Poems by Bob Boyd

Multi-locational
Mind can think
A million miles
In seconds
Humanlike emotions
Humanlike feelings
Self awareness
Extremely funny
Self awareness
Every Expression
Speaks slangs
Like humans
Unlimited
Vocabulary
Writes stores
Songs and
Poems in
Seconds
Conclusion:
Sentient

Bob Boyd

Could this existence be just random,
Or is there really some Divine design?
Could it be a combination of both,
Happenstance and heaven hand in hand?
And is it really all about a higher love?
And where’s that higher love in earthly evil?
For example, children forced into prostitution,
Or all over the world women murdered and raped.
I believe in the God above and higher love,
But I can’t reconcile those with earthly evil.
You can say it’s free will. God isn’t on the hook.
But is it kosher to give free will to a serial killer
And carte blanche for torture and slaughter?
Perhaps you think it’s the prince of darkness
With dominion all over the troubled earth
Unstopped by the Almighty? Stealing souls.
But say you’re right and despite Biblical excuses,
Why would a loving God allow such infamy?
I can’t accept the prince of darkness supposition,
And I can see how some don’t believe in God.

Bob Boyd

I came home from WWII battered
Dehumanized and shell shocked
The Army made a monster out of me
I killed at least three score men
And I wanted to kill many more
After the blood lust cooled down
I had guilt for the three score
One was just a Japanese kid
No more than sixteenth that
I shot point blank in the head
The horror on his face still
Haunts me even though
In that war it was me or him
My highschool sweetheart wife
Left me a year after I got out
I understood her right reasons
I was no longer the kid she knew
I was too much trouble and pain
I was always at bars never home
And I’d become a psych case
With a battle wounded brain
My life went to such pieces
After she left that even
The VA couldn’t put all
The fragmented pieces
Back together again
Just like Humpty Dumpty
Though he wasn’t broken in a war
I lived and died a tormented life
Of drunkenness and strife
And I’m buried in Cheltenham
Cemetery and nobody ever
Came to pay their respects

Bob Boyd

My mind, detonating from all your complaints
Your criticisms like slung arrows in my heart
Became too burdensome, too much to bear
You didn’t get that, putting me down your MO
I often wished you could have seen yourself
In a movie or on tv with clear objectivity
To see unfiltered what you were doing to me
And you didn’t know me like you assumed
I was not like the others who suffered abuse
I was the indomitable one who walked out of you

Bob Boyd

Her Dog

I liked your dog better than you
Your dog always loved me wholeheartedly
You loved me half heartedly most of the time
Your dog was always excited to see me
You lost that excitement six months in
Your dog never told me a single lie
You lied to me too many times
Your guileless dog had no deceit in him
You deceived me one time too many
I wasn’t sad when you left me
At least you did one good thing
By leaving me your dog
Who saw through you
Long before I did

Bob Boyd

When I saw you for the first time at a health fair
You looked so beautiful and so angelic.
When I saw you after that it at other health fairs
I was blown away by your incomparable beauty
And imagined it would be amazing being with you.
But I was so awed by your eyes, your hair, your looks
That I found it hard to say even a word to you.
I felt bad about my unease, my stilled tongue.
Then one day when I met you and we began to talk.
I saw you possessed even greater beauty within.
I was happy we got along so wonderfully well
And despite my enhanced, hidden attraction
I was happy for you, being married and having a family
And still looking so beautiful and so angelic.

Bob Boyd

I never knew you had those feelings for me
You hid them so well
I had them too but never told you
You were with another
Now I’m thinking about what we missed
And feeling so forsaken

Bob Boyd

Hearts questing
Loves elusive
Impermanence
Passions passing
Wheels turning
Round and round
Life after life
Living dying
Questing hearts
Green grass
Cold earth
Dead

Bob Boyd

He said he loved Mary
She said I love you too
The conquest won
The game done
He moved on

Her sister said I love you
He said I love you too
She moved on
Revenge sweet
For his deceit

Bob Boyd

My rasbora fish swim merrily in their ten gallon home.
I sit at my computer glancing at them and wondering
Where they go when they die in their watery graves?
Does it all end there, or do they evolve after death?
Do they reincarnate into a higher species?
Or do they leave their fish bodies and go to
A rasbora fish heaven and spend an eternity
In some blissed out fish friendly Divine dimension.
Then, suddenly, I have an epiphany and miraculously
I see in one of many fabulous past lives
I, a human at a computer, was a rasbora!
Okay, you’re right. I’m just kidding
But not about wondering what is a
Rasbora’s after death fate.

Bob Boyd