Poems by Bob Boyd

In his youth he lived for music
radios on all the time
music blaring out of them
in his home in his car
songs the background of his life
like the music in a movie

when he became an old man
the music lost its importance
he rarely listened to it
except once in a while
the music like his life
began fading away
and the reason for that
puzzles him to this day

Bob Boyd

I’m sitting on this rotating world
oblivious to its constant spinning
wondering why I never thought
about the imperceptible rotation
and what made it a grand idea
in some great creator’s head
or did it one day just decided
spinning would be more fun
than just sitting still in space
and I wonder about all the
undiscovered cosmic mysteries
in the vastness of the universe.

Bob Boyd

She lived for the limelight
a cheerleader in high school
she loved all the attention
she wanted more of it
when she graduated from
her small town high school
as an actress in hollywood
and through hard work and
persistence she achieved
her hollywood dreams
and got attention from all
over the us and the world
as an international star
some people called her
a chronic attention whore
but screw them because
she managed to live her
dream, a dream many
give up on and lack the
grit to not give up on it
kudos to her I say.

Bob Boyd

Some lies are kind lies,
he proved.

A woman who looked hideous
to him

asked him if he found her
attractive.

He replied he did
instead of unkindly
and truthfully telling
her he didn’t.

He spared her feelings
at the cost of his integrity
but he knew her feelings
were more important
than hurtful truth.

Besides, he felt, she
was beautiful within,
and he asked her
to become his wife
because of that.

She accepted even though
she didn’t find him
attractive either.

But he like her
was beautiful within.

Bob Boyd

Evil knows no limits
it seems.

Murders and rapes
daily

No end to serial killers
sadistically murdering people
mostly women

Children sexually abused,
some sex trafficked

Sometimes wives
murdered by husbands

Sometimes husbands
murdered by wives

Sometimes children
murdered by parents

Why must there always
be such evil

Why can’t the darkness
be prevented by the Light

Bob Boyd

He read about a woman who walked in beauty.
He imagined an earthbound goddess
with a perfect body, blonde hair,
ineffable beauty and a winsome personality.

He thought he met the goddess in
a big, upscale department store
that he worked in and she managed
until her employees told him that
she was a witch who was meanspirited
and walked in ugliness all over them.

Bob Boyd

He no longer cares about
what he’s told he should eat.
Screw the vegetables.
Screw the fats and calories,
the cholesterol and sugar.
But be sensible about salt.
Don’t want high blood
and debilitating strokes.
Just wants to die with
his mental faculties
reasonably intact.

Bob Boyd

Days and nights keep passing fast
Seasons come and go at warp speed
it’s hard to keep up with the changes.

Sometimes he thinks to himself
I’m just hanging around here
waiting to finally die with dignity.

He believes the afterlife will offer
him a better deal than inhabiting
an old body that is breaking down.

He worries he could live longer
than he wants to and be
sentenced to die in the indignity
of a nursing home institution
indifferent to his dementia-ridden self.

Bob Boyd

He had an imaginary playmate
starting in his fifth year of life.
He said she was a little fairy.
His parents knew she wasn’t real,
just an imaginary friend
and weren’t concerned about it.
He still played with her when older
but realized it seemed crazy to
keep talking to an imaginary friend
and kept his friendship secret.
In his sixtieth year of life
he died and learned his friend
was a wife from a former life.

Bob Boyd

Awful people, the world has too many of them.
Nice people, we need more of them.
Sometimes it seems there’s an imbalance
between the awful and the nice,
and I wonder how that plays out in
the world’s collective unconsciousness,
in the peace and disharmony
bubbling daily beneath the surface
of the known and unknown happenings
seen and unseen all over the planet.

Bob Boyd