Poems by Bob Boyd

to want to know
really know
firsthand

about the mysteries
the wonders
of the
Great Beyond

thus I welcome
Death

the usher
who will lead me
into the theater
of the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

A tender teenager who felt deprived of love
by his parents,

he yearned to find that love in a romantic
relationship.

At sixteen, he found that love in a beautiful
girl his age.

But as often happens with teenage love,
she left him for another.

The breakup was too much for his wounded
heart to bear.

He hung himself to death in his bedroom closet,
his need for love, his agony, no more.

Bob Boyd

His father made him a seaworthy toy boat.
He sailed it in the brook behind their house.
One day the toy boat got away from him.
It sailed through the brook to a river,
from the river to the sea, then to an ocean
and into the hands of a little boy in China.

Bob Boyd

She had an off-putting, weird personality;
she didn’t fit in with others.

She was that way all her life, never able
to get along with others,

always thought to be disagreeable and
unbearably weird.

It wasn’t her fault; it was the burden
she was born with.

Bob Boyd

Seeing an elderly couple falling in love
just isn’t the same as young people falling in love.

You don’t see many movies about old love,
like you do with young love.

But, I believe falling in love has the same highs for the elderly as for the young.

However, the sad part is, the effects of aging
can creep in, illnesses, death at any moment.

Possibly a dementia obliterating one of the
elderly lover’s minds ending their love.

To me, the worst is with death closing in when one suddenly dies, the horror, the heartache.

However, for the brave, the romantics, maybe elderly love is worth it despite the risks.

Bob Boyd

Jane, although educated, chose to be
a homemaker wife.

Some women derided her, a sellout
instead of a girl boss,

settling for being a Stepford wife,
subservient to a man.

I say, the girl bosses are no better
than homemaker Jane.

I say, her job is possibly even
more important,

raising her kids as well as she can
a stay at home mother

always there for her children,
never a conflict with a demanding career

Besides whether a woman choses a
career or being a homemaker

both are equal opportunities to live
fulfilling lives.

The problem is the economics, some
families need two incomes

to survive in this hustle bustle world,
to afford even bare necesities.

Bob Boyd

Up early every day foraging the ground
to make a living, his currency, his pay,
worms, insects, grubs and snails,
fruit in shrubs and trees.

Never a complaint, never a gripe,
always on time for work everyday.
Can’t afford to take any time off,
never a vacation.

A robin’s work is never done.

Bob Boyd

Since I began writing poetry
about two years ago
I hear words with the ears of a poet
words I didn’t really hear before

for example

when I read the word dromadaire today
I like the way it sounded
so I decided to write a poem with that word in it

inside the body of a dromadaire
a rare nanobody dwells
according to a recent study
that rare nanobody
might treat brain disorders
Alzheimer’s and others
who would have thought
a dromadaire roaming the desert sands
could have such a priceless treasure within him.

Bob Boyd

She got involved with him despite his rough ways;
she saw something fixable in him.
Though seemingly born a bad boy, she saw a spark of
goodness in him.
I can work with that, she said to herself. I can make him the
man he should be.
But woe upon woes, instead of her fixing him, he broke her.

Bob Boyd

I remember how she was the center of my universe
and my entire life revolved solely around her.
Now decades later, she’s barely a blur,
only a rarely remembered memory.
The years and the decades uprighted my senses
instead of keeping me unbalanced and
languishing over a lost love.

Bob Boyd