Poems by Bob Boyd

Those who claim to have seen them
horrified

frightening translucent beings
10 feet tall

maybe those who vanish
and are never found

got a little too close to them
swallowed.

Bob Boyd

She was being interviewed about a book
she wrote while she was grieving.

Everybody felt so sad for her because
her husband had been murdered

by whom no one really knew, except
months later when the police arrested her.

She seemed too nice and respectable
to be capable of murdering anyone.

Her motive was the millions she’d inherit
if her husband were dead.

But still she seemed too nice and respectable,
yet she was guilty and now in prison for life.

Perhaps behind her nice and respectable
persona, lurked a well hidden psychopath.

Bob Boyd

An eagle that rules the skis
has no predators,

except if it gets too old, too sick,
or too injured to fly,

except if it’s a baby eagle
and gets nabbed by a hawk.

I’d like to have no predators
like an eagle.

instead of all the potential predators
I have as a human

in forests and in jungles,
in streets and in wars

and even in seas.

Bob Boyd

She was beautiful and seemed
incredibly nice as if she had a perfect life.

But, sadly, then she said she’d just spent
some time in a hospital for depression.

It seemed a sacrilege that she’d been afflicted
with depression so bad it put her in a hospital.

How i hated even the thought of her having
to suffer with depression that serious.

I hope she found treatments at the hospital
to make her condition easier to endure.

Bob Boyd

In a children’s hospital
has terminal cancer
not long left to live
miraculously she’s happy
the nurses and doctors
cannot understand it
wonder if she really
does not understand
that she is terminal
she knows she is dying
not worried about it
an angel returning to
her true home in heaven.

Bob Boyd

Born into a wealthy family
attended the best schools
his future shining bright
fell completely in love
with the wrong woman
she left him for another
shattered his young heart
never got over love lost
hung himself to death
at Harvard University
in his dorm room.

Bob Boyd

She was a famous actress once,
in the 1800s and 1900s,

considered one of the most
beautiful of her era.

Rich and famous men wanted
to be with her.

She received many awards for her
stellar acting skills.

Now hardly anybody knows
anything about her,

just old bones in the ground.

Bob Boyd

I used to occasionally write love poems
to no one in particular

no women i know
no women i knew
maybe a mystery woman
i would have liked to have known

maybe my heart was hungering
for that never found ideal love

whatever the reason
i stopped writing love poems
some time ago

maybe my T got too low.

Bob Boyd

After watching YouTube videos
of mountain goats
particularly the Alpine Ibex
i’m amazed at how they
can climb near vertical
mountain slopes
something few animals can do

i watch them and i fear they will fall
but they are too sure footed
and climb those slopes with ease

i’m blow away by how nature
has endowed them with that skill
and watching them scale those
mountain slopes is such a thrill

Bob Boyd

I only knew her for an evening
on a wasted weekend night
a quintessential flower child

she was high on something
i was drunk as hell

i made a date with her
for the next day
in a park not faraway

i was there that day
she was not

looking back decades later
i’ve got a feeling
it was better that way

and she may not even
be alive today.

Bob Boyd