Month: February 2025

when a 49-year-old man
lay dying
on an exam table
in a hospital
he knew
he was going to die

he begged God
to not let him die
said I’m sorry
I’d abandoned You

then he rose
out of his body
and saw it
on the exam table
as well as
everything around him

he said then
he knew everything
there was to know
in that OBE moment

saw the souls of
the grass and the trees
and felt their love for him
as more love
flowed through him

he merged
with the Light
with his Father
in his eternal home
and felt the love
of Yeshua there

Bob Boyd

he was born on the bad side of town
where trouble knocked at every door
he committed his first crime at age 5
stole a bag of candy from a store
to his mother it was an innocent thing
but in his life it was the beginning
of a career of theft and criminality
that progressed into killing people
and becoming a notorious hitman
in the end he had 30 dead bodies
under his expansive hitman belt
ghosts that came back to haunt him
in his final horrifying hell-bound days

Bob Boyd

he hunted in national parks
invisible, undetectable, stealthful
he moved in and out of dimensions
with unimaginable speed and ease
he easily nabbed people hiking
who never saw him until caught
killed them in less than a second
consumed them seconds later
ceased when he was sated
for an entire well fed week
then resumed his weekly hunts
for more unsuspecting prey
who became the 411s

Bob Boyd

She loved the high life
hung out with all the celebs
she had a twenty year run
wallowed in dissipation
partied nearly every night
had many notable boyfriends
and a few famous husbands
which resulted in divorces
on a fortuitous night in May
she had an unexpected
reversal in her high life
gave it all up for God
and she became a nun.

Bob Boyd

She’d been adopted by a pharmacist
and blessed with exceptional looks
and an exceptional figure as well.
She got good grades in high school.
Her future seemed shiny and bright
until her senior year when she began
to spin into a whirlwind of darkness.
She fell in with the wrong people,
wild nights of sex, alcohol and drugs.
After high school her life got worse
hooked on drugs and degeneracy,
became extremely overweight,
her looks and perfect body gone,
as well as her once pristine morality.
I often wondered if her downfall
was a genetic predestination
from a mother who gave her up.

Bob Boyd

When I go downstairs from my second
floor apartment to check my mail
sometimes I hear meow, meow, meow
meow, meow, meow, meow ….

I look down to my right and see
under the blinds and through
the panes in the glass door
a black cat calling me,
his paws stretching against the glass.

I smile and I say, “Hi kitty,” and
put my hands against the glass on
the other side, as if touching
his stretched out paws.

He only does this when his owner
is not at home. I think that black cat
is an extrovert who gets lonely
when he is all alone.

And I enjoy his once in awhile
greetings. They are serendipitous
to me.

Bob Boyd

I heard a term today
that I hadn’t heard before,
Foxhole Prayers.

I knew immediately
what it meant.

Years ago, no decades
ago, I heard it referenced
in the expression, “There
are no atheists in foxholes,”
referring to the terrors of
possibly dying from an
enemy bomb or bullet
while hunkered down
in a fox hole during a war.

It also brought to mind,
the near death experiences
of some atheists I read about.

In their NDEs they felt they
were in hell. And their
descriptions of demons
and people screaming and
crying and trapped in hell forever
were exactly like one would
think hell would be like.

I can’t say if their experiences
were absolute proof of a hell.
I can say they
prayed foxhole prayers,
and Christ appeared to them
in Light or in Spirit and
whooshed them out of
those hellish experiences.

Bob Boyd

In the yard across the street
Pink dogwood tree petals are falling,
Ordinary a beautiful sight.
Tonight they sadden me
Remembering the last time I saw them
When you said you were leaving me.
Now like the pink tree petals
Tears are falling from my eyes.

Bob Boyd

She was a lovely woman
and a veterinarian.

She met a bad man
who was a doctor and
a shyster.

He was an egotist
and thought
he was a godsend to women.

At first the veterinarian saw
through him, but surprisingly
she eventually ignored
his many red flags
and fell in love with him.

The doctor had a court date
for stalking and harassing
an ex-girlfriend.

The veterinarian had a
court date with an ex-husband
for the custody of
their two daughters.

Somehow, inexplicably,
the doctor convinced the
veterinarian to hire a hitman
to kill her husband and
his girlfriend.

They lined up a hitman
and met with him. Fortunately,
he was an undercover cop,
and they both got arrested.

When the veterinarian got out
on bail, she took an elevator
to the top of a tall building
and jumped off it to her death.

I believe if that evil doctor
never came into her life
she would never have
considered killing anyone
and would be alive today.

Sometimes you have to be
so careful about who
you let into your life.

They usually won’t try to get
you to kill someone,
but they can be toxic
to your wellbeing
and your life.

Bob Boyd

Some old men want a wife
just to take care of them
if they get unable to
take care of themselves.

I have to wonder where
is the love in that, and
what would happen if
he had to take care of her.

And, frankly, I’d rather
take care of myself.

And that’s how I’ve been for
ten years and probably
for the rest of my life.

But were I to get married,
I wouldn’t want her just
to take care of me.
I’d rather have her,
and her have me,
for genuine, true love
and take care of her
if, God forbid, she
got so ill she needed
me to take care of her.

Bob Boyd

It happened in Erie, Pennsylvania
where sometimes eerie and crazy
things happened to that PA populace.
Mr. and Mrs. Abrams argued daily
about Mr. Abrams’ negligence in
always leaving the toilet seat lid up.

One day it reached a horrendous
crescendo and wild chaos ensued.
Sick of Mrs. Abrams nagging
about his toilet seat nonconformity,
Mr. Abrams went off like a raging bull.
He busted the toilet seat with a hammer,
the pieces shattered on the floor.

Mrs. Abrams heard the awful racket,
went totally nuts to add to the insanity.
She screeched when she saw what
Mr. Abrams had done to the toilet seat,
picked up a chair, lifted it over her head
and busted Mr. Abrams’ head with it.

Mr. Abrams went to the local hospital
to get his head examined and bandaged.
Mrs. Abrams almost got assault charges,
but the police wrote it off as a domestic.
After a long week apart from each other,
somehow they put the pieces of the toilet
and their relationship back together.
She kissed him and he kissed her,
and he never left the toilet seat lid up again.

Bob Boyd

I know some things about NDEs
near death experiences
began reading them
in the seventies
the tunnel of light
the life review
the unconditional love
the Source
claimed to be more
real than this existence
claimed that this life
is dreamlike
by comparison

but know this:
not all NDEs are
light and love
some NDEers
felt like they
were in hell

and their descriptions
are graphically and exactly
like one would believe hell
would be

demons and tortures
hell fires and torments
cries and screams
no way out ever

except in cases where
seemingly damned NDEers
called on Christ and He
got them out

One school of thought
believes the hellish NDEs
are projections and unreal
and it appears most NDEers
never have hellish NDEs

This I have read many times;
those who have the hellish NDEs
usually return to life
full blown believers.

Bob Boyd

Some say we reincarnate
and keep coming back
until we get it right
and attain the
Sat Chit Ananda
eternal bliss
consciousness.

I’ve read of people
who claim they know
about their former lives.
I’ve read of some NDEers
who died and came
back and claim they
saw we all reincarnate.

Me, I wouldn’t want
to come back again.
Imagine coming back
on the cusp of a
nuclear holocaust
or born into horrors
like Stalin’s purges
or the Killing
Fields of Cambodia.

Others claim
we have a choice
to return to the earth
school for souls to
learn our lessons
for liberation
or stay in the afterlife
and do our spiritual work
there.

Some say it’s heaven
or eternal damnation
with no reincarnation,
Christ or Satan,
you make the choice
while you’re on earth.

I’m a believer in Christ
but I don’t know about
eternal damnation.
And I’m a bit of a mystic
and a contemplative.
And I can’t say definitively
if Christ is the only way.
I can say it’s the way of
love and forgiveness.

It may be like the Sufis
say, as many paths
to God as humans
have souls.

No way to know for sure
who is right and who
is wrong, or if there are
different truths in
the great beyond.

Me, I’d like to be in a
heaven with a soulmate
in love eternally

and partners in devotion
to a God of love
forever and ever.

Bob Boyd

He grew up rebellious
screwed up reckless rebel
troublesome in high school
kicked out many times
preferred playing pool
in an old pool hall
in a nondescript city

joined the military
didn’t adapt to the
required conformity
got in trouble there
busted down a rank
in correctional custody
had an insightful epiphany
maybe him not them

reinvented himself
embraced the military
became an officer
rescued a child in Nam
met the child’s mother
married her and
brought her and
her child to America

became a minister
led many sinners to God
when God took his wife
and adopted child
in a fatal auto accident
swore off religion forever

almost drank himself to death
after his loss of his family
one angry night killed a guy
in a drunken bar fight
disappeared after that

NYC detectives found
him ten years later in NY
homeless and incoherent
died on the way to jail
in the back of the squad car

Bob Boyd

A fairy known as Leanan Sidhe
came to me in the night
took me for her lover

too beautiful for any mortal man
to ever resist I succumbed
to her irresistible desires

With a single consummation
she became my muse
and I a barely literate man
was gifted with the ability
to write poetry

But alas I learned that
though she is beautiful
beyond all mortal women
she is a malignant fairy
that soon will kill me

Despite knowing she is
going to take my life
I cannot escape
her unbreakable deadly grip
on my beating heart
my dwindling life

her incomparable beauty
her supernatural love
keep me entrapped
in her deathly embrace

and maybe I’ve gone mad
and lost all my senses
but I will gladly surrender
my life to my Leanan Sidhe
and be in love with her forever

Bob Boyd

The ground just got a new addition
to its ever changing wardrobe
snow is all over it like a yuletide coat
long past the yearly white Christmas.
The ground is so taken with its new coat
that were it a supermodel in Paris or Milan,
it would be strutting down those catwalks
smiling and waving at the fashionistas
Maybe because it didn’t get to wear
its yuletide coat on Christmas day
when no snow came to decorate it,
the ground is so excited about it now.

Bob Boyd

She said she slept with 1057 guys in a day.
Bragged about it on her OnlyFans page.

What the hell happened to morality
when a woman brags about something
she should hide her face in shame about?

And what decent guy would ever want
to be with a woman who bragged about
her sordid screw-a-thon to the world?

And, worse, she appears to be proud
of screwing all those slimy guys.

No telling where her future will lead,
hopefully she doesn’t kill herself.

Maybe she’ll have a Come to Jesus
Moment and find God and attempt
to resurrect her dead morality.

Maybe she’ll keep having screw-a-thons
till the day she dies.

Bob Boyd

Finding old friends in the obits,
everybody in my generation
is dying these countdown days.
Death is having a field day
with my aging out generation.

Back in the sixties we rocked,
seemed like we’d live forever.
Now many of us are corpses
No longer forever young.

Some were ecstatic hippies
in the peace and love sixties.
Now they’re flower children
with the flowers in the ground.

It used to be only old people
died en masse all the time.
Now my generation is them
and Death is taking us out.

Bob Boyd

He met her in Italy
while on vacation
from his hectic life in the US.

She was an Italian beauty;
he couldn’t believe
his luck.

A hotel worker
warned him, “She is
la strega, the witch”
he said.

Inwardly, he laughed
at the foolish superstition
and fell in love with
his Italian beauty.

He quit his job in the US
and moved to Italy to
be with her forever.

But he soon saw the evil in her
when she put a curse on a kid
who bumped into her.

The kid died immediately.
She laughed upon
seeing him dead in the street.

After that, he told her it was over
and he was leaving her,
even though he thought
the death was a coincidence.

She screamed a curse at him,
when he was leaving,
and he laughed at her
going out the door.

On the plane flight back
to America, the plane
hit some air pockets,
and for a crazy few moments
he wondered if the
plane was going to crash
because of her curse.

The plane never crashed.
He chided himself for
being so silly when it
landed safely in the US.

When he got home that night
and went to sleep,
he saw la strega in a nightmare
burning him with the fires of hell.

He never woke up
from that nightmare.
When the police found
his charred remains,
they reported he died
from the rare
spontaneous combustion.

Bob Boyd

There’s hardly any information
about her

except she was born in LA
and in her 20s worked
as a saleslady in a
department store

before she became an actress
in the 50s and is known
or unknown for a horror movie,
Beast From Haunted Cave.

Not even Wikipedia gives
her any love. Not a word
about her there.

On a blog called DWRAGER DUNGEON
she gets some love as a “horror gal”
who did three other horror movies
and began her acting career
with a role on Gunsmoke in 1957.

Her last movie was Ski Troop Attack
in 1960 when she left the Hollywood starlights
and married a painter named John MacEllari.
After that she faded into the obscurity
that most of use live in and all of us
even the famous and the infamous
will eventually vanish into.

Appreciations to Sheila Noonan
for the entertainment she brought
to the world with her comely appearance
and her fine acting.

She died in 2019.
RIP lovely, talented lady.

Bob Boyd