Poems by Bob Boyd

Lonely days and nights without you
Seems it wasn’t long ago when we were forever
Seems our love was a never ending romance
Yet fate had different ideas, destroyed our love
When the waves snatched you off that seaside cliff
And buried you somewhere under the deep sea
Now you’re gone and I cry seas of tears every day
And I’m so lost without wonderful sweet you

Bob Boyd

Chronically ill Harry took so many pills he felt like a walking pharmacy,
Pills for this, pills for that, pills for diseases he couldn’t pronounce.
He even had a big tray to assort all his pills and the times he took them.
One dark winter’s day when Harry had a new chronic body ache
The doctor prescribed Harry another pill and Harry’s spirit sank at
Having to take yet another pill, and he said it was one pill too many.
Feeling like he was only a dead man walking kept alive by 20 pills,
He dumped all his pills in the trash and felt a joyous sense of relief.
Pill free and liberated from all that medicine, he died the next day
With a smile on his face no longer suffering and artificially alive.

Bob Boyd

Her girlfriends called her Anna Bobanna;
It made her and everyone laugh,
She was a natural born comedienne
And quite a bit more than that.
She saw her comedy as a form of Service.
Every night on stage she gladdened many hearts
With laughter and lots of happiness that eased their woes,
And made them see that laughter truly healed hearts.
Anna Bobanna may not have been a Catholic Saint,
But she could have been with all the hearts she healed.

Bob Boyd

Harry collected the garbage on our street
Always cheerful and kind, he stood out
Summer, spring, fall and winter
Harry always showed up with a smile
Everybody said he had a certain something
It was kind of like an unexplainable glow
That emanated out of his face and his smile
He never went to church but believed in God
And talking to him was like talking to a monk
He had what could be called an inner piety
When he died of a massive heart attack
Hundreds attended his solemn funeral
And before the casket was lowered
Into the freshly dug large burial hole
Luminous white light poured out of it
And sort of like the holy spirit tongues
In the Biblical holy Day of Pentecost
The light entered into every one there
Filling them with inexpressible peace and joy
A supernatural holy goodbye from Harry

Bob Boyd

Never saw anyone who could kick a football like you
Or kick footballs in off limits areas everywhere
Over giant trees, buildings, and stately mansions too
Saw you kick that football over a police station once
Startled police thought it was some kind of bomb
You got apprehended immediately after the kick
And the boys in blue kicked the crap out of you

Bob Boyd

Saw you in a dream last night,
Red dress, blonde hair, beautiful,
Slender, aesthetic, perfectly poised,
Melodious, sultry, sweet voice.
Woke up, realized you were
None of that, but despite your
Imperfections and none of
Those inflated dream ideals,
You were beautiful to me and
Better than any fake dream.
And besides I’m far from
Perfect too and so in love
With beautiful to me you.

Bob Boyd

Fish like features
Lateral line
Gills
Swimming tails
Functional lungs
Diet changing
Drastically
Limbless
Larva stage
One day
I’ll be
Living my
Best life
As a full
Grown
Croaking frog

Bob Boyd

Children so innocent
Seeming beyond sin
Close to angelic
Like little angels
Hard to understand
How some grow up
And become so evil

Bob Boyd

Soldiers marching in a parade
Boots stomping on the ground
A proud patriotic sight
A necessary deterrent
To enemy attacks
Or if goose stepping
In Nazi Germany
A part of the heinous
Final Solution

Bob Boyd

She was like a will-o’-wisp
As mysteries and ethereal
And maybe elemental
She passed by me
And said hello one day
In the hall of my workplace
I asked others about her
They said her name was
Linnea and that she had
Died over a week ago

Bob Boyd