Month: August 2024

Sexually abused as a child by monks
when he was a little child monk.
Said a Buddhist tried to kill him.
Described other Buddhism problems,
sounded like a forlorn Buddhist being.
Opened my eyes to the truthful fact
that Buddhism isn’t the exception
to child abuse and the imperfections
of all the sects, cults and religions.
This goes beyond the precepts
and the imperfections of them all.
We have to be our own spiritual
leaders and not be controlled by
all the rules or dismayed by
the corruption and bad leaders.

Bob Boyd

She loved to play the victim
When she screwed you over
She couldn’t take responsibility
For her repeated wrongdoings
Perhaps she couldn’t face
How messed up she was
And all the people who hated
Her because of her hateful ways
She’ll probably go to the grave
Thinking she was always right
Maybe when she dies and
Has the Life Review, she’ll wake
Up and see how she really was
Where she’ll go from there
Is anybody’s guess

Bob Boyd

“The Being of Light presents the dying with a panoramic review of everything they have ever done. That is, they relive every act they have ever done to other people and come away feeling that love is the most important thing in life.” (Dr. Raymond Moody)

Rasbora fish swimming joyfully
In my ten gallon aquarium,
Eighteen in a school of them.
I’d like to know if any thoughts
Come into their little heads,
Aside from mating and eating
And where they go when dead.
I’d hate to think they just die,
And that is the end of them,
As if they were unworthy of
Some kind of rasbora heaven.
Maybe the Hindus have it right
They reincarnate higher,
Maybe into a dog or a cat.
But rather than having to go
Through many incarnations
Some with joy some with strife
Repeatedly facing uncertainties
Maybe horrors and miseries
I’d rather they stayed as rasboras
And went to a rasbora heaven.

Bob Boyd

Claimed to be Christ come again
Built a flourishing cult worldwide
Alleged to have many powers
All his disciples fawned over him
He turned out to be a monster
Talked his disciples into infamy
killed people on Japan subways
Murdered them with sarin gas

Bob Boyd

Hells bells! Even chocolate can give you cancer now!
Does that dastardly cancer have to ruin everything?
I could accept cancer in fruits, vegetables, and red meat.
I could accept cancer in the environment and in plastics.
But chocolate? That’s the hill I’m willing to die of cancer on.

Bob Boyd

The ant scout found the food source
In an old lady’s old-fashioned kitchen,
Some chocolate syrup the old lady spilled
Behind the plastic kitchen trash container.
Excited, the scout left the trail of pheromones
For legions of worker ants to follow
Back to the syrup and was hailed a hero.

Worker ants marshaled their legions in formation
And marched into the old lady’s house,
Salivating at the thought of consuming the syrup.
But the old lady spied the advance columns
And sprayed all the advancing ants to death.
The scout got blamed for the botched mission
And summarily got kicked out of the colony.

In a last chance attempt to regain some glory,
He vowed to get even with the dowdy old lady.
He snuck in her house while she was sleeping
Crawled up her leg and planned to bite her butt
Foolishly believing like a bull elephant shot to death
He could end her large, old life with that single bite.

But he was intercepted by the startled old lady,
Who caught him between her wrinkled fingers
And foiled his misguided, quixotic attempt with
A death squeeze by those trusty old fingers.

Bob Boyd

She often wondered why she couldn’t have been born
Like her neighbor Jenny Lee who had everything,
Beautiful looks, a perfect body and oozing with charm,
Big boned, unattractive, and not acceptable to the in crowd,
She knew she was a better person than Jenny Lee,
But in the world she was born into that didn’t matter
If you didn’t have the superficial look and the right body.
Nobody asked her to dance at high school dances;
She was just another wallflower and she cried about that.
As she matured, she got over her envy and made do
With what nature had given her, and accepted her lot.
She also saw that with advantages come disadvantages,
And she made the best of her life and found happiness.

Bob Boyd

He never understood fans and followers;
Why they felt the need to follow others?
Why the need to fawn over others?
Did they not have enough self-value
To follow themselves and not risk
Being like numberless people,
Merely one of a herd of humans,
Mindlessly less by the need to follow,
Seemingly themselves not enough,
To be their own fans and follow no one?

Bob Boyd