Long Boyd Poems
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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
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.
For years…our Christmas present to each other
has been to purchase from Lowe’s….the perfect Christmas tree
but this year we are not in Florida…our Christmas is in NC.
Which means this year our Christmas tree hunt
had a unique and special charm….
as we met Demien, Trista and Violet
at the Boyd Mountain Christmas Tree Farm.
Yes, this year surrounded by the mountains of NC.
Trista, Violet and Deborah picked out the perfect tree.
then from the land where Christmas trees are grown
with Damien on the saw…we cut down a tree of our own.
It was a wonderful moment we shared together…
one in our hearts I know we’ll forever hold…
that is except for Violet who slept through it all…
as Trista protected her from the cold.
So this years present to ourselves is one we won’t forget…
because it took place in NC
and because we shared this moment with Trista, Damien
and a sleeping Violet.
It’s funny how with each new Christmas
we have the same mind set.
We tell ourselves this year’s Christmas tree
is the best Christmas tree we’ve had yet.
But it’s true…this Christmas tree brings with it
all the new memories this year we’ve amassed…
which does make this year’s Christmas tree
a little better than the last.
Among all our family memories this year…
Violet is one we are overjoyed to add
which means this Christmas tree now takes its rightful place
as the best Christmas tree we’ve ever had.
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.)