Poems by Bob Boyd

Brian was a perfect husband.
Everyone said he was a good catch .
He and Cindy were a perfect pair,
But no one knew the real story.
Brian was controlling and
Physically abusive to Cindy.
When she finally left him,
Brian sent naked photos of her
To her friends, family and employer.
A week later Brian died mysteriously
With a shocked look on his gaping face.
The coroner declared it natural causes.
But Cindy’s witch friend Brianna
Is alleged to have cursed Brian
With a powerful black magic spell.

Bob Boyd

Regular straight arrow,
All around good guy,
Always a smile,
Always a handshake.
Loved by everyone.
Good time Charley
They all called him.
But Charley had
A deep secret.
He Carried a lot of
Guilt inside himself
From a long ago
Incident that nobody
Knew anything about.
He’d been sexually
Abused as a child by
His father a drunk
Who he stabbed to
Death at age eight.
And that horrible
Memory haunted
Him everyday and
Every night, and
He often thought
About killing himself.

Bob Boyd

The longer you live the more people
You see passing through this transient life
But at least it’s always other people and not you
Even when someone close to you passes through
It’s like a close call but it’s still not lucky you
Until you grow older and after a scare or two
You can no longer think it only happens to other people
And the dramatic, sobering realization dawns that
You are going to be one of those other people too

Bob Boyd

Checking out at Sav-A-Lot
Saw a cylinder pendant
Around the casher’s neck
Asked about it out of curiosity
She said it held the ashes
Of her dead daughter
Said I was sorry that
Her daughter had died
She said it’s okay
She is in heaven

Bob Boyd

No
Education
No
Employment
No
Future
No
Money
No
Looks
No
Friends

Antisocial
Lost girls
Sad and
Shameful
Social
Problem
In
Indifferent
China

Bob Boyd

Mind firing on five cylinders
Gone are the six cylinders days
Heart firing on three cylinders
Holding its own despite failure
To maintain optimal function
But he has an aged induced
Zen attitude about declines
Sees death as an ultimate
Awakening into a better life

Bob Boyd

I listen to birds outside my bathroom window,
A symphony of songs, such auditory delights.
Out of nowhere the cicadas chime in harmoniously,
Sweet summer, natural music played in the trees.
I’m enjoying it as much as any human made songs,
With all the technology and fine tuned instruments.
Today no match for nature’s incredible performance.

Bob Boyd

It’s not my fault my parents named me Karen,
But when I tell people my name they giggle
And wonder if I’ll make some crazy scene.
It’s like I’m branded with the insaneness
Of all those unhinged women they see
On YouTube and in mocking news reports.
To the person who started that Karen crap,
Kiss my butt for that unfair stigma on me.

Bob Boyd

Flotsam on the sea of life,
No matter how important
People think they are.
Eventually in the end
Memories of their lives
No more significant than
Driftwood forgotten and
forever gone, swallowed
In the high seas of history.

Bob Boyd

Mean people all over the Internet.
Some writing vile racist remarks.
Some telling others to kill themselves.
At least the Internet smoked them out
As heartless jerks with no humanity.
It would be a fitting and just afterlife for them
If they were eternally harassed with their
Own meanness by demons meaner than them;
That is, If demons could be meaner than them.

Bob Boyd