Poems by Bob Boyd

She took him back despite his cheating.
He promised he’d never cheat again.
Making up felt so wonderful and good
Like falling in love a second time.
Her happiness blossomed like a flower
But wilted and died six months later
When despite his heartfelt promise
He cheated on her with her cousin.
And she went a little crazy and
Smashed his new car’s windows
And its lights into shattered pieces.

Bob Boyd

It began with loud music
From the next door apartment
Arguments over the noise
Tempers began raging
Swearing and threats
Rose in the apartment house
Between the two men
Life ended for both of them

When the guy complaining
Shot the loud music guy
Who died immediately, 3 shots
The shooter got life in prison
Died of a heart attack from
The stress and the shock
And the loss of his freedom
From one insane mistake

Bob Boyd

It began with weed at parties
Then the LSD trips
Then the harder stuff
Consumed by drugs
His life in descent
Three years later
Staggering on the sidewalk
Weaving back and forth
Looking like a zombie
On the forlorn streets of
Kensington, Philadelphia

Bob Boyd

In England now you have to
Be careful what you post
On social media

The words deemed illegal
By the thought police will
Get their attention

And the British gestapo
Will pay you a visit and
cart you off to jail

Bob Boyd

At first it was exciting living in the dome on Mars
It was bigger than a giant mall and had everything.

We could see the Martian landscape through portals
The dust storms were amazing and awesome to see.

In special spacesuits we would take walks there,
To get outside on Mars was so freeing and fun.

But than some unknown Martian virus attacked us,
Maybe it had attached itself to our spacesuits

During our daily walks around the Martian land.
The virus was a killer, maybe something sentient.

It turned many of us into super powerful zombies
Who shrieked and growled and slayed many of us.

The mission was aborted. Survivors returned to earth,
And one of us carried the virus back undetected.

And morphed into the shrieking, growling zombie and
Infected thousands of people all over planet earth.

Bob Boyd

He moves through dimensions with ease.
He can appear and disappear at will.
He’s been seen thousands of times.
He seems like a deathless immortal.
No corpse of him has ever been found.
He’s more elusive than a stealthy ninja.
If you take a shot at him, he vanishes.
Who is this mysterious character?
He’s the forever elusive Bigfoot.

Bob Boyd

Hiking on my own in bear country
Something I wasn’t supposed to do,
Dangerous to hike there alone
Experienced hikers told me.
But too manly to worry about it,
Undaunted, I made the trek alone.

Halfway up a mountain, a cowardly
Bear jumped me from behind
And pinned me to the ground.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Bigfoot coming to my rescue.
As he was bigger than the
Bear, I knew the bear was toast.

To my surprise, Bigfoot spoke to
The growling, menacing bear.
In strange telepathic symbols
That appeared in my mind too.
Best I could tell Bigfoot said,
“Get the hell off him now.”

The bear quietly obeyed and
Sauntered on its wild way.
I got off the ground and tried
To thank Bigfoot, but he had
Vanished, probably into some
Unknown mysterious dimension.

Bob Boyd

Souls flying out of cars
Souls levitating through houses
Souls rising all over the world
Into the glorious heavens
Freed from worldly woes
Freed from disabilities
Freed from medical ills
Freed from the limitations
Of transitory earth life
United in love and glory
In the everlasting heaven
Christians call it The Rapture
They say it’s coming one day
But I don’t believe it’s true
But if it is prophetically true
I’m a believer in Christ
And I’ll be rising too
Hopefully not while sitting
In my bathroom on my toilet.

Bob Boyd

They cut off our heads when we sprout in the spring,
Their lawnmowers, like weapons of destruction to us.

Undeterred, unconquered, we resurrect again and again,
And lift our yellow, flowery faces in worship of the sun.

Bob Boyd

He lost sight of things
When he became famous
When he became wealthy
Got too good for old friends

Took up with a celeb crowd
Party people and drug uses
Left his average-looking wife
For a beautiful supermodel
Not as caring as his ex wife

Blew his money away on
Hot cars, houses and junk
Supermodel said goodbye
Broke, alone and contrite
Missed his ex wife’s love

Needed her caring support
Too late, too damn late
Like his money, she was
Blown out of his life too
Like the hot supermodel
She was gone forever

Bob Boyd