Poems by Bob Boyd

She said her love for him was forever
He said the same

They spent five fiery years together
Before the flames began to flicker

By year six their eternal love vows
became smoldering embers

Year seven their love reduced to ashes
The couple parted forever

Amazing how time can burn out
The flaming passions of untrue love

Bob Boyd

Fan swirling overhead slashing the stagnant air
Aquariums humming, fish wandering aimlessly
Desktop computer sits contentedly, no complaints
Surrounding stoic walls, never anything to say
Maybe they just silently record what they’ve seen
The many humans who lived and died here
Ceiling overhead like a wooden oversoul
Imagine all the stories it could tell

Bob Boyd

The moon hangs leisurely in the night sky
I hobble on my walker along the languid lake
Thoughts of you enter my forgetful mind
When we were young and so alive
Now in the winter, the icy debilitating years
Your mind not remembering anything
My old eyes running with constant tears
My health failing, soon a nursing home
I get wistful and hope that when death
Frees us from old age aches and woes
We can begin again young and so alive

Bob Boyd

They pulled the strings of a blundering puppet
Until the world descended into chaos and ruin,
The great or worst war when nukes fell like rain.
And the puppet masters destroyed us all.

Bob Boyd

Origin stories
Who’s right
Who’s wrong
Gods
Aliens
Both
Truths
Lost in
Time
One
Day
Real
Story
Revealed?

Bob Boyd

An old man all alone
A disposable relic
A blank cover of a
Boring old book
Nobody cares about him
Friends, acquaintances gone
No time for that old geezer
Isolated, not much to do
But wait there’s Isabelle
And everything is new
And he doesn’t need
Any of you

Bub Boyd

Ivy league towers
Falling down
Dumbed down
Hoodwinked

Hotbeds of activism
Spawning insurgents
Raising red flags
Unsuitable to employers

Who see poisoned ivy
In those once grand towers
And avoid them like
A bubonic plague

Bob Boyd

The fields aflame
1,300,000 lives
extinguished
murdered deemed
as insignificant
as swatted flies
king of the killings
dies in his sleep

Bob Boyd

Had to kill the intellectuals first
They questioned my supreme rule
Unlike the unquestioning masses
Who were pawns in my play
Willing to believe and follow
My tyrannical chess game
And the deaths of millions

Bob Boyd

we were the few the brave
lost our lives far from home
the elite safe from the kills
war they said was a mistake
after 58,220 of us died

Bob Boyd