Day: August 10, 2024

My girlfriend Chelsea (Never liked that name)
Is an uncommonly crazy different kind of woman

Loved all sorts of paranormal and New Age stuff,
Claimed her animal totem was a howling werewolf.

And she would often howl all through our house.
God how I hated that annoying, foolish racket.

And I often worried about her mental faculties,
More than once I suggested she see a shrink

Until one fateful full moon Halloween night.
She howled louder than usual and growled.

When I went to see what was wrong with her,
She had morphed into a ten foot werewolf.

Maybe because she loved me she let me go
When I ran out of our house like a sprinter.

And ain’t no way I’m ever going back.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager
Christian teenager posed
As a friend

Told me it was
Jesus or Hell

Said what if I
Lived on an island
And never heard
Of Jesus?

Chrstian guy had
No answer for that
And became a
Fair weather friend

But really he was a
Phony friend
With his agenda

Never respected that
Don’t to this day
And cannot abide
The one and only way

But Jesus is cool
And I believe
He’s real deal
But not the
Only way

Unless he tells
Me so when I
Meet him after
I die.

You see I’m a
Believer in Christ
But not as the
One and only way

Bob Boyd

Hiking in the mountains by myself,
Should have brought a buddy.
Hiking alone is not advisable.
Sometimes people get lost;
Sometimes people disappear.
Saw a hiker 50 yards from me,
Appeared to be a young male.
A flash of light lit up the sky,
And the hiker was gone.
Scared the hell out of me,
Believed a UFO nabbed him.
What else could it be?

Bob Boyd

Any animal that wears a mask
I honest to God cannot trust.
I caught three of those thieves
Commiting unarmed robbery
In two of my garbage cans.
I arrested them for the theft
And those raccoons surrendered
And held their hands in the air.
Coming to my saner senses
I didn’t press any charges,
And now I leave them
Plates of food every day,
And they no longer have to
Tip over my garbage cans.

Bob Boyd

This world is not my real home,
Thought it was when I was younger.
I felt like I’d live here young forever,
Rarely paid attention to the Reaper.
Only others died, mostly old people
But never me. I was young forever.
Now I see with the vision of years,
And know how temporary this life is,
And that my real home is in the
Permanent beyond, beyond this
Life of agonies and uncertainties,
And I’m getting closer to my
One way trip to my real home.

Bob Boyd

Learned today raindrops
aren’t shaped like drops,
Shaped like hamburger buns.
Just another example of
Things not being as they seem.
Makes me wonder how many
Other things are not the way
We have thought they were.
Makes me wonder if the
World holds more mysteries,
Things not as once thought.
Some claim aliens live
On our planet in oceans.
Hard to believe that’s true
But imagine if it was.

Bob Boyd