Poems by Bob Boyd

Woman-less now for years, sometimes I remember
women I was romantically involved with in my life

and damn! for better or for worse, they
sure made my life more interesting

through, laughter, joys, heartaches and tears
they brought fascinating times to my years

and despite the disappointments, the heartaches,
the risks and uncertainties

sometimes, though rarely, I think I’d like to experience
some of those times again

as I remember how wonderful it was to feel a woman’s
tender touch, to see her eyes looking lovingly at me.

Bob Boyd

In 1999, forestry workers claimed to have seen
a UFO hovering over a herd of elk

supposedly one elk got separated from the herd
with the UFO silently, purposely, following it

moments later, the elk got sucked up into the UFO
without any signs of sliding doors or apertures

skeptics believe the forestry workers made the story up
maybe to spoof people who would believe them

I am one of those people who believe them
based on what I read about the sighting

based on all I’ve learned about aliens and many
UFO sightings all over the world.

Bob Boyd

My YouTube page is full of videos of dead women
young women murdered by evil, soulless men
my heart breaks for all these young women
who were often happy in their photos enjoying life
before they were brutally robbed of their precious lives
because all these women being murdered
outrages and saddens me so much
I’ll probably write a hundred more poems about it
I’ll never stop wondering why we have to have
rampant, unrestrained evil in this passing existence
and why young women in nearly incalculable numbers
have to have their lives ended by bloodthirsty monsters
instead of lives free from the horrors inflicted upon them
and I also often wonder hundreds of times or more
where’s the God of love in all of this?

Bob Boyd

His girlfriend was obsessed with ghosts
always watching ghost hunter shows
always reading about ghosts
he felt her obsession was a bit much
in the category of the macabre
especially when as he predicted
ghosts began appearing in their home
her obsession had drawn them in
she was quite elated; he was not
she stayed in the house, happy
he moved out, frightened
unable to be with her and her ghosts
though young, she died months later
he believed killed by the ghosts.

Bob Boyd

Long red orange beak
like a scimitar sword
built for picking
insects out of trees
metallic-green black bird
with small white streaks
red orange feet as well
as large as 17 inches
loud cackling chatter
sounds a bit alarming
saw one for the
first time today
South African bird cam
many unique birds there.

Bob Boyd

I saw a fox last night on a wildlife cam
eating food left for wildlife animals
since I hadn’t seen a fox in a long time
I saw the fox with new eyes
he looked little and cute to me
despite his less than stellar reputation
like the “fox in the chicken coop” cliche
and I wish I lived somewhere where
I could leave food for a fox and maybe
gradually reduce its natural fear of me
and tame it enough to pet it.

Bob Boyd

It’s not by chance
that you came here
it was your destiny
so some websites read

I never believed that nonsense
I saw it as a ploy
maybe to induce one
to join a soul snatching cult
or to buy whatever was being
sold on that assuming website

I haven’t see any websites
like that in years
I saw them in the past
some cons people don’t forget
more so if you they got swindled by one.

Bob Boyd

I see at least 30 birds on a bird feeder
in a live youtube video
each hustling to get some seeds
some pecking others
even birds have bullies
I wonder if birds have psychopaths
maybe the bigger, predatory ones
like hawks that savage song birds
I’m not thinking vultures
though I can see how you
would think I was given they’re
scavengers of the dead
with near macabre appearances
but I just see them as like
janitors of the planet
cleaning up all the dead messes
without a shred of evil in them.

Bob Boyd

he couldn’t believe how fast his life had gone by
I heard of that in my youth
and it always stayed with me
now that I’m probably as old as he was
when he said it, I know it’s true
oh so true, as my life keeps speeding by
as if Death can’t have me fast enough.

Bob Boyd

To him, she was incredibly beautiful
he felt blessed when her eyes met his
when they talked for a long time
the connection was joyfully amenable
until she started becoming unhinged
and parroting political nonsense
that she’d been spoon fed daily
blindly accepted and believed
brainwashed with misinformation
designed to shape her outlooks
and use her like a useful idiot
he couldn’t abide that flaw in her
he couldn’t reason with her
he couldn’t open her eyes to truth
he could see her brainwashed views
were cemented too deeply in her
he had to bid her goodbye.

Bob Boyd