Poems by Bob Boyd

Any animal that wears a mask
I honest to God cannot trust.
I caught three of those thieves
Commiting unarmed robbery
In two of my garbage cans.
I arrested them for the theft
And those raccoons surrendered
And held their hands in the air.
Coming to my saner senses
I didn’t press any charges,
And now I leave them
Plates of food every day,
And they no longer have to
Tip over my garbage cans.

Bob Boyd

This world is not my real home,
Thought it was when I was younger.
I felt like I’d live here young forever,
Rarely paid attention to the Reaper.
Only others died, mostly old people
But never me. I was young forever.
Now I see with the vision of years,
And know how temporary this life is,
And that my real home is in the
Permanent beyond, beyond this
Life of agonies and uncertainties,
And I’m getting closer to my
One way trip to my real home.

Bob Boyd

Learned today raindrops
aren’t shaped like drops,
Shaped like hamburger buns.
Just another example of
Things not being as they seem.
Makes me wonder how many
Other things are not the way
We have thought they were.
Makes me wonder if the
World holds more mysteries,
Things not as once thought.
Some claim aliens live
On our planet in oceans.
Hard to believe that’s true
But imagine if it was.

Bob Boyd

In her youth, her beauty unmatched
Graced many movies and TV shows
Gradually her beauty began to dim
A beauty I thought would last forever
Even if she lived to be a hundred
Alas I guess as is to be expected
In her so called golden years
Her beauty has lost all its glory
And it is irretrievably gone forever
My heart weeps a thousand tears

Bob Boyd

Ancient religions prominent in the past, diminished.
Time has nearly erased them all into oblivion.
Attempting to revive them, some are believing
In these once prominent religions again, practicing
Their rituals and in retelling their ancient stories.
Christianity’s influence is diminishing in Europe
And in America too, consider the war on Christmas.
Will Christianity be nearly erased into oblivion too?

Bob Boyd

She was driving
He was sleeping
Cities, towns
Mountains, meadows
Fields, farms
Streamed by
He opened his eyes
Saw God and knew
A semi had plowed
Into them and instantly
They were dead and
Had arrived at a
Better place than
Their earthbound
Idaho Destination
Angels sang and
They were in heaven

Bob Boyd

Heard an old song by the Carpenters
Called Yesterday Once More.
And it took me way back to a
Yesterday once more before all the
Division and the strife now in this life.
I remember cooler, smoother times
When news was more objective,
And nobody was crying fake news.
If I could invent a prototype time machine,
I’d be there having some happier times
Yesterday once more in those better days.

Bob Boyd

The man in the song is singing
He just don’t want to be lonely
Amazing how this seems to
Be a common denominator
In most of humankind as
Seemingly is the need to
Find true lasting love
Tragic how love often
Doesn’t last and many
Who just don’t want to
Be lonely are lonely at
The end of their lives
How I wish love could
Endure forever and
That no one would
Ever have to be lonely

Bob Boyd

Severe weather alert
Wind blasting rain
Into crazed sprays
Trees shaking madly
Raged pitter patter
Of raining striking
Houses and streets
Power going on and off
Nature in an upheaval
And the world is wet

Bob Boyd

Men’s designer shorts costing over
Seven hundred dollars
Essentially for the name on them
Maybe if you’re rich and
A status concerned sort
It’s all good and okay
But even were I rich
Never would I pay
An insanely exorbitant price
For a freakin’ pair of shorts

Bob Boyd