Poems by Bob Boyd

it was real
it was hideous
it was coming after him
horrifying beyond imagination
seemingly unstoppable
seemingly demonic
the terror of all terrors
his crazy off her meds
ex wife gone bonkers
with an ax in her hand
and glowing red eyes
screaming like a banshee
hellbent on killing him
and sending him to hell
he went a little insane too
and quoted the exorcist
in the movie The Exorcist
he starting yelling
the power of Christ
compels you
the power of Christ
compels you
her glowing red eyes
turned angelic blue
she stopped screaming
dropped the ax
and said I love you

bob boyd

Taste with their feet
subsist on liquids only
have transparent wings
cold blooded species
need warmth to live
miniscule lifespans
live 15 to 29 days
I’m sad they don’t
live longer lives
as beautiful as
they are
the butterflies

Bob Boyd

You can’t trust the mainstream news anymore,
lies, misinformation and partisan biased,
brainwashing viewers, many are celebs.
It stuffs the brains of undiscerning viewers
with nonsensical and hateful untruths,
turns them into haters of whomever it demonizes
day in and day out ad nauseam.
The constant repetition of the lies
penetrate the minds of the believers
and turns them into left leaning shills.
It wasn’t that way when journalism was objective
and you could believe the mainstream news.

Bob Boyd

ungrateful

she never had any respect for my mind –
no appreciation for my intellect.

in the end before she left,
she no longer appreciated
my full and loving heart.

bob boyd

she just wanted a normal relationship
without a man mucking up her life.
she’d given men her best shot;
none of them ever worked out.
they lied, cheated, and failed her
despite her determined efforts
to make those relationships work.
after decades of lovelorn loves
she gave up at age seventy,
too fed up with the failings,
too fed up with irregular men.

bob boyd

born into a devout, catholic family,
he had divine religious advantages.
small wonder he was a devout kid
and knew one day he’d be a priest.
he received the body of Christ
in the Eucharist for twenty six years
before he became a catholic priest.

surrounded by all the catholic graces,
born to be a roman catholic priest,
how could he have gone so wrong
by molesting young, catholic boys?

he ended in prison, a convicted pedophile
in the other inmates glaring kill sights.

a dead man with a bullseye
on his once a pious priest back,
a year after his incarceration
he was murdered viciously in his cell
his legacy, a failed catholic priest.

bob boyd

they came through the walls,
reptilian-looking aliens,
a horrifying sight,
though only six-years-old
she was used to them.

they were her friends
and had empowered her
to be the next world leader.
she had the right intellect
and the finest implants
to be a young messiah
and win the world for them.

they charted out her path.
they cleared the way,
killed human obstacles
before they rose up.
the world was theirs
and she was one of them
inside the body of a little girl.

bob boyd

In high school girls called Mark ugly,
and he became less attractive when older,
too ugly for women to get a date he knew.
But when Mark won a million dollar lottery
suddenly, unexpectedly, he became handsome,
and beautiful women were all over him.
Funny how one’s fortunes can change
when it comes to one’s appearance to women.

Bob Boyd

A husband and wife team,
they were slick grifters
tricking people into believing
they were possessed or had ghosts.

They made a lot of money off their grift
pretending to be exorcists
and got a lot of publicity and
a book and a lucrative movie deal.

Their grift came to a horrifying end
when they messed with real demons
and tried their fake mumble jumble
and both got possessed.

It seemed maybe those demons
had some unexpected sense of justice
and kind of avenged all the wronged,
like the documentary portrayed it.

Bob Boyd

I never wanted to know when I was going to die.
Now an old man, I wouldn’t mind knowing
since I’ve reached seventy and nine years
and don’t give a damn about dying.
If I knew the time and the hour,
I could do some crazy things
and some sane things before my demise.
I could spend all that I have in my bank account,
maybe on a train trip across the country and
other things I wouldn’t spend money on now.
I could gorge myself on all the forbidden foods,
more chocolate, ice cream and pastries.
I could go out having had a good and
uninhibited time.

Bob Boyd