Poems by Bob Boyd

She never recovered from the trauma
of the mass murder she witnessed.
All the therapy in the world couldn’t
save her from her mental turmoil.
Disheartened, she didn’t know
what to do with her depressing life.
She settled her problems with a knife
And took her twenty-year-old life.

Bob Boyd

He dreamed he was in an old soda fountain
back in the good old day’s fifties
drinking a vanilla cola.

Girls wearing bobby socks sat on stools near him
talking about fifties music.

And the temperature of the times was
so much cooler than today. And the weather
was so much sunnier.

The dream was so good he wanted to
stay there forever.

He would have if he had met a girl named Peggy Sue,
but he woke up disappointed instead.

Bob Boyd

Smitten by her looks
he didn’t bother to
get to know her
before he took
the plunge into
irreversible love.
Drowning in his
love for her,
he put up with
her abuse
that reduced
him to less a man
and more a weak
and willing victim
of her tyranny
that eventually
sent him to
his grave
prematurely
broken and
dead before
his heart expired.

Bob Boyd

She strolls along the boulevard,
her onlooking admirers many.

Her beauty unparalleled,
none can resist her.

Unknown to her admirers,
She cares not for any of them.

She only cares for herself
and her captivating beauty

That keeps her in a prison
of self love.

That renders her unable
to ever know true love.

Bob Boyd

A brilliant professor in his day,
when old he became like a zombie.
He shuffled instead of walked.
How could his life have come to that,
a sad portrait of aging diminishing
of a man renown for his accomplishments
and his outgoing, charming personality?
Aging has no respect for position.
Aging has no respect for wealth.
It takes us all down in the end.

Bob Boyd

Silly restrictions
Trigger warnings
All nonsense to him
Let’s get back to
less hyper sensitive
days.

Let’s get back to
normalcy and less
crybaby sensitive
people instead of a
nation of mentally
weak minions.

Bob Boyd

He was so elated
when he first fell
in love with her.
She made him
happier than
he’d ever been.
But after about
six months the
ardor wore off.
The joy receded,
the love lessened.
And she made
him more
miserable than
he’d ever been.

Bob Boyd

He felt heartless like the Tin Man
and so unloved all his life,
unwanted by his mother
Stuck in foster care.
Taken in for the money
social services paid his
Unloving foster parents.
Never knew he had a heart,
never knew he could love,
until he grew up and
met her and she took
him into her heart.
And for the first time
in his loveless life
he learned he wasn’t a Tin Man
and that he had a heart.

Bob Boyd

Everybody I used to know is dying
Old friends, old actors, and singers
Never thought age would catch up
With my young sixties generation
When we were living large forever
Time snuck by without me seeing it
Suddenly my generation was old
Our expiration dates running out
Somehow I’ve survived so far
Even a cancer couldn’t kill me
Heart failure silently trying
To end my life any day now
But it’s not having much luck
Maybe Death wants to torture me
With a mind numbing dementia
Before it takes my waning life

Bob Boyd

It’s been like bad weather without you.
My days and nights are cold and overcast.
My emotions are reeling like a tsunami.
My heart is frozen in a frigid winter.
I need a little sunshine in my lonely life
To thaw out this heartbreak from
The stormy day you left me.
A new lady has got my attention
Maybe she’ll bring some
Sunny days back into my life.

Bob Boyd