Best Boyd Poems
Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along. Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions! But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property. If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd. They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.
I am sorry about what happened to George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence. He just happened to get caught in the act! He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!
Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence! The president wants to call out the United States military. And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
Stop! The senseless acts of violence! Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington! Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them. They are citizens vigilantes. They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
To many things unknown to me
So many realities I fail to see
To love and it's boundless effects
Which leaves many with confusion and deep regrets
To the search for answers in places unthinkable
In light of harsh and foolish words unspeakable
To the glaze of your eyes through summer days
Much can be assured in your comfort ways.
Why I wonder with all that I have now
I have plenty yet I want more
I have love yet it is not enough
I have freedom to choose yet I do not
I have an abundance of family yet I am alone
I have a beautiful place I can call home
I have an boundless supply of food yet I am never nourished
I have hopes and dreams yet I fear them
Most of all I have you
This poem is dedicated to humanity
© Demetrius Boyd 2017
Whatcha gonna do if’n Famous Jameis goes pro?
‘tain’t nottin ya can do ‘bout it, Coach Jimbo
Dontcha know, da freshman Heisman winner’s caught da eye
Even da Giants’ Eli ain’t a-rankin’ too high
Butcha ya got ta give it ta dem dadgum referees
Dey even find ways ta yeller-flag Drew Breeze
‘tain’t sayin’ Jameis is apt ta go jest yet
But if’n he gets lotsa bucks, he may jest be a Jet
Shure, New York might be colder’n a witch’s tit
But yer brass bra in January, Jameis can fit
Tajh Boyd ‘n’ Michael Vic should be grindin’ der teeth
Dey ain’t fallen outta da ugly tree yet (look beneath)
Now Aaron Rodgers is so granny-slappin’ good
Dis’n deserves ta stay; it’s jest understood
Jameis is hotter’n' a goat’s butt in a pepper patch
Jimbo, ya best find a way dem pro offers ta match!
*Written August 25, 2014 for Verlena's Ebonics contest. Jameis Winston is
the quarterback for the Florida State Seminoles and he won the Heisman as a
red-shirt Freshman. FSU's coach is Jimbo Fisher.
Just because we wish it so, means not that it will pass;
this lesson’s one we all must learn in the Gamecock class.
Runs my blood, it’s red and black---garnet the deepest hue,
any orange is anathema, do not this misconstrue.
They always fought with all their heart, especially on game day,
ran out to strains two thousand one, sandstorm on white display,
from first kickoff to last tackle, they’d hit with abandon,
they feared no foe, this fact is true, but seldom champion.
Football saints are lively here, from Rogers to Norwood,
When Lattimore took the field, we always felt they could,
defeat all squads, from Florida to the great North land,
and many others in between, I’m sure you understand.
Jadeveon polished our fame, no one could say “Who dat?,”
he pulverized a Wolverine, and handed Smith his hat.
Sidney Rice and Sterling Sharpe could surely catch that ball,
while Alshon and McKinley too, flew often past them all.
Sheldon Brown and John Abraham were known to give a lick,
while Swearinger and Gilmore too, could make a tackle stick.
Ryan Brewer bowled them over, while Succop split the posts,
Connor Shaw and Phil Petty racked up the winning boasts.
So many more graced our field, their names are not forgot,
Wharton and Boyd, Culliver and Ellis, and even A. Pinnock.
Munnerlyn, DiMarco too, and who could forget Ace Sanders?
Ajiboye and Cunningham, were not gridiron outlanders.
Kalimba, Ko, Dunta and Zola, we’ve surely had strange names,
But on the field they won our hearts, and more than a few games.
Faison to Watson, and all others, who flashed their spurs with pride,
we celebrate each footballer who’s graced the Gamecock side!
If I touched the lid on the candy dish in the living room My Grandmother could hear the clink of glass on glass in the kitchen " Michael !" she would exclaim softly There was a rummer in the family that she was physic That she had seen two of her children after they had died Before anyone had told her they where gone I don't know about that but I can tell you No one touched the lid on the candy dish without my grandmother knowing
HOPALONG CASSIDY
AN AMERICAN LEGEND
Hopalong Cassidy, Was Mr. Good Guy!
Born in Hendrysburg, Ohio 1895.
William Boyd, his given name.
A friend to all when rose to fame.
Immortal hero of the silver screen.
With his horse "Topper"
Fighting evil schemes.
His starlet bride ,Grace Bradley,
Played the silent screen.
To be his wife was her secret dream.
Their is a lot more. So take a look.
Go to www.gemstonepub.com
And buy his new book.
Www.poetrypoem.com/maflongfellow1
OFFICIAL WEB SITE~www.hopalongcassidy.com
This poem will be delivered to Grace by my sisters sister-in-law who is friends with her and
owns the Hopalong museum in my area where he is from. She is 95 years old and lives in
Malibu ,Calif.
what happens when a hit it and quit it guy, realizes that this is not the way he wants to live his life because its to short and its passing him by, he's sick of being the ******* that no one thinks they can rely, all he wants to do is show people that he can fly, but when he act like how he wants to people say "are you ok man cuz your acting really not like your self" so he says "why do i even try", every time he trys to change his confidence says "goodbye", because when he starts being nice he never gets a reply, shows his true colors and all he gets is a huge deny, but when he goes back suddenly its "what up man" and "hi", he doesn't get it now he's back in his shell just thinkin why, why is it that when his personality stops being shy, and starts heading for the sky, everybody looks at him differently and says "ben are you high", but he's not, he just wants to be a good guy, he's happy lending a shoulder to lean on so you can cry, or giving you a slice out his pie, if you need some help he'd be happy to supply, if you would just give him a chance he'l show you that this isn't a lie, but whatever he thinks, god can judge me when i die. - By Benjamin Clifford Boyd Larson
Boyd and I graduated from high school
Then college roommates; we thought that was cool
Texas A and M became our new home
Bunk beds in a dorm room without any phone
It’s a military college, of course
You’re either in the Army or Air Force
And there’s a rivalry between the two
And things just might get out-of-hand, it’s true
At times, it was fun to sing songs at night
I played the uke; Boyd sang harmony tight
We acquired that Homer & Jethro sound
When singing their songs, we acted like clowns
We started writing new lyrics to songs
Making a point with words that were wrong
On day Boyd said, “I got a great idea”
A song to give the Air Force diarrhea
We worked it hard and finally got a wrap
The song “Hey Joe” changed into “Hey Aircrap”
The lyrics turned out great and was quite a slam
When our seniors heard it, they said, “Hot Damn!”
“At three AM, come ready and in-form!”
“To broadcast that song to the Air Force dorms”
We practiced the song and we were all set
Boyd said I think we’re as good we’ll get
A PA system aimed at the angle
To hit their dorms across the Quadrangle
Two speakers so big they could raise the dead
Cranked it all up till it was in the red
They said, “Charlie and Boyd, you’re on the air”
“Just give sing it into the microphone there”
We “let it rip” and everything worked fine
Woke everyone, just like they had in mind
Lights were being turned on in every dorm
Out all the doors from the dorms they stormed
With trash cans full of water; quite a sight!
An Army versus Air Force water fight!
Watched from our window and didn’t get wet
We started something that we may regret
Then we entered the Aggie Talent show
Singing Homer and Jethro stuff, you know
When we started our performance on stage
Half the audience was screaming with rage
They were yelling, “We want the Aircrap song”
We caved in and sang it and that was wrong
The words of the song were really too strong
For a Talent Show they didn’t belong
You know, I think we could have been winner
A reprimand instead for the sinner
Still these are highlights of my freshman year
I’d do it all over, let’s make that clear
And Boyd, the best roomie without a doubt
Wanted him to know, so I wrote this out
I saw a teenager on the 42 bus,
An older teenager, tall and thin,
He boarded a few stops after me,
And i thought i knew his journey in.
He looked like a CS student,
As i had been in my older teens,
Or at least an engineer, long hair,
For programming he had beans.
The bus ended up at King’s Buildings,
And passed the university’s central block,
So i guessed he was going into the lab,
The computer lab where he would dock.
That journey time in the long evening,
Was so peaceful and dynamic most times,
That I could reflect to rhyme, consider,
The meaning of life, freedom and signs.
He took his jacket off some way in,
As i sometimes would in my wheelchair,
When i peddled along to the Boyd Orr,
Against the flow of students with day air.
Going into the lab at night regularly,
Made you different in culture and society,
But on your initial journeys you realised,
That you have equal worth and propriety.
My neighbour, her name’s Emma Boyd
Is someone you’d want to avoid
I will succinctly put
She’s a pain in the butt
I’ve renamed this gal Emma Royd
FICTION POEM
03/25/21
Sweetheart, you’ve turned my world upside down
I’ve ran so long, so far I don’t know right from wrong
I’ve ran ten thousand miles and I can’t find the noun
That can accurately describe this little song
But Baby, I think I've finally found the key
We can lovingly quote Brandon Boyd all we want
The truth is we’re the heroes of our own story
Our futures what we make of it, my confidant
Princess, our past is behind us, you know this truth
The waters are receding our horizon is clear
Every lie has been washed away from our youth
Born again on this emerald evanescent sphere
But beautiful, the past was not for naught
Every small adventure has been an instruction
In creating the world you rightfully want
Every lesson has left a permanent beacon
Guiding you precious, to your final ambitions
Through the black storms of uncertainty and strife
Dove, these were never arrogant aspirations
Despite all the darkness we all deserve the light
Butterfly, all I am really trying to say
Is that you are much more than a mere muse to me
You have become my world in a span of days
I want you to be happy and live out your dreams
It's Valentine's Day so we will celebrate.
As Love devours and conquers hate.
When two become one, it's wonderful and great.
Love is in the air and there's no debate.
When Cupid shoots his arrow in each person's heart.
Right then and there the relationship will start.
There's nothing better than Friendship and Love.
Just like Heavenly Rain that comes from up above.
Let us all love each other in a special way.
Blessings to All and Happy Valentine's Day.
Inspired by Boyd Browning, My uncle
Happy Valentines Day
God sends blessings in many different form
Some pass you by and go unnoticed
Others stay around for as along as you remember
God sent you to me
And made someone I'll always remember
18 feb 2011 9:15 am
This was the body of Jason Dion Boyd
His ownership of it is now null and void
It was given by God a long time ago
For him to live and learn and grow
He is all grown up and has now moved on
To live with our Father and His Son
He ran his race and his work is through
Now God has given him a body brand new
Why can't I run(Sarina Is Her Name)
by kierra boyd
Why can't I run away from this dream that I am living.
Why can't I cut away the pain?
The blood that spills from the wounds of darkness.
Are the tears that full a fire that forms a ocean of sadness?
A hole that is deep in my soul.
Why can't I wash the dirt away.
Its like my soul can't be washed clean.
My heart have been breaken taken away in the nightmares I live.
It's a hole that has been put into my chest.Where the nights are lonely and cold.
Where sceams grow louder each and every min,of every hour,of every second,of everyday.
A song that has been written I can no longer sing along,my voice has been beaten and sold
to the evil that has taken over my soul.
My mind is wounded and the pain has come to never leave.
As I see the souls that have been losted I have become empty with no one.
Til I saw the light with her smile,her joy,and her words.
A bond has been formed.God as send her to lead me out the darken place I've have called
home.
Her hands shines like gold and I see the light in me once again.
She has made me come alive again.I can no longer see the pain that I once knew.
She's the angel that God has send me from above,and I shall not be mad or depressed.
She has saved me dear god.
I will never ask why can't I run again.Sarina is her name and she saved me from myself and
the darkness.