In India cows are sacred
They clutter up the streets
But scatter like frightened birds
When the elephant god
Ganesha, the
Remover of Obstacles,
comes to town.
Bob Boyd
Day: March 24, 2024
Down Home True Love
I never carry the torch, but I’m carrying a candle for you.
This poem is sounding like a Country Western Song, 🙂
And if you’ll come back, you’ll see I’ve still got
down home true love for you.
Bob Boyd
Luckless, loveless Old Man Lament
As a luckless old man ten unsteady steps away being in the obits,
I’ve given up on the ship I’ve waited for all my life to come in.
I think it’s docked forever in Singapore or at the bottom of the Bering Straits.
The only ships I see are those that always pass me in the night.
I sit here marooned in a beggar broke, loveless unshipworthy life.
Almost won the lottery, 10 million, but somehow the ticket got lost.
Had what I thought was the love of my life, Daisy Bobby Sue Mae,
Didn’t know she was half crazy and crazier about the monied life.
She left me when she somehow got flush with cash and bought
a BMW, designer clothes, diamond rings and a fancy pants gigolo.
I know what you’re thinking.
Bob Boyd
A Tangled Life
He lead a tangled life,
A miscreant in high school,
A troublemaker in the military,
A criminal back in the real world.
Then as an incarcerated outcast
Had an epiphany in solitary that
Untangled his tangled life.
Saw he was the architect
Of his destructive behaviors.
Reformed and rebuilt himself
Into a better benevolent man.
His troubled life vanished
like dark clouds after a storm.
Spent the rest of his days
In compassionate service to others.
Bob Boyd
Unlocking the Door
Wisdom can lead you to the Door
Only love can unlock It.
Bob Boyd
Anu
When Anu was in the highest heaven
I was waiting in the wings of the ethers
To be born.
Though there a thousand years
passes in a millisecond,
Trillions of those is a long time to wait
To be born.
Soon I’ll die and go back into the ethers.
Will I have earned heaven
or liberation from the wheel?
Or will I be back in the ethers waiting
To be born?
Whatever the outcome, I’ll be
Better off than Anu. No longer
In the highest heavens, he’s
Dead and gone.
Bob Boyd
Sophia
The figure of a snake,
The face of a lion,
Misshapen demiurge.
Rebellious,
Profane,
Sophia
why did you
Do it?
Bob Boyd
The Bad Boy of Religion
The bane of Heresiologists
The scourge of Polemicists
Even Peter didn’t like me
He wouldn’t take a bribe
I was formidable
I was a sorcerer
I was a magician
I could levitate
I could fly
I was the bad boy
Of religion and I
Never knew why
They said I was
Malevolent
I said Nobody’s
Perfect we all
have our
Imperfections
In Rome I
Was redeemed
And deified
Name’s Simon
You probably
Know the rest
Bob Boyd