Edna St. Vincent Millay ,American lyrical poet sonneteer and playwright received a Pulitzer Prize & known for her feminist activism (also used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd )for her prose, this particular PS choice today ,lengthy staccato sentenced style might better be so described.
“Illusory Pleasure“
By Da’Swaun Boyd
The man is of the world, and so are his desires.
Living a life of pleasure and heading straight for the fire
You can only believe him as much as a liar
Intrigued by others, while ignoring his own
Without the ones he loves, his house is no longer a home.
The memories were erased, and he was stuck living all alone.
Blinded by money, with a heart full of rage
Heart is misguided and hard to gauge.
The one he needs for her, his heart still yearns.
Hope he turns his life around before he ends up with burns.
An itinerant field hand named Boyd
Excelled at a job that he really enjoyed.
But the skills he used when in close quarters
With farmers, wives, and sons, and daughters
Were the principal ones that kept Boyd employed.
Now he had a twin brother named Floyd
Whose sexual bent oftentimes annoyed Boyd.
But he forgave his bro's trespasses,
'cause since he much preferred the lasses,
Boyd was glad when dads and lads toyed with Floyd.
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
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
Death comes to all of us but it's sad when a life is destroyed.
I recently learned that I lost an old friend and his name was Bobby Boyd.
It had been about thirty years since I last saw him, we were friends at school.
Sadly, Bobby was killed one sad and tragic day while he was driving his vehicle.
I didn't know that he had died until just a few days ago.
It's sad but he was a person who I'm happy to have known.
I know that his untimely death devastated his loved ones terribly.
But he isn't gone forever, when Jesus returns, so will Bobby.
(Dedicated to Bobby R. Boyd who died on September 9, 2011.)
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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