Priceless Love

On the dating app, the older single women
listed their financial requirements
averaging 100k a year, sometimes more.

It was as if they were selling themselves
for high price tags rather than seriously
looking for true love.

It was as if they were overpriced sales goods
priced far too high for serious considerations.

I was kinda glad I didn’t make the 100k a year
and felt it wouldn’t have been worth it anyway.
And honestly, I don’t think any of those women
were worth 100k a year, but I do feel some
women are worth more than money can buy.
And if you’re extremely lucky or richly blessed,
you might find one of those priceless women
and win their immeasurable, lasting love.

Bob Boyd

Dinner with the Hare Krishnas

Back in the seventies I was living in Cambridge Mass
when I and two friends saw a sign that read
free dinner with the Hare Krishnas.

Interested in exploring spiritual groups and beliefs,
myself and my friends attended the dinner.

The Krishnas were nice, likable people,
but one thing surprised me.

Like fundamentalist Christians,
they believed Krishna was the only way,
but instead of going to heaven
you went to Krishnaloka.

I was surprised by their dogma
since Hinduism is usually accepting
of other religions and spiritual paths.

Then the unexpected happened.
One of my friends had disappeared
for about ten minutes.

He returned with one of the Krishnas
with the two white lines on his forehead
just like the Krishnas had.

At first, I thought they’d got him.
It was like something out of the
invasion of the body snatcher’s movie.

But then my friend flashed a comical smile,
and I knew he was just going with the
experience for the fun of it
and that he hadn’t been recruited.

Although I was surprised by the Hare Krishna’s
belief that Krishna was the only or best way
to go to a heaven or become one with God,
I have to say their esteemed founder
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
seemed like a real deal saintly Spiritual Master.

Bob Boyd

A Dream of Stealing a Fish

Often I have these dreams
where I’ve done crazy things.
Last night I dreamed
I stole a fish form a coworker
right out of her office
in a fish bowl I brought to work.
And I hid the fishbowl in a closet
to sneak it out of the building
at an opportune moment
when she wouldn’t see
me swiping her fish.

When I work up alarmed,
that I I’d stolen a coworker’s fish,
a mini second later,
I realized I didn’t steal her fish
and that I hadn’t worked
in a year and never
worked in the office
or knew the woman
in my petty theft dream.

Bob Boyd

Dreams of Everlasting Love

I suspect for most people
dreams of everlasting love
dawn in them in their teens
as they did in me.

Despite those romantic dreams
I, like others, never realized
those dreams of everlasting love
in this unpredictable, changing world.

This makes me wonder if
everlasting love is illusionary
that even if you have it for
a lifetime it doesn’t last
forever when you die.

It makes me wonder if
in the afterlife romantic love
is neverafter.

Perhaps replaced with
an unconditional love
for everyone.

Or maybe if dead is dead
and your you is obliterated
the dreams of everlasting
romantic love are dead forever
returning never.

Personally, I’d prefer if
romantic love was
everlasting in the afterlife
for even those who never
found it in this temporary life.

Bob Boyd

The Lies of the Main Street Media

Who would have thought
the once highly respected
daily TV MSM news
would have become full of lies.
What happened to journalist integrity?
Why is there no journalistic oversight
to protect the public from all the lies?
Where is the objectivity instead of
the neverending left wing bias?
Day after day force feeding
their unhealthy junk food news
to many unsuspecting gullible
people addicted to their TVs
and believing the blatant lies,
eating up and blindly ingesting all
they see on the fake news on TV.
A sweet deal for the Left
an injustice for the Right
and a blight upon the once
highly respected TV MSM News.

Bob Boyd

Impending Death Approaching

To my surprise
the days don’t
pass slower
now that I’m
retired and
not working
anymore.

I thought the
days would
slow down
when I wasn’t
as busy as
when I worked.

But the days
pass by
just as fast,
and I suspect
they’ll pass
faster and
faster and
hasten me
sooner to
my expiration
death date,
which I think
will happen
in less than
six short years
despite feeling
healthy and
well now.

Bob Boyd