Poems by Bob Boyd

Great Britain used to be great.
Now it puts its citizens in prison
for tweets, suppressing free speech.
Now it treats illegal aliens
better than homeless veterans,
fancy hotels, free food, cell phones
free medical care, allowances, etc.
The government keeps flooding
Britain with unvetted illegals.
Sex crimes are rising, the public
is outraged, their government uncaring.
Great Britain is no longer great,
but its citizens and patriots still are
and they are rising up.

Bob Boyd

I see some sparrows pecking on the ground
beneath a sturdy oak tree.

Not unlike humans, they are working
for food.

And like fewer humans than most,
they are self employed.

At least they don’t have to worry
about going out of business

or losing their jobs and becoming
too poor to afford food.

Bob Boyd

The war drums are beating.
The soldiers are marching
the cadence of their boots
sounding on the ground.
The rulers are making speeches
to motivate the soldiers to fight,
the soldiers to die,
the wives and mothers to cry.

Bob Boyd

As he grew old
his life became
like a rushing river
days sped by faster
months and years
flew by seemingly
in the blink of an eye
and just like rivers
racing to oceans
his days were
racing toward
the ocean of
eternal bliss
consciousness.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful Bridgette
had six ex-husbands
wasn’t her fault
she was just unlucky
in her gambles with love
three were rogues
that cheated on her
the rest were free loaders
more interested in her money
than her love
beautiful Bridgette
love forsaken
more so when she got
old and her beauty
abandoned her
with never another
chance for lasting love.

Bob Boyd

Thousands died
a revolution to
break the chains
of totalitarian
oppression
the battle done
thousand more
dead on each
side, the
hardwon cost
of freedom.

Bob Boyd

I have reached a point in my life where
I don’t care if despite all the claims about
an afterlife, dead is dead and nothing more

I equate it to something like spiritual maturity,
but maybe it’s becase I’ve lived a long life
and that’s enough for me.

Whatever the reason, now I don’t care about
death ending me, and my afterlife being only
a corpse or ashes in the ground.

Bob Boyd

Some people believe in fairies,
and some claim they have seen them.

I’m not a believer in fairies
but maybe in a way they are real.

Perhaps, as is thought about cryptids,
fairies are interdimensional.

Bob Boyd

Billions of people have lived and died
on this earth since it began.

My question is where have they all gone?

Are they packed like sardines in some
crowded heaven

or worse in an overpopulsted burning hell?

Is the afterlife infinitely spacious enough
that it can contain unlimited numbers of people

or, for convenience sake, do we just die
dead in the ground and become part of the earth?

Bob Boyd

She was so elegant
a real genteel lady
impeccably mannered
poised and refined
dainty and elegant
but oh my Almighty God
at the slightest affront
she shed the elegance
and she sure could curse.

Bob Boyd