Poems by Bob Boyd

She left him on a Sunday
He offed himself on a Monday
She had said she’d be there for him,
never leave him no matter what.
She said she’d love him forever.
He was her only one.
Until he had a massive heart attack,
and his business went bust,
and all the money
and all her perks
were gone.

She didn’t shed a single tear
when she heard he died,
but cashed in on the insurance policy
that he failed to take her off.
She found another rich sucker
to leech off
and love forever
unless he went broke
and she lost all her perks.

Bob Boyd

it amazes me that
a notable American poet
achieved poetic fame
in American and abroad
writing many great poems
while often intoxicated
and kept writing them
through years of getting drunk
and surviving rocky relationships
he should have been given
some kind of esteemed medal
for his undeterred persistence
to his celebrated poetic art
despite all that drinking
and all that drunkenness
hail to his unfailing tenacity
hail to his great success

bob boyd

sweet lovable you
caring and sharing
your unfailing, real love
none could ever equal your caring
none could ever match your devotion
none have ever loved me as much as you
never thought a mongrel dog would love me more
than any of the women who came in and out of my life

bob boyd

Cicadas singing enchanting love songs
They sing them every night in moonlight.
To some humans it’s just an annoying ruckus.
To female cicadas it’s a sweet serenade
analogous to an infatuated human woman
listening to a smooth male crooner.
Amazing how this magnetic mating ritual
is so ingrained in human and insect life
and the lives of all species in this world.
It makes me wonder if all this mating
is only about propagating the species
and has nothing to do with romance and love.

Bob Boyd

Brenda and Randall dated for six years before they married.
They didn’t want to rush into marriage
before they were 100% sure it would last for the rest of their lives.

Nancy and Nate fell in love on the first date
and got married a week later,
foolish, impractical romantics that they were.

Branda and Randall got divorced two years after they married.
Nancy and Nate stayed mated for life.

Sometimes all the waiting,
sometimes all the planning,
doesn’t mean a goddamn thing.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful Woman

A beautiful woman
seems to have a perfect life.

But too beautiful for many men
to have the nerve to approach her.

Some men just want her like a trophy
and never appreciate her for who she is.

Other men get insanely jealous with her
because of all the glances she gets from other men.

And like women with regular looks,
she has her problems too.

Sometimes more than other woman,
her beauty a blessing and a curse.

Somehow beautiful and not beautiful seems
to equal out sooner or later in this temporary life.

Bob Boyd

Dark night
twisted shadows
pursue him
in his twisted
dreams.
He wakes up
in his twisted
live,
and is on
the prowl
again.
Another twisted
day
another twisted
kill
12 women so
far
all dead.

Bob Boyd

He regretted all the mistakes
he made in his life.
It wasn’t that he found religion
and felt sinful as hell.
It’s just that he wished he
could he do a rewind
and get a second chance
to do things better
with a more mature mind.
He could have done
so much better with
a second chance as a 2.0.
But life doesn’t hand out
second chances after
you’ve had your first chance
and make all your mistakes.
If we get a rewind with
reincarnation, maybe
that’s where you get
the second chances and
come back better and better
with each improved life.

Bob Boyd

If you are good with crowds of people,
of swarms of homo sapiens you have
to dodge and find your way around,
as if you were at a sporting event
trying to keep from being slammed into
by an oblivious person
or a random shopping cart,
then you’re better than me.

I assiduously try to avoid crowds
and dodging wandering people.
I go shopping later at night when
the swarms roll off to their homes
in their human-driven machines.

And I avoid events where humans
are as thick and as crowded
as sand in arid deserts
or on the shores of vast seas.

It’s not that I have Enochlophobia.
It’s just that I can’t stand
being cramped in spaces
with herds of my kind.
And what a relief it is
when I go shopping late at night
and the ubiquitous crowds
are finally dispersed.

Bob Boyd

Wickedness, wickedness, why so much in this old world.
I’m surprised the world doesn’t fall apart from it all
and float into space in pieces with the good and the wicked
screaming and dying and glued to it by gravity.
How the world keeps it together hosting so much evil
is a lifelong mystery to me.
Maybe the fact that daily many wicked people die,
balances the good and the evil out so much
that it eases earth’s burden of having to host so much evil.

Bob Boyd