Poems by Bob Boyd

Everyday in America
dozens of people are murdered
what the hell kind of a world
are we living in?
and hell is the operative word
for all these murdered people
who go out of the world that way
and if there’s a God of love
where’s the love in all these killings
but as I think about it, killing
happens all throughout creation
insects, fish, animals all killing
even weeds and plants kill
all under a God of love above
unless there’s just a God
that’s impersonal and everything
that happens on earth is random
or maybe there’s no God at all.

Bob Boyd

The daughter of the mayor
in her small town
married to the chief of police
a substitute teacher
hot as hell
gets involved with a student
a 15-year-old kid
now she’s gone to jail
for a six year sentence
but she’s only one of many
of the female teachers
sexually abusing students
what the hell has happened
to female teachers nowadays?

Bob Boyd

Yet another true crime show
where a woman gets murdered
this time an innocent teacher
murdered by a guy she met in a bar
the number of young women
who get murdered in these crime
shows is nearly numberless
woe to all these women taken
brutally out of this world
curses on all the male monsters
who murderously take their lives.

Bob Boyd

They had an open marriage
the fun and games were going well
spicing up the marriage with plenty
of new and exciting partners
everything was terrific and wonderful
loving their alternative lifestyle
until they had a ferocious argument
about the ground rules
then the husband lost his temper
and his wife shot him to death.

Bob Boyd

He felt he loved her more than any other
man ever could when he was a budding man
in his teenage years.

She left him for another, broke his heart
in jaggard pieces that never repaired
until he met her forty years later,

her beauty diminished, his vision
unclouded, seeing clearly the woman
she always was,

he realized he never lost the love of his
life she never had been, except in his
unseasoned, wide-eyed teenage years.

Bob Boyd

I imagine a woman’s beauty
is a two-edged sword
a blessing and a curse
on the one hand it
can grant her advantages
on the other hand it
could make her self obsessed.

Bob Boyd

I can see how some cultures
thought the sun was God,
the way it shines so radiantly
in the sky,

the way when it’s blazing
it could seem omnipotent
and the Creator of all things.

And I believe the Creator
of all things honored that.

Bob Boyd

He was a bad man
robbed convenience stores
beat up people for money
even killed one

on sobering morning
when he was arrested
for grand theft
and thought he might
be going to prison
for a long stretch
and to hell eternally
for all his multitude of sins

he got on his knees
and accepted Jesus
as his personal savior

he was presumed innocent
by a rigged jury
but he thought it was
because he was saved

Six months later
he squandered his
Got Out of Hell Free Card
and returned to his old ways
and the afterlife isn’t
looking too good for him:
that is if you believe in Hell.

Bob Boyd

As I listen to the lyrics, I’m reminded of relationships like that,
making you crazy and in your face, as well as your business.

However, the song is so good that it almost doesn’t matter
if you’ve had a relationship or relationships like that.

And, I ain’t lying, those lyrics remind me of the things people
do and put up with for love.

Bob Boyd

Nobody could believe it
at first they thought
it was a deep fake
when aliens were
trotted out at the
White House
like distinguished
guests

the world watched
in wonder
and as if the world
had been turned
upside down

minds were blown
millions freaked out
when the seemingly
benign gray aliens
morphed into a
praying mantis like
insectoid ones.

Bob Boyd