Poems by Bob Boyd

She looked so uniquely nice
in her elaborate clothes
her unique fashion sense
but nothing on earth
could ever compare
to how beautiful she looked
in her natural au natural

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Remembering Sandra Lisacki today
and how beautiful she looked
back in high school gracing the corridors
with her stunning and exotic looks,
holding her books in her arms,
looking so amazingly lovely.
Her beautiful brown eyes
and black hair left me practically breathless.

Alas, I wish I could have met her in person
and been lucky enough to have gone out with her.
I wish I could have been that blessed.
Instead I never approached her,
never got to know her.

Perhaps feeling unworthy of her.
And asking her out might have been
as futile as an undeserving mortal
asking out a heavenly goddess.

And back then to me she was
like a goddess, and I will never forget
how incomparably beautiful she looked
in the Woburn High Class of 1964.
I hope she is still alive. She’d be 78
now I think. I hope she had a happy life.

Bob Boyd

the churches went woke
forgot about real religion
focused more on politics
and so-called social justice
than on their religious roots

services and sermons
became boringly bland
and jesus was forgotten
and his spirit left them

even he could not stand
their desecrations of his
message of forgiveness
and unconditional love

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wrote a bestseller about it
he’d been abducted by aliens
and learned many things about them
that he shared with his readers
who gushed over the revelations
he became like a celebrity
garnered millions of fans
made tons of money
did slews of interviews
poster boy for ufologists
all of it a sweet gig for him
all of it a blatant hoax

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he was trouble in high school,
kicked out of it many times
upset teachers in classrooms
always creating disturbances
the bane of all those in charge
not surprising, since he
got many beatings at home.

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You can keep your celebratory status.
Like anything else in life, it has its costs.
The price for all that attention
is the loss of your public freedom
and being bothered by paparazzi
and often reporters everywhere you go
and the risk of being quoted or
misquoted on something you said.
Screw all that attention, say I.
It just isn’t worth it to me in the end.
Although some celebs seem
to handle it incredibly well.

Bob Boyd

Supposedly an ant just dies
and has no heaven or
nirvana.

Where privileged humans
get the perks of living
cushy, eternal lives.

I find that discriminatory
to the little four-leggeds,
who according to research
have more group smarts
than humans.

But maybe their salvation
is eventually assured
through the transmigration
of souls from one life to
another.

In other words, today an ant
tomorrow a dog. Lives later
a privileged human on the
track of a nirvana or a
heaven.

But still … why the wait?
Why can’t ants be on the
fast track to eternal bliss
instead of having to
make their bones life
after life.

That is, If the Hindu
take on the scheme
of things is unerringly
and theologically right.

Bob Boyd

She told him she loved him.
He said he loved her too.
Marriage and nuptial bliss
followed.

All was good for three years.
Then the love and the bliss
began to unexpectedly
wan and wither away.

And like so many other loves
the once soulmates
ended the love and the bliss
hatefully in a divorce court.

Bob Boyd

Once upon a time monks allowed women
to visit Mount Athos.

But the monks became too distracted
as non-monkish men would as well.

I can understand this as an old, womanless recluse:
Women distract me too.

But not as much as they must have havoced
the minds and the holy intentions of celibate monks.

Though sometimes when I venture of of my quasi monastic solitude
and see women in grocery and department stores

I find myself faced with the distractions of all the lovely women
blooming in the aisles and at the checkout counters

I begin remembering when I was young and with women
and how wonderful and magical my world was then.

For awhile, I pine over being without one of those beautiful distractions
and briefly wish I had one now despite being old and living like a monk.

Bob Boyd

People have never been able
to get along for long
nationally or globally.

Wars keep happening.
Some countries can’t coexist in peace
Crimes still surge. Hate still rages.

Jails are still filled to capacity
with every imaginable kind of offender.
Murders happen everywhere everyday.

What a sad statement to the progress
and the evolution of the human race
that may be racing to its dissolution.

It’s like a delinquent, troublesome schoolkid
who sheepishly comes home
with all F’s on his shameful report card.

Bob Boyd