted a divorce.

She laughed at me and said she loved someone else too.
Suddenly I got dizzy and everything went dark as night.
My wife had put undetectable poison in my drink;
I died from her deadly concoction moments later.

My wife got away with murdering me.
The poison wasn’t discovered in my body.
She had my remains cremated.
She collected a huge insurance pay out.

But now she is paying for her infamy.
She is going clinically insane
Because I haunt her day and night,
And she cannot get my spirit
Out of her tortured mind.

Bob Boyd

Hundreds have reported seeing a dog that walks upright
and is tall, powerfully built and immensely evil.

They call him Dogman.

Could all those people be liars, mistaken, crazy or charlatans?

And why no proof?

Imagine if they were part of series of entities that could
appear and disappear in our world at will.

Imagine if they were the playthings of alien tricksters
who relished toying and tormenting humans with them.

I’m not a believer in the dogman craze, but I find it
entertaining to hear the stories of alleged encounters.

I heard about six dogman encounters today.

I didn’t believe any of them.

They seemed too contrived to me.

Of course, I could be wrong, and I’d like to be
as long as a cryptid that looking like a human
hybrid dog wasn’t harming anyone.

Bob Boyd

Two young girls visited
Highgate Cemetery in England.
They felt a sinister presence there,
terrified, they dashed out of the cemetery.

After which one of the girls
sees a hideous face haunting her
in nightmares every night.

Sometimes she wakes in the nightmares
and feels the evil entity the
face belongs too sitting on her.

Her body is frozen. She cannot move or scream
until finally somehow she is able to
scream herself awake.

Each day upon awakening, she feels
more and more exhausted.

She visits a renown psychic, who
has exorcism powers.

He tells her she is being preyed
upon my an energy sucking vampire
that is draining her life force out of her.

The psychic tells her he has dealt with
energy vampires before and can
rid her of it.

He finds the liar of the vampire, an old
decaying grave in Highgate Cemetery.

He digs up what remains of the corpse,
sprays holy water on it and sticks a
Christian cross shaped stake in it.

And the young girl never sees the
hideous energy vampire again.

Bob Boyd

She said her fiancé was Spender,
and I could tell by the tone of her voice and
the disapproval in her eyes, a Spender was
borderline pariah.

Since she worked in a bank, pennies, dimes,
quarters and dollars were important to her.

I imagined her boyfriend leading a lavish lifestyle,
spending like a drunken sailor, living the high life
with the best of everything he could or couldn’t
afford.

I wondered if he thought of her as a Miser.
And to me a Spender and a Miser just didn’t seem
monetarily compatible. It just didn’t make cents, My
error, I meant sense.

Though I didn’t think money would be the root
of all evil in their relationship, I did see it as the
root of all trouble if they married.

While she was balancing the books, he’d be
blowing the cash and wouldn’t like her trying to
restrain him from the pleasures and the highs
he got from spending.

Now maybe she could get him to compromise
and spend less, but I don’t think that would
work for a Spender whose bottom line would
be about his spending while hers would
be about cost measures and savings.

And I wouldn’t bank on their marriage working out.

Bob Boyd

She was there with her older parents
at my apartment.

I used to work with Medicare, doing
presentations all over the county I live in,
Guilford County, NC.,

and I was trying to explain how Medicare works
to her parents, but they weren’t getting it.

I told them they should call SHIIP, Seniors’
Health Insurance Information Program,
that I used to work for.

I try to type the information on my keyboard
but my keyboard is messed up showing
sentences instead of words.

Her parents go out to their car while
she’s there waiting for the information
that I’m having trouble accessing.

I become keenly aware of her on my bed sitting
close to me.

I’m surprised, and though it’s not an erotic
feeling, I’m liking her being that close to me,

and just as I’m really liking her being there,
I wake up with only a memory of the lovely woman
on my bed and how nice it felt having her so near me.

Bob Boyd

She basically lives on a walker,
something inconceivable to her
when she was younger.

When she saw all the old people
on walkers, she knew she’d never
be one of them.

She always thought she’d never lose
her mobility and need a
walker or a wheelchair to get around.

Now she wonders how that ever could have
happened to her when she always exercised
and took good care of herself

just like all the people who got old
and never thought they’d end their
days in nursing homes.

Bob Boyd

It has always saddened me that so many people die brutal deaths.
I’ve seen it on crime shows.
I’ve seen it nearly daily in the news.
Horrible deaths. Children murdered. Women raped and murdered.
Men and women murdered randomly, wrong place, wrong time.
People tortured and murdered by serial killers.
I’ve often thought about how unimaginably horrible it must be to go out of the world so brutally.
My hope is that when these people die no matter how terrifying their deaths were
they will be in a place so blissful, so serendipitous, that the way they left this world won’t even be a memory.
And I tend to believe that might be a glorious reality for them in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

listening to the oldie put your head on on my shoulder by paul anka today
remembering how good it felt when a girlfriend did that to me in my teenage years
while we were together riding in my car
the feel of her adorably snuggled against me –
incomparable
the scent of her fragrant teenage perfume –
intoxicating
her there with me so closely –
my heart melting.

bob boyd