Woman in White

In a graveyard mourning my recently deceased sister
I spied a willowy white-haired woman dressed in white

She was elderly but still beautiful and fetching
With a siren like quality that was getting my attention

She beckoned me to her with an enticing smile
As if she knew me, and we’d been close before

Reluctant, I didn’t want to walk over to her
I started feeling uneasy about the strange graveyard situation

With one finger, she motioned me over, her face looking evil
I felt like a lifeless puppet on a string

With my mind subdued and no will power I began to falter
But I somehow regained my resistance despite the horror

And she swore at me and said on this day I curse you
Before the day is out misfortune will befall you

She hissed at me and walked to a nearby grave and oh my God
She sank into it like she was sinking into water

She must have been a ghost. No trace of her
Going into the ground was visible

Freaked out, I ran to my car and hopped in it
I drove out of the cemetery like a fireman going to 4 alarm fire

An unseen force took control of the steering wheel
And crashed me into a tree, my head smashing into the windshield

I woke up in the hospital and screamed
The attendant nurse looked exactly like the woman in white

Bob Boyd

A Great Guru

The young husband and wife
Had an incredibly powerful guru
With many paranormal powers
Mostly seen on a blanket in India
Hailed as a great sage by
New Age notables of the day.

To have a guru that great
Was a boon from God,
And one was granted
The unfailing protection
Of a cosmically guarded life,
Provided by a fully enlightened guru.

But something went awry
In a car in a garage in America.
The wife killed herself
With carbon monoxide.
The great guru couldn’t save her,
Perhaps he was a charlatan,
Or the protections of great gurus
Are only bankrupt guarantees.

Bob Boyd

Jennifer

She isn’t a Miss America …
She isn’t a PhD …
She isn’t a CEO …
She’s more than those three.
She works in a grocery store making pizza,
But she’s so much more than what she does
And to me so much more
Than Miss Americas, PhD’s and CEOs.
She’s sweeter, kinder and inwardly
More beautiful than the three.
She’s untainted by self obsession, self-importance
And being better than others.
That’s why to me her humility, her indifference to
The things that drive the three
Make her far better, humbler and nicer
Than Miss Americas, PhD’s and CEOs.
But, alas, she’s too young for me.

Bob Boyd