Poems by Bob Boyd

Christians floating to heaven
Out of cars off of streets.
Nonbelievers screwed;
No hope for them.
We got ours, too bad for you.
Sinners all, no time or hope for you.
Serves you right for not following us.
See ya wouldn’t want to be ya.

Bob Boyd

He adopted a dog called Peanut Head
despite disliking the unflattering name.

He tried to change his name to Rex,
but Peanut Head wasn’t having it.

He only answered to Peanut Head.
Then he tried to bribe him to respond

to a new more regal name, Prince
by calling him Prince with treats.

But Peanut Head, way too smart,
disdained the name and the treats.

So Peanut Head kept his name.
And despite the silly name, was
the best dog he ever had.

Bob Boyd

She fooled him and controlled him
Cut him off from friends and family,
Like a controlling man with a woman.
Too love stricken, he didn’t protest,
And with her encouragement,
He defamed and lied about his kin,
When she sucked his life out of him,
She left him for a wealthier man.
And left him friendless and familyless,
And used up, a manipulated, lovesick fool.

Bob Boyd

Patrick decided to become a seeker
He wanted to know the truth
Whatever that was
He found the way in a cult
Gave all his money to it
Instead of finding the truth
Became mindless and soulless

Bob Boyd

She said she didn’t need me anymore
I hoped she meant it this time
Tired of the endless break ups and make ups
Too weak to just let go of her
A day later she needed me again per usual
Thought about finding another woman
But didn’t have the heart to hurt her
So I hurt myself by staying with her

Bob Boyd

Trees sweated under the sweltering sun
Sidewalks steamed in the hot summer heat
Pedestrians started dying from heat stroke
As the sun moved unusually close to the earth

Bob Boyd

Soaring temperatures
Heat waves
High humidity
Low blood flow
Decreased blood pressure
Depleted fluids
Heat strokes
Organ failure
Heart attacks
Kidney failure
Summertime
Sometimes
Like a serial killer

Bob Boyd

I hated spinach; she loved it.
She wanted to eat it every night.
I never wanted to see it on the table.
She was unwilling to compromise,
And I was just as stubborn.
What began as a difference in taste
Ended in arguments every night.
Eventually she said she was leaving,
And I told her to make sure she took
Her awful tasting spinach with her.
Now I hate spinach more than ever.

Bob Boyd

Like an old song, he got lost in love
But couldn’t find how way out when
He discovered he was lost with the
Wrong woman who happened to be
An ax murderer like an old movie
Fortunately he had good GPS and
Got some direction and was able
To find his way out of the wrong
Turn he had taken and fell in love
With another woman who was
Really a life size Barbie Doll
But at least she wasn’t out to
Ax him to death if you ask me

Bob Boyd

Murderers, rapists and pedophiles, why do we have to have them in this world?
Why do all their innocent victims have to be subjected to such twisted horrors?
If God is love, where is the love in that?
And why is it even permitted in this world?
I can in no way fathom the purpose in that for anything Divine
Or any purpose for such infamy existing that harms so many innocents.
If I believed in a Satan that lures people into such heinous acts,
Then I could see the cause and effect and maybe understand it.
But even then, why would some have to be turned into monsters?
And why are some people born into this life as psychopaths?
You could say it is all about free will; people have a choice.
But what choice does a being have who is born a psychopath?

Bob Boyd