Poems by Bob Boyd

She’s lived for 80 years.
Health problems now.
Nothing debilitating, nothing
compromising her living,
but she’s all alone without
a friend in this passing world.
She sees the end of her life is
rapidly approaching.
And she is yearning for it.
She steadfastly believes
the loneliness will vanish,
and she’ll find lasting happiness
and fulfillment with her God
in a forever world of eternal bliss.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes he misses the innocence of childhood

the less complicated times

when he made fewer mistakes

when his life was purer

before his teenage years

when life started getting more complicated

and he began shedded his childhood purity

and losing his childhood innocence

now he reflects on his mistakes

and wishes he could start from

the innocence of childhood again.

Bob Boyd

When I was a kid in high school, a classmate
told me I looked like a wolf.

He thought he was insulting me,
but I took it as an unintended compliment.

If reincarnation exists, I might have been
one in a former life

because I really like wolves, especially
white Arctic wolves.

If I’d been a wolf in a former life,
I probably would have been one of them.

Nobody else ever told me I looked like
a wolf,

so I guess that classmate was mistaken,
and I probably wasn’t a wolf in a former life.

And at least that classmate didn’t tell me
I looked like something worse,

like a gargoyle or Frankenstein.

Bob Boyd

If she leaves you because you’re too nice,
take heart; she’s doing you a favor.

You really don’t want to be with a woman
like that.

And if nice guys really finished last,
how come they all eventually get married?

Some nice guys, who may not really be
nice guys,

say screw it, I’m going to start treating
women like shit.

Why compromise yourself, and succumb
to such loathsome behavior?

Just keep trying, and you will find a woman
who will value you for the nice guy you are.

Bob Boyd

She met him in college,
it felt right,

many things in common,
a real nice guy.

They dated for a few months,
got married.

For a two years,
everything was wonderful

until she learned his
late work hours

were not the kind of work
she expected

when the police cuffed him
and took him away

after he had killed his
thirteenth victim.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I miss the company of a woman,
her love, her touch, her tenderness.

Doing enjoyable things with her, pleasing her
with words and actions.

The sound of her voice, her eyes looking at me
lovingly, her comforting hugs.

Maybe not having been with one in ten years
at times make me a bit batty, lol.

And I forget how when it’s bad, it’s hellish,
her harsh words, complaints, indifference.

The disappointments, the agonies, the
approaching heartbreak.

Blessed are those men and women
for whom relationships remain heavenly.

Bob Boyd

Crime cases where ministers have murdered their wives.
Priests who sexually abused children.
A Christian wife,raised in a prominent Christian family, marred a good Christian man and found a Christian boyfriend she convinced to murder her good Christian husband.
For these people, religion didn’t seem to work.

Consider all the blood shed in the name
of religion.
Consider innocent women tortured and burned
at the stake as supposed witches by
religious men, acting more like demons.

One could come up with various excuses for
these evil believers: free will, psychopaths,
possessed by demons, a devil, etc.

But I find it puzzling that despite beginning
as believers some become so diabolically evil.
And I wonder why a loving God doesn’t step in
and save them from themselves and spare
others from being harmed or murdered by them.

Bob Boyd

Not a shot was fired. Not a bomb fell.
Instead we were bombarded with rock music
and some of the best rock bands on the planet.
I’ll never forget the great British Invasion
that began in the mid sixties.
I’ll never forget how much fun and joy
those incredibly talented Brits brought to our shores.
If all only all invasions could bring joy and entertainment,
instead of bombs, bullets, deaths and misery.

Bob Boyd

He’s been visiting her gravesite
for nearly ten years.

He often talks to her, as if
she were able to hear him

through her tombstone or from
under the ground.

Much to his sorrow, he never
gets even a hint

that from beyond her grave
she hears him.

Nor has he ever seen her in
any of his desolate dreams.

He worries that maybe
she’s just dead in that ground

instead of in some afterlife
waiting for him when he dies.

Tears still fall often from his
forlorn eyes.

Bob Boyd

He calmly watched her walk out of his life,
no begging, no attempts to change her mind.

She was disappointed; she expected some
resistance to her leaving.

Though she had been with him for seven years,
she didn’t know him well enough

to know it was easy for him to let go when
a woman decided to leave him

or when he decided to leave her, and unknown
to her, in his mind he had left her long ago.

Bob Boyd