Poems by Bob Boyd

Millions upon millions have died in wars.
blood spilled all over the entire planet,
endless sorrows for millions of families.
Have we a chance for better tomorrows,
or will senseless carnage continue?

Bob Boyd

Too many people end up alone
and friendless
when they become old.

Once outward people mixing
with people
become reclusive
and alone.

Perhaps it’s biological,
shutting some old
people down
in readiness for
approaching death.

Other old people
still mingle
why the difference
I’m not sure.

Perhaps when social
butterflies get old
they are programmed
to still flutter around
in the dimming light
of their fading years.

Bob Boyd

Just as I was enjoying the winter’s cold,
it’s gone too soon.

I’d prepared for it too well for it to be
over so quickly,

layers of clothing, windows winterised,
bottoms of doors fortified from drafts,

a Japanese hot water bottle
that held intense heat for hours

made my bed as warm as an electric
blanket without the cost.

Just when I’d conquered the cold, it gave
up too easily.

Already I’m pining for next year’s winter
challenges.

Bob Boyd

Globalists have no business in your country.
They are only going to screw your country up.
Avoid them like you’d avoid a COVID pandemic.
They’d probably be worse them COVID for your life
and the freedom and well being of your country.
Imagine if they flooded your country with migrants
illegally, that hated you and your beloved country
and wanted to destroy and remake it just like
the countries they chose to leave for yours.

Bob Boyd

They said his wife was ugly
Fools, they didn’t see her beauty
and expected him to have a
shallow, superficial trophy wife
because he was a famous actor.
But she was with him for him
and not for his fame and money.
And was more beautiful than
all of the cookie-cut beauties
who valued gold more than love
and were superficial and bland
compared to her sense of humor,
her intellect and her genuine love.

Bob Boyd

The days grow much warmer.
His body keeps growing colder.
Death is nagging him to die.
He keeps resisting the knell
for fear of eternal damnation
He takes more and more pills
to try to prolong the inevitable.
But the red-tailed evil one has
his eye on him and he knows
he’ll soon get his rightful due.

Bob Boyd

Crazy dreams, what do they mean?
Often don’t make any sense
as if on recreational drug trips
and Wizard of Oz meanderings.
I wake up and forget most of them.
A few of them sometimes stick.
Some people think we astral
travel when we have these dreams.
I don’t believe I’m leaving my body.
I just think I’m having crazy dreams.

Bob Boyd

He couldn’t believe
how much she had changed
from loving and sweet
to heartless and mean
in the course of a few
years of marriage.

He found himself drowning
in the toxicity of it all
and fearing to just leave
and be utterly alone
and risk never finding
another love.

He concluded a bad love
was better than no love.
A year later when his
broken heart gave out,
embittered he died.

Bob Boyd

The NDEers said it was all about
love in the afterlife.

He wondered why there seemed
to be insufficient love in this life.

He couldn’t put the pieces together
in the puzzle of

all the hate, violence, and horrors
pervasive on the planet.

Though moments of love and compassion
often seeped through,

but evil, murders, and wars persisted
without the higher love intervening

and saving us all from the miseries
and the heartaches so many endure.

He could only resolve his puzzlement
by believing and trusting in

that somehow in some way in the greater
scheme of things all was good.

Bob Boyd

Seas rushed into lands.
The land recoiled.
People screamed and ran.
There was no escape.
The world became
flooded again,
There was no noah.
The waves rolled and
crashed violently all over the
planet and the seas
destroying all cities
killing all the people
crushing ships and boats and
killing all the humans in them.
The winds screamed in the skies
thrashing every flying thing to death.
The sun stopped shining.
The earth stopped spinning.
And everything in the cosmos
exploded into a flaming conflagration
and burned out into a nothingness void.

Bob Boyd