Poems by Bob Boyd

They launched a lot of satellites up into space
that circled around the sun, the moon, and the earth
for various clandestine missions.

The aliens took notice and began appearing more often
in the seas and in the skies.

No one knew their purposes or their intents.
Some said they were malignant.
Some said they were benign.
Nobody knew for sure what the aliens were about.

Perhaps they were more actively keeping watch,
testing the mood and the temperature
of the increasing possibility of an all out nuclear war.

to react more visibly should the nukes be about to be launched
and shut all the nukes down to save humans from destroy themselves,
like overlord guardians of the people and the planet.

Bob Boyd

Scientists always thought aliens would be physical beings.
Despite their imposing intellects, they never imagined
That the aliens would come through notes and bars.
At first, the strange, hypnotic music seemed earthly
Until it played across the planet and lulled the world
Into a comatose state, everything brought under its spell,
The world and its populations as frozen as the arctic.
Their conquest done, the musical aliens devoured their prey,
Sated themselves on every living thing and trumpeted away.

Bob Boyd

I was in a marriage with an abusive lout
He’d come home from taverns and
Beat the hell out of a black and blue me
When he slammed my head against
The bedroom wall and nearly killed me
I decided I had to stop his constant abuse
I couldn’t leave him. I had no place to go
And in my time, divorce was shameful
So as was the custom of the day with
Some unhappy and dissatisfied wives
I found my perfect solution in arsenic
I snuck it in that mean bastard’s ale
And I’m ashamed to say that I
Took great pleasure in his death
The score settled, justice done
I got away with killing him
And lived the rest of my life in peace
But now that I’m dead for centuries
I roam the earth endlessly, a fearful ghost
I dare not float into that tunnel of Light and
Surely be exiled to that horrifying place
As a murderess in afterlife disgrace
Burning forever in the fires of hell

Bob Boyd

hiking in yosemite
national park
josh and his girlfriend
she was behind him
a mile into the hike
past a noisy waterfall
he turned around
to talk to her
she was gone
he called her
but she didn’t
answer him
he notified the rangers
who led a search
with trackers and dogs
and a hundred volunteers
they scoured the forest
for many weeks
the trackers didn’t find
her tracks
the dogs didn’t
pick up her scent
she was never found
twenty years later
she is still 411

Bob Boyd

I’d like to buy a pet lizard
but I’d have to feed him live food
like chirping crickets

I just can’t do it
I can’t feed those innocent
little insects to a lizard

I can’t bear the thought of
little, chirping crickets being raised
just to die horrifyingly in a lizard’s belly

Yet, with some sobering reflection,
I see that I’m kind of a hypocrite
who eats chicken everyday

That are only raised
to die horrifyingly and
end up in my belly

Bob Boyd

Anna was a caring and loving wife
before her frontal lobes got damaged
in an awful auto accident

After the frontal lobes damage,
she became uncaring and unloving
and took her husband’s life

Bob Boyd

She hears the death knells
Sounding in her head
She lays down
Falls asleep
And dreams she’s falling
But doesn’t hit the ground
The next morning
The death knells ring louder
She lays down falls asleep
And dreams she’s falling
And almost hits the ground
The next day she sees her doctor
He puts her on Hydralazine
Her blood pressure stabilizes
Her dizziness goes away
And she never dreams
Of falling again

Bob Boyd

Some people always
Play the victim
That must be a hard life
To 24/7 maintain
Day to day and
Year to year
For the rest of one’s
Brief and
Unpredictable
Earthly sojourn
Maybe for them
It’s gratifying
And gives them
Some small
Satisfactions
That gets them
Through their
Tired days and
Troubled nights

Bob Boyd

It seems for many Tik Tok is a great place
to act crazy or make a fool out of themselves
in front of hundreds or thousands
or maybe even millions of viewers.
I don’t understand why many people
are so obsessed with doing this.
Maybe they think it validates them
or gives them a chance to shine
out of the darkness of their discontent.
As for me, I’d rather write poetry on a blog
with few people paying attention to me,
especially if I make a fool out of myself.

Bob Boyd

I saw that a woman just added bug to her pronouns;
sure it’s crazy but it sounded like fun.
I’m not about pronouns. The trend doesn’t interest me,
but I find it amusing to think of describing myself as bug.
And were I about pronouns, particularly exotic ones,
I’d probably like to add one like cryptid or wolverine,
or maybe in mellower moments, I’d go with
something like river or moon.

Bob Boyd