Day: March 16, 2025

flying fiends
winged humanoids
malevolent and
terrifying monsters
with wings
like flying demons

Ozark Mountains
alleged to be
among their
haunts particularly
at Turkey Creek

they swoop down
from the sky
in a moment
and allegedly
it feels like
death is coming
from above

I find it hard to
believe in these
humanoid monsters

but many people
who seem sincere
and believable
attest to having
seen or experienced

these flying fiends
these terrifying
winged horrors

and I find accounts
of cryptids, monsters
and aliens fascinating
whether or not
they are merely
conspiracy theories

Bob Boyd

When I was a young man, I read about a guy
who toppled over his motorcycle in an accident
and landed on his head.

A doctor told him if he hadn’t developed his neck
muscles he could have been paralyzed for life.

Amazed at how neck muscles could be so
protective in accidents, falls or fights

I’ve been doing neck exercises for my neck
muscles dutifully for decades.

I also wanted an imposing, muscled up neck
like wrestlers have but ….

despite my decades of exercises and techniques,
it was non-respondent to my diehard attempts.

As a 6’ 1” slender ectomorph my genetics refused
to cooperate with my big neck-building ambitions.

At least my neck muscles are still strong, maybe
strong enough to survive a deadly impact

and despite my genetic limitations, I see progress in that,
and I’m satisfied my decades of efforts were not in vain.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes when
nights are stilled
and birds are hushed

I remember a woman
a caring social worker
who came with love
into my life

and left me when she
had a host of health
problems because
like a martyr she
didn’t want to burden
me with her sicknesses

in spite of our love
and my wanting to
stay with her and care
for her forever

and were I not so
battle hardened
in life and in love
when I remember her
and our lost love

I could cry as many
tears as there are
stars in the night skies

Bob Boyd

When I go to my death
no one will weep for me
which is the way I always
wanted it

When I go to my death
it will be the celebration
of my ashes
the end of earthly concerns
for my scattered remains

And by all things held sacred
I swear I will wholeheartedly
welcome what I believe will be
my ultimate awakening

Bob Boyd

I have seen too many true crime shows
where one spouse murders the other
sometimes surprisingly and shockingly
to me the murderer is the wife or someone
she hires or talks into killing her spouse

I write surprisingly because despite the
many cases to the contrary usually
I don’t think of the more nurturing and
fairer sex as capable of murder
or murderous thoughts that are more
likely and more common with men
and to me the fewer murders by wives
attest to my take on that

often when the killings are done by the
husbands they play the pathic part
of a bereaved, grief-stricken husband
instead of manning up and confessing

these cases I hate the most and
sometimes they make me feel angered
I cannot fathom how these husbands
can physically harm or diabolically
kill their wives they loved and married

the worst is when they cry on tv and
ask for the support of the public in
finding their wives’ murderers
and sob in front of the police during
lengthy interrogations

I find it gratifying when these monsters
finally get found out and sent to prison
hopefully for the rest of their lives

and to me if things in a marriage get
so bad that one spouse feels like
killing the other it’s time to say
goodbye and not do something crazy
that will end in shame and incarceration
and a stain forever on one’s soul

Bob Boyd

social media
sometimes a blessing
sometimes a curse
vast network
for socialization
can meet people from
all over the world
mostly good people
sometimes evil
unlimited knowledge
can learn practically
anything online
can expand your
mind and your world

sometimes a curse
bullied children suicides
catfishing and scams
pedophiles
sexual predators
scammers
twisted people
roaming social
media sites
and on dating apps

unwary people
scammed for thousands
some women looking
for love raped
after meeting
strangers on dating apps
on rare occasions
murdered

it seems everything
on earth is
or becomes
a combination of
good and evil

but one of the worst
cases of evil was
when evil trolls
kept emailing
a bereaved family
photos of their
daughter’s murdered
body who was
murdered by a
psycho she met
met online
who plastered
photos of her
dead body all
over the Internet

morbid photos
said to
have been
sent by a
community of
disturbed and
women hating
men called incels

Bob Boyd

The day I met you the sun rose in my life
Everything became more beautiful.
Everything became more bright.

The sky became bluer.
The world became newer.
The songs of the birds became sweeter.

And my life felt wondrous and complete
Being with beatiful loveliest of all you.

And when the love in our hearts blossomed,
And radiated up to the heavens,
The angels sighed with delight.
And I believe our love was predestined
And will be everlasting.

And if by chance I leave this world before you,
I’ll still be loving you from the afterlife
Sending my undying love to you.

And I know when we both leave this earth
we’ll be together in the afterlife
in love forever and ever.

Bob Boyd