Poems by Bob Boyd

Alas, the agony
when the dream dies
and the love ends.

Something that seemed
impossible when they first met.

But after the newness
and the excitement wore off,

they got too used to each other
and the newness and the excitement
began to get dull.

Though she was beautiful
and he was handsome,

the looks that initially attracted
them to each other had lost the allure.

Now they’re in a divorce court fighting
over custody of their kids.

Their love has turned to
squabbles and hate
despite how perfect their
love seemed in the beginning.

Sad, love sometimes ends that
way.

Give me the fairy tales where
love never ends badly.
Hearts are never broken.
And love always lasts.

Bob Boyd

In the Philippines cats get no respect,
never pampered unlike in the US.
No cat hospitals, probably no cat vets.
Feral street cats no one there wants;
they leap from roof to roof on one story
Philippines houses, a racket on the roofs,
and scrounge for food wherever they
can find it. Theirs is a hard luck life.

Once as a dumb and foolish experiment,
I hissed at one to see how he’d respond.
Big mistake. Regretted it. Cat took offense.

Every time he saw me after that, his eyes glared,
his teeth bared, and he hissed at me, an enemy.
My conscious guilty, I really felt bad for teasing
that poor cat. I should have been better than that.

I began bringing him food to atone for my offense.
Six meals later, friends at last.

Bob Boyd

Woke up last night, 12 AM, the witching hour,
Haunted with horrible memories of you,
Thinking about how mean you could be
And why you didn’t last a minute with me.
You were so mean to that waiter
When he wouldn’t flirt back with you.
The best restaurant in town
Wasn’t good enough for you.
You complained about everything,
And I regretted being there with you
On a first date done with you last date.
Despite your stunning looks,
Your perfectly shaped body,
I ended up disliking you.

Bob Boyd

Earth seeded by aliens
A cosmic flower pot
Many humans flowering
Some poisonous weeds
Some roses and clover
Extraterrestrial gardeners
Will prevent nukes from raining
Saviors of the Eden Garden

Or clinical observers
Of their grand experiment
Uninvolved in the outcome
Of a species likened to insects
Compared to their vastly higher
Intellects and advanced civilization

Incredibly true or totally false, and
Where would Jesus, Buddha,
And Krishna fit into all of this?

Bob Boyd

Saw a YouTube video where a guy was raving about having a Tpe Doll instead of a real girlfriend or wife.

Maybe it’s me, but it seemed a bit bizarre, though to him having the thermoplastic elastomer doll was perfectly normal, as if he were discussing the weather instead of his fake woman doll.

I had to wonder what he and the doll had in common. Did they talk about current affairs, no pun meant, or movies they’d seen?

I couldn’t believe how he talked about the doll on the video, like having the fake woman was perfectly natural, not the least odd.

On the other hand, he and his Tpe doll must be a couple free of drama, his and hers, and no way was she going to leave him or break his heart – far as I could see.

Nor would she divorce him or drag him through court for some steep alimony, or a custody battle for kids, or wrangle over holes in a prenup.

And at least his love doll hobby wasn’t hurting anyone, and if it made him happy, who am I to ridicule his choice. I’ve probably made worse choices with real women in my romantically tattered life.

After all, there are worse things people do, like real couples who verbally and/or physically hurt each other. Or those you see on crime shows where one murders the other.

My only complaint is to me the Tpe doll was overly voluptuous – not my type.

Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m seeing the benefits, and if you’re an unattached Tpe doll reading this, send me an email on the contact form, and let’s see if we could have a loooove connection.

I’m low maintenance, self sufficient (Don’t need no woman to take care of me), easy going, have many interests, said to still be not bad on the eyes. I’m not controlling — you won’t have to worry about that. And I can be very entertaining.

Bob Boyd

count all the grains of sand in the deserts of the world
count all the drops of water in the seven seas
count all the stars in the billions of galaxies
none of those totals
could ever come close
to all the love
in my heart for you

bob boyd

after my work out
i pick up my car at 2pm today
a new tire and an oil change
and to indulge myself i’ll
drive to harris teeter and
use a harris teeter coupon i
have for a huge savings on a
pint of Ben and Jerry’s
ice cream

on the way back to my car
parked near duck donuts
i’ll stop in duck donuts
and buy two of their
incomparably delicious
plain doughnuts baked
while i wait

ice cream and donuts
a treat for an old man
who doesn’t give a damn
about what some would
consider unhealthy food

and maybe occasionally
eating ice cream and
donuts are my only vices
and good for my soul

there are far worse things
i could be doing
like wasting the rest of
my waning years
whether a few or twenty
mindlessly watching
meaningless tv shows all day
on a mind numbing tv screen

or drinking myself to death
in some musty old bar
babbling about nonsensical things
with other drunken old men
barely able to think or speak
nearly incapacitated from
loneliness and too much alcohol

or being driven crazy
living with the wrong woman
who seemed like the right
woman when we first met when
she was on her best behavior

sometimes being alone is better
than being with someone with whom
you are miserable and lonely with

i end this rambling poem thinking
about the ice cream and the donuts
the way i once thought of meeting
a woman for a date

admittedly a poor comparison
to the wonders and charms
of a woman

but it works for me

bob boyd

she seemed ethereal and angelic
as if she were a goddess come
to the planet

he couldn’t believe his luck in
being with her

and always felt unworthy of a
woman so incredibly nice
and seemingly perfect

his heart was crushed when
at age twenty seven she
died of a fatal cancer

his mind was amazed at how
she was unaffected by her
impending death
smiling and serene all the way
through and to the end
and how she assured him
they would be together again
in a higher world as if it were true

she seemed to have some
healing powers she never
spoke of

after he was with her
for a week
his chronic depression
he had all his life
vanished
he never had anxiety again
and unlike before he met
her he always woke up happy

things he attributed to having
been with her
and that continued after
her death

thirty and also dying from
a cancer now he sees her in
dreams comforting him
and ready to welcome
him into that higher world
she spoke of when living
and he knows it is true

bob boyd

so many alien abduction cases
aliens coming through walls
taking people through walls
as though they have the
ability to change matter

non consensual medical
examinations and probings
some abductees allege to
have seen humans standing
in large tubes for what they
didn’t know

some think 411s are related
but for what they don’t know
animal mutilations believed
done by aliens too

perhaps harvesting organs
for unknown medical
purposes

abducting aliens said to be
small and bigger grays

some other classifications
of aliens are
nordics
reptilians
tall whites
ebens
trantaloids
archquloids
quadaloids
heplaloids

the more you look into
these seemingly implausible
matters

the more you find whether
true or all bunk
the prevailing question is
why have scientists not
identified or even seen
all these aliens

the answer is
if aliens are real
they move in and out
of dimensions and
are mostly invisible

the following are not bunk

ufos have been seen entering
and exiting the sea by
naval personnel

ufos have been seen
hovering nuclear sites
all over the world

it is believed by ufologists
that if the nukes are
unleashed

aliens will stop the nukes
and save the planet
and that is why ufos are
seen around nuclear sites

hard to distinguish fact
from fiction with a lot of
alien lore

but i believe some of it
is undoubtedly true

bob boyd

oh how i hate lip readers
you may be okay with them
but hell no i’m not

more and more i see them
on the news lip reading
people’s private conversations
an invasion of privacy too far

i don’t care about people’s
private conversations
i don’t want to see them
snooped on by annoying
lip readers in that rude way

oh how i hate lip readers
and wish they’d go away

bob boyd