Poems by Bob Boyd

The very first time I heard the song Gypsy Woman in 1970 I wanted to, like the lyrics read, “hold her near and kiss and forever whisper in her ear” that I loved her.

I imagined an incomparable exotic woman beyond my most hopeful dreams of an ideal woman for me.

I imagined being mesmerized watching her dance while her graceful dance moves enthralled my heart, and when her eyes met mine being instantly totally irrevocably in love with her.

And when the music stopped and she finished dancing, I imagined her smiling at me and walking toward me and my heart beating faster and faster as she approached me looking so enchanting, so incredibly beautiful.

The moment she reached me I imagined we’d embrace, and I’d say I love you, and she’d reply I love you too, as if we’d been in love forever.

And we’d walk away hand in hand into a rekindled, everlasting love.

Yeah, I know. I kinda got carried away when I heard that song, lol.

Bob Boyd

Jack Hylton – I Want To Be Bad (video)

Violet Knights was born in 1894 in Anacortes, Washington as Violet May Neitz, and she began her acting career in 1913.

The Phantom (1931), The Return of Helen Redman (1914) and Trapped in a Forest Fire (1913) are some notable films she was in, and she had supporting roles in about 10 films.

She was married to Fred Mackaye, also an actor, from 1927 to 1947.

She died on June 13th, 1973 at 79 years of age in Newport Beach Orange County, California.

I just saw her in The Phantom playing a small part as a maid. I enjoyed how she played her part, and I liked her stage name, and I appreciate actors who play supporting roles.

Because I often search online to find out about actor’s lives, I looked her up and decided to pay her a small remembrance with this poem.

And I find it a little sad how people who were once alive and known
sooner or later are erased by time when they are dead and gone.

Bob Boyd

Ten thousand I love yous
could never compare to
one I like you from you.

Ten thousand kisses
nothing compared to
even the thought of
one from you.

Ten thousand hugs
meaningless compared to
a single touch from you

Ten thousand good byes
would never be as
painful and
heartbreaking as
a good bye from you.

Bob Boyd

My kinda crazy ex named Daisy had an obsession with guppies, seventy six tanks last I knew.

The guppies multiplied into thousands.

She’d coo over them as if they were babies.

She seemed to love them more than me.

Crazy Daisy had so many tanks in the house I could barely get in and out.

I told her she needed to see a shrink and cut back on her guppy explosion.

She said never happen, the shrink or the guppies.

Exasperated, I said I’ve had it, the guppies or me.

She said good riddance, Bob.

I’ve got my guppies, I don’t need you.

I’ve got to get better at selecting or, more likely, being selected by, the wrong women.

Bob Boyd

Learned they use cake batter
in their donuts

which is why they taste so
uniquely good

It gets better

They make the donuts while
you wait

in minutes

And you can decide on
the toppings you want
if you choose to

God how I love Duck Donuts

And right now I have a desire
to have one of their

Donut Ice Cream Sundaes
again

But I’m prudent about
eating their donuts and
donut ice cream sundaes

If I ate them as much as
I’d liked to

even with working out
and riding my exercise bike
everyday

I’d put on unhealthy weight
and probably have
killer cholesterol

So I eat a duck donut or two
or a duck donut sundae
just once in awhile

Bob Boyd

A fool’s folly you could reasonably say,
and most of the time you’d probably be right.
But I’ve seen cases where those quick marriages
lasted a lifetime.

And I’ve seen cases where people waited years
to be sure their marriages would last, yet
soon were divorced despite their meticulous planning.

I think there’s some luck in these matters, like
winning or losing in a gambling casino, also
like the saying “lucky in love.”

And count your lucky stars if you’ve been lucky
in love; so many in this world are like gamblers
who lose their hearts gambling on love.

Bob Boyd

I’ve never owned a gun.
It’s not that I’m opposed to them.
In some cases, guns have saved lives.

For example, a single mother home
alone with her two little children,
and a man begins breaking into
her apartment. She’s yells I have
a gun. He yells I have one too.
Then the shots: bang! bang! bang!
The intruder dies. She lives.

The gun certainly saved her, and
I believe the intruder would have
raped and probably murdered her,
if she hadn’t had a gun.

I’ve thought about a gun for self
protection as I grew older and less
able to defend myself.

But there are many possible hazards
involved with owning a gun.

If you shoot someone in what you
think is self defense and you are wrong,
you go to prison, and rules about gun
ownership and self defense are more
complex than I think most would imagine.

Plus, aside from the rules, If you pull
out your gun in traffic to shut a road raged
maniac down, not intended to shoot him,
and he pulls out a gun too.

What started as only a threat to shut him
down, could end with one person dead
and the other in prison.

Beyond that, I just didn’t feel fearful
or in danger enough to warrant owning
a gun.

But were I receiving death threats, I’d
surely consider getting one to possibly
save my life.

But more because I’d be pissed off
that some asshole thought he could
threaten my life and get away with it,
and as if the threat would cower me.

Bob Boyd

Though she loved her husband,
in a dream she copulated with a
handsome man who after the
love making revealed himself as
a terrifying demon.

She woke up frightened, relieved
it was only a nightmare.

She became pregnant not long
after that, something she and
her husband had been unable
to do.

When her child was born, she
had the feeling her baby girl
was evil, as if somehow she
was the spawn of the demon.

She put that foolish thought
out of her head, and her child
was a normal child until her
seventh year.

Then she heard her child
whisper inside her head that
she hated her father
and he’d soon be dead.

A day later, the child’s father
hung himself to death in the
cellar of their house.

And she felt the horror of
knowing her first impression
of the child was right.

She lost her mind over the
fact her child was a demon’s
spawn and the anguish of
her husband’s death.

Crazed, she grabbed a knife
from a kitchen drawer and
stabbed her child to death.

Now she spends the rest of
her days locked away in an
asylum for the insane and
babbles crazy talk about
copulating with a demon.

Bob Boyd

Numerous times when I’ve read
or heard Near Death Experiences
NDEers claim communication is
all telepathic in the afterlife.

The reason it’s all telepathic in
the afterlife is nobody has a
voice box there, which to me
seems logical.

I’ve read and heard in these
cases, the language you
spoke on earth is not an
impediment to understanding
anyone no matter what
language they spoke on earth.

I’ve also read and heard
communication with aliens
is allegedly the same, which
if the claims are real,
I’ve never read or heard
anything about why that
would be.

I tend to believe the accounts
by the NDEers are true, and it
makes me speculate a bit about
how procreation won’t be there
as well.

And as procreation is tied to love
on earth, if romantic love is
nonexistent in the afterlife.

But if reincarnation is factual,
it wouldn’t matter, and we’d be
back on earth with a voice box
and the chances of
falling in love once more.

Or reuniting with a soulmate
on earth again until we both
got off the wheel of rebirths,
in love forever.

Bob Boyd

Back in the 50s and 60s, war on the silver screen, valor galore.
We always won the war, exciting fun to kill enemies, always went home singing victory songs.

Rousing entertainment while nonchalantly munching buttered popcorn and juicy fruits in cushy movie seats.

Never lost, nobody really hurt. A few died but not the main characters, unknown extras usually, their deaths a blip on the silver screen.

Besides in the movies, less personal, less real, didn’t register. Nobody got Agent Orange, maimed, shell shocked or PTSD.

Nobody came back in wheelchairs or missing limbs.

The real Vietnam war changed it all.

A high school classmate, Joe Drew, joined the marines back then, unlikely candidate, gentle Joe never got in a fight.

Sweet personality seemed incapable of harming anything. First one in my city home dead in a body bag, lost his young life, and his future, in that faraway Southeast Asian jungle.

More deaths followed. Not like the movies. Sons, daughters, brothers, fathers and mothers dying.

Many came home maimed in body and in mind, others in wheelchairs, some with arms and legs blown off.

Agent Orange and PTSD plagued many. No cures.

The 50s and 60s war movies were never like that.

Bob Boyd