Poems by Bob Boyd

He thought she was like a saint
After he saw her playing saintly parts
In many great movies.

But when he saw her on two talk shows
And she was drunk and mean
He couldn’t believe how she acted.

He learned a lesson about how
Actor’s personas on silver screens
Are often counterfeit representations
Of less than perfect people.

Bob Boyd

Her days and nights pass faster
She grows older and older
Her body’s breaking down
The ravages of aging
She sees more doctors
Than ever in her life
And she’s tired of all of it

She misses the good health
And good times of her youth
But those days are gone forever
So she takes her ten medications
And deals with her inevitable
Death with a smile and a sigh
Turns out her bedroom lights
And escapes it all in sleep

Bob Boyd

I’ve heard love is the most powerful force in the universe.
It doesn’t seem to be so in this troubled world.
Hate and evil seem so prevalent, and love doesn’t
Appear to have any power over hate and evil.
Wars rage on. Murders and rapes keep happening.
Which poses the questions, where’s the love in that,
And if love is so powerful
Why can’t it stop these heinous acts?
If love is the most powerful force in the universe,
I think it is in the greater unseen scheme of things.
But I just don’t see it in the relative world.

Bob Boyd

She was shy when sober, crazy when drunk,
Lost all her restrained inhibitions.
Took off all her clothes in a bar once.
Danced butt naked downing a beer.
Burly bouncers threw her ass out.
Showed her wares at a crowded beach.
Angry parents chased her off the beach.
Interrupted a church service once
Singing a song called Personal Jesus.
The parishioners drove her out
With the blood of Jesus prayers.
Slept with shitloads of faceless guys
On many drunken, regrettable nights.
Often woke up ashamed of herself.
Got drunk again to block out the shame.
And once again transformed herself,
Like a reanimated full-mooned she wolf,
And unleashed her unabashed self.

Bob Boyd

She loved picking flowers
That grew outside her house
Unaware that the flowers
Had feelings and hurt
When they were pulled
Out of their earth habitats

She severed their stems
And stuffed them in vases
Where they faded and died
Premature isolated deaths
And were tossed away
With the rest of the trash

Bob Boyd

The sun comes up
The early birds awake
And bask in morning light
The night owls go to sleep
And dream kaleidoscope dreams
The bursting sun glistens
Upon the calm waters
The world begins to yawn
Creation awakes
Another day breaks

Bob Boyd

He saw her in a dream
He hadn’t talked to her
In a long long time
He traveled to London
To see her in the dream
They had a nice talk
After he woke up
He realized he never
Knew her
At least not in this life
At least not in this world

Bob Boyd
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Big birds eat little birds
Big fish eat little fish
I never understood that
To me it’s like cannibalism
Species feeding on their species
You don’t see humans eating humans
Except for rare disgusting exceptions
Far as I know animals don’t eat their own kind
Of course, as with cannibal humans,
There could be macabre exceptions.
And I have to wonder why Nature
Didn’t find another way
Instead of birds eating birds
And fish eating fish

Bob Boyd

He sat in a cave in the Himalayas
Meditating day and night
Transcending into the Absolute
The populations of the world
Never heard of him
The hermit in the cave
The unknown sage
The planet knew him
The cosmos as well
As his meditations
And his emanations
Helped to lift
Seekers of the world
And all the good souls
A little closer to heaven

Bob Boyd

She lives the simple life
No greedy gold digging
No need for fancy things
Never went to college
Doesn’t care about
Being intellectual
Or smashing the
Glass ceiling
Isn’t model beautiful
But she smarter than most
And beautiful enough
Most importantly
She has more heart
And more compassion
Than most of those
Who want more
Or have more
And she’s free
Of inflated
self-importance
And vain vanities

Bob Boyd