Poems by Bob Boyd

Supersized, buzzing swarm of dragonflies invaded a beach,
Overhead and on the beach between chairs and under umbrellas
In Rhode Island. Kids screaming, some swatted them, people leaving.
Was it some kind of dragonfly plague unleashed by the Almighty
As a warning to cease higher than acceptable levels of sin?
Or did Beezlebug decide to be Lord of Dragonflies instead of flies
In a grandstanding demonstration of his evil, earthly powers?
If not, what in hell brought all those dragonflies to that beach?
Maybe like the humans there, they just wanted to catch some rays.

Bob Boyd

Fish swimming in big and small aquariums
In streams, brooks, ponds, lakes, seas
And oceans and other places.
Many dying everyday all over the world
Just as many humans are.
Supposedly humans have an afterlife,
But no mention of one for fish.
Do fish just die into oblivion
With no Jesus, Buddha or Mohannad, etc
For them when their days are done?
Or did the Ruler of Time and Space
Create a post life place for them,
Such as an afterlife ocean of bliss
Where big fish and little fish live together
In heavenly harmony without the
Big fish eating the little fish to survive.

Bob Boyd

She came into his life
During his loneliest days
Love bombed him incessantly
Charmed him unceasingly
He became like her slave
Talked him into killing an ex
Said ex had abused her
And was an ongoing threat
Outraged he stabbed the
Ex thirty times to death
The police caught him
He left too many clues
He refused to implicate her
And did life in prison while
She never served a day
She said he was still her love
Until she found someone else
Rejected he went to pieces
Realized he had been duped
And hung himself in his cell

Bob Boyd

Decided to rampage men for
Crimes against everyday women
That the courts failed to punish
Took out Bill Dooley last night
Two bullets to his head for
The woman he raped repeatedly
Next came John Scrubbs
Shoved him in front of an
Oncoming subway in NY
For molesting a little girl
Quietly strangled a high ranking
Politician for raping young intern
Melted away after that to turn
Down the heat and to wait for
A few months to rampage again
In another city with three
Deserving targets lined up

Bob Boyd

I called a fake seer out in the spring of 2021.
She swore at me and said she put a curse on me
That would kill me by a blood cancer in 2022.
I laughed at her nonsense and her fake curse.
Surprisingly, her curse was half right in 2022.
I was in Cone Hospital with a blood cancer,
But unlike the fake seer who died from my curse,
In the fall of 2021, the cancer failed to kill me.
Maybe because with the seer dead, the curse
Had lost half its power, too weak to kill me.

Bob Boyd

Hindu holy men starving to death on the Ganges
In protests of massive pollutions of the sacred river
They fast to death for what they call goddess Ganga
And for the safety of those who drink the water
In what some now call the River of Death
Progress doesn’t care about what’s held sacred
Or all the holy men starving themselves to death

Bob Boyd

Aliens are among us some ufologists claim,
And they want the government to come clean
About the ever present out of space entities.
Some say the ufologists are conspiracy theorists.
But is the ever denying government any better?
And don’t believe what you hear on the MSM.
As for me, I give the nod to the ufologists.
Even if they’re wrong, they’re not being deceptive
Or trying to cram fake news down my throat.

Bob Boyd

COVID didn’t kill me
Cancer didn’t either
Death’s nice tries
Of course I’m not
Bulletproof to the
Inevitable in this
Time running out
Temporary life
I just got lucky
Twice

Death still his its
Eyes on me and
Knows I can’t
Get lucky forever
As my body loses
Its resistance to It
And the gears in
My mind might
Eventually start
Slipping and maybe

I’ll die a torturous
Protracted death
But when death
Closes my eyes
And I’m dead
I go to my real
Home and I win

Bob Boyd

The night falls
I wake up
The moon is full
I am morphing
The prey is hiding
I am hunting
The forest is quiet
I am howling

Bob Boyd

Brianna there never was or will be anyone like you.
None other could ever compare to magnificent you.
Even though the years stole you looks and your figure,
At eighty six you are still a royal princess among women.
And I don’t understand why heaven hasn’t taken you yet.
Perhaps in this chaotic world your angelic presence is still needed,
Like a brilliant light in the midst of all the never ending darkness.

Bob Boyd