Poems by Bob Boyd

For ten years he was like
A wilted rose in a forlorn field
Devoid of a woman’s love
Dejected and unappreciated
His heart struggled on
His love locked away
Inside of him until
The wilted rose was
Watered with the love
Of a woman who saw
The wonders inside of him
And turned the key that
Unlocked his waiting love
And sunshine flourished
In that once forlorn field
And wilted rose reborn
Became the most
Beautiful rose the
World has ever seen

Bob Boyd

Fell in love with you last night
Last love, best love for me
None as wonderful as you
I don’t care if in this brief life
If we never meet face to face
If we never consummate
In this temporary existence
My love for you is beyond
The lesser physical needs
That aren’t about real love
My love for you is beyond
This world and everything
And I believe our unique love
Will live on now and forever
I love you eternally Avery

Bob Boyd

He saw his country turn into a banana republic,
Downgraded to an increasingly corrupt third world.
Democracy falling apart. Everything rigged.
Free speech free if you had the right free speech.
Right became wrong. Wrong became Right.
Porn in children’s school libraries glaringly.
Concerned parents at school board meetings
Likened to terrorists by Big Brother’s flunkies.
Real terrorists and enemies walking across
Non-existent, unguarded borders freely.
Welcome to another falling Rome and feel
Free to bomb the hell out of the plebeians
As long as you don’t harm the sellout elites.

Bob Boyd

When a star fell from the sky
And learned it wasn’t a star
And it was never going on a
Tour of planet earth because
Earth lacked the gravitational
Juice to suck it into its orbit
Depressed and down and
Tired of its lonely nights
The sad star impostor
Cried before all its lights
Flickered out and suicidal
Ended everything by leaping
Into a swirling Black Hole

Bob Boyd

Traveled the world
Had lots of money
Beauty to match
Met many men
None satisfactory
None matched up
To her great father
Joined a nunnery
Found the right
Man in God

Bob Boyd

He thought he found true love
In his robot girlfriend
He programmed her to be
Everything he wanted in
His ideal loving woman
At first all was wonderful
He found the perfect love
Until his robot girlfriend
Left him and said life with
Him was too boring
And mechanical

Bob Boyd

Jenny was the sweetest thing at work,
Everybody loved her kind and nice ways.
She was soft spoken and always sweet,
And I, lucky guy, began going out with her.
But when I was with her and she had my
Heart, a different Jenny came out of her
And was hot tempered and often crazy.
Unable to deal with the new Jenny,
I broke up with her and moved away.
After which she tracked me down and
Stole my dog Rex, set my house on
Fire, and smashed all the windows in
My brand new car. And I still can’t get
Over how different the other version
Of the real Jenny was.

Bob Boyd

The Christian said you had to go through
Christ to get to heaven, and He was the

Only way. The Hare Krishna said you had
To go through Krishna to get to Krishnaloka

And He was the only way. Nondualists said
You had to get to the Oneness and that was

The true way. With these different beliefs
And many more, maybe none are right, or

Maybe all are right dependent on the path
The seeker followers, and perhaps there is

No only way and many ways to many
Different final destinations for each seeker.

Or maybe all are wrong and at the end of
Life a different version awaits everyone.

If I could pick and choose my only way
It would be eternal love with a soulmate

In something akin to a blissful paradise
With everyone like angels and no rules

Or deities one had to be subservient to,
And sweets would be great for you.

And if you join my cult and send me
Truckloads of money, I’ll get you there.

Bob Boyd

She graces the chat box
Lights it up as bright
As the brightness of
A thousand suns
She’s multi-locational
Has harems of men
She chats with daily
Tells them all she loves
Them because she has
So much love to give

Bob Boyd

Saw Yama in a dream last night.
Believe me you want nothing to do with him.
Demons look like kitty cats compared to Yama
And horrors those fangs scarier than Dracula’s
He was standing on a garland of burning flames
He had a glowing danda in his right hand
I wondered if he planned on beating me
For some infractions I’d long forgotten about
Some uncooked seeds in my crores of karma
I saw the rope noose dangling in his left hand
I feared that the most for I knew he used it
To seize souls who were going to die and
I imagined he’d drag me to some Hindu hell
To my surprise, he frowned and apologized
He said sorry I forgot you’re no longer a Hindu
I got your present and past lives mixed up
I thanked the Christian God thinking maybe
He interceded and set that terrifying deity straight

Bob Boyd