Month: April 2025

Through fires, smoke, the stench of bombs, the moon was war torn and blue.
Alone, dazed, shell shocked, grieving, my heart was too.
My life destroyed, my mind numbed, my hopes shattered.

They bombed the hell out of my beautiful city and killed my Anastasia,
who bled to death in my arms in seconds, helpless to help her.
My sweet angel, my love who had accepted my proposal of marriage
before the bombs fell and turned our city and our love into rubble.
My world a nightmare without her, a godforsaken, war torn hell.

Crazed with rage I marched into battle to avenge my sweet angel Anastasia.
Nothing left, my life over, like an insane Viking berserker I’d lost my fears and become like a crazed beast.
The enemy troops fear dying, but I don’t, a noble death reunited with Anastasia.

Dying is all I have left. I’m empty and soulless inside marching through
this dystopian nightmare of dead corpses and dead dreams.
The cadence of a thousand determined boots marching summons
me to war under a blue moon that’s as broken as I am.
Bombs explode around me, soldiers and civilians screaming and dying.
I fight the battle raging and fearless, indifferent to the horrors,
like a bulletproof immortal protected by the gods of war.

The battle ends; we win; still alive I collapse on the battle ground,
the stench of gun power permeating the smoky air,
blood running in rivulets in the streets.
And I cry countless tears for my sweet angel, my love, my wife … Anastasia.

Bob Boyd

Always liked the song
Love is in The Air
A love so real
So pervasive
So palpable
A love so real
It permeated
The very air
A love so real
So tangible
So radiant
It was in everything
And everywhere
But mostly in
The hearts of you
And your new love

Bob Boyd

A Government official
said he’s seen videos
where UFOs go into
and out of the water,
as if it’s not there.

I’ve heard of this many
times before, but never
from the lips of a
government official.

I’ve also read of UFOs
hovering over nuclear sites.

Some UFOlogists believe
if the nukes are about to be
unleashed, aliens will prevent
the nuclear annihilation of
our human race.

I like the thought of that.
I’d prefer aliens be benevolent
instead of malevolent,
saviors of our world
rather than destroyers of it.

Bob Boyd

never liked it when
in a song or a movie
the singer or the actor
said
i will love you till the day i die

because

i liked
i will love you forever
better

and i believe
romantic love
might be forever

because

in deathbed visions
a spouse
whose spouse
has preceded
her or him in death
sees the deceased
spouse in white light

waiting
loving
welcoming
her or him
into the afterlife

and i believe
that could
be
a validation
of romantic love
forever

and i believe
those that don’t
find that forever
in this life
might find it
in the afterlife

bob boyd

i never thought
when i was
retired i’d even
think about
being
uncontrolled
not controlled
by a boss
by time
by work
by obligations
by deadlines
by presentations
but now
that i am
retired
i revel
in living
free and
uncontrolled
for the
remainder
of my
work free
uncontrolled
liberated life

bob boyd

I love Roses Discount Stores
Like a mini Walmart
Without the ubiquitous
Hordes of shoppers
Hassles of long checkouts
Minus the hassles
Of jammed up parking lots
Though Roses doesn’t have
As many goods as Walmart
It’s got enough for me
What I can’t find there
I can buy online
And shopping there
Is like a pleasure cruise
Compared to what
At Walmart is a
Titanic-like disastrous
Shopping experience for me
And this is an objective
Critique of Roses
Even though they
Gave me a $300 gift
Certificate to write this
Glowing review about them

I’m just kidding about the
$300 gift certificate
Spoofing reviewers on
Amazon who claim they are
Writing objective reviews after
Being given free products
Obvious bribes
By the companies they are
Writing the glowing
Reviews about

Bob Boyd

Populated by advanced humans
Some say
Others say aliens
Whatever they are
If they exist
They live in absolute peace
Which we lack above the earth
A sun inside the hollow earth too
Fruits and vegetables grow
Much larger there than on earth
Men and women grow taller
And they live longer
The inner world extends from
The north pole to the south pole

Heard an extremely intelligent guy
Talking about this on Coast to Coast
He spoke with complete confidence
And unflagging believe in the hollow earth
Despite having never seen it
But he said the earth rings like a bell
After an earthquake
Which to him meant it was hollow
Like a Bell
And to my surprise
He was right about the ringing

It was enjoyable hearing his
Detailed descriptions
Of an inner earth with life and a sun
A captivating tale
A fascinating conspiracy theory
That I just cannot believe

But to put my tin hat on
For a far reaching moment
I have an enduring fascination
With Bigfoot and believe
Given over 75,000 alleged sightings
All those people reporting the sightings
Cannot all be liars or pranksters
But since there seems not to be
Any Bigfoot corpses
Any creditable films
And no concrete proof
I can only speculate if Bigfoot is real
He must be interdimensional
And this is not my exclusive theory
A theory held by many
That I find plausible

Bob Boyd

She becomes beautiful in his eyes
Most beautiful woman on the planet
His heart endlessly captivated
By her womanly ways
By her enchanting charms

Other women no longer exist
No matter how beautiful
No matter how alluring
He cannot see them

He cannot stop thinking
About her
Sweet thoughts of her
Always in his mind
Every minute of every hour
Every day and every night

Wants to be with her
As much as possible
And forever and ever
His heart aches
When away from her
He cannot live without her

She’s everything he
Ever wanted
The joy he feels with her
Must be like heaven

A single look from her
A single touch of her hand
His heart melts
A single kiss
His heart in heaven
All gone now
Lost in time

Young men
Bursting with life
And dreams
Have their romances
Alone old men
Have only
Their memories

Bob Boyd

Cornflower blue eyes
Golden blonde hair
Enchanting voice
Elegant and angelic
Beautiful teenage dream
Goddess at teenage dance
Accepted his offer to dance
Sweet sixteen playing
He fell in love
She did too
A long distance
Teenage romance
Her in Jersey
Him in Massachusetts
You Belong to me
Their song
September came
Heart aches when apart
Heaven when together
Summer love
Marriage one day
High school prom in Jersey
Something off
Teenage romance fading
Writing on the wall
Heart break coming
Cheated on him
Teenage love
Marriage plans
You Belong to Me
All dead
Gone forever
A thousand tears

Bob Boyd

I believe in the estimated 4.54 billion years
that earth has existed
that other advanced civilization may have
have inhabited this planet millions of
years before our civilization.

I find it more than plausible and suspect
that someday science will confirm it.

Imagine what a find that would be.
Imagine if an advanced civilization or
civilizations had been buried deep in
the earth after the millions of years
and changes in and on the planet.

I would like to see that day come
before I die and I become buried
deep in time and eventually what
is left of me vanishes into the
earth and is forgotten just like
ancient civilizations
might have been.

Bob Boyd

Yeah, I know there’s quite a difference
between exceeding the speed limit
and putting chips on numbers on bingo cards.

But for me the restraints of a 55 miles
an hour speed limit is comparable to the
restraints of sitting at a table and putting
dinky chips on those cards.

Truth be known, I’d rather be driving
faster than 55 on an open highway
than sitting in a boxed in room mindlessly
putting chips on freakin’ bingo cards.

But if I get hard up and get so de lu lu
that I feel the need for one of those
so called “age appropriate” (hate
that expression) women in my
reclusive life, or if I became brain dead
enough, maybe I’d go play bingo for amore
or for something mentally challenging
to do.

Bob Boyd

But, kidding aside, I can see how for many people bingo provides a source of socialization. For seniors who are alone, it can add some time with people in their lives and probably be beneficial to their mental and physical wellbeing. I write that as someone who worked with the elderly for decades, and when I walked through the senior center of the nonprofit I worked at, I saw many old people having fun playing bingo.

Heard the slang word de lu lu for the first time today, had a feeling it meant cray cray.

Amazing how new slang words come and go and popular words and expressions too.

I can remember a time when cool things and cool people were heavy and something really amazing was outtasight, or it might have been far out.

I can remember visiting a guru in upstate New York and a young woman who sat next to him at his talks who always said – Excellent! Excellent! ad nauseum, as if the guru had given her that word as her parrot-like mantra. Squawk. Squawk.

And there was a time when bread that you put peanut butter on and even put cheese between the slices of it was considered currency.

For example, “Hey, Man, what’s happening? You got any bread to pay for the tickets to that Grateful Dead Concert?”

And speaking of bread, I recall how when toast became more than bread you heated up in a toaster. And believe me if you valued your reputation or your life, you didn’t want to be toast.

Now I always hear people talking about seeing things through a lens or having to unpack things like topics instead of luggage.

Do they need these lenses because they feel there’s a lack of mental acuity in the world?

And why go to the trouble of unpacking a topic when you can just talk about it? Why include that unnecessary baggage about it?

But in terms of all these slang words and popular expressions, I guess it just is what it is.

Later, time for me to split.

Bob Boyd

Until I began researching dragons
of different cultures
days ago, I never knew Native
Americans had dragons in their
culture.

And that some of the symbolism
relates to Protection, Power,
Transformation, and Traversing
Realms.

This is why I have a Native
American woman with a multi colored
dragon at the top of this blog now.

I’m kind of hoping it’s my final
banner or maybe I’ll have a rotating
banner with two or three other
rotating banners.

But I’m kind of hooked on this
Native American banner; I like
Native American things, and I
really like how that banner looks.

Been to powwows, listened to
a Native American storyteller
long ago in faraway Vermont,
visited a Native American museum,
and did a presentation on
resources for the aging at a
Native American seniors group
here in Greensboro years ago.

And I feel it’s critical to keep
the Native American culture alive,
to never let it die.

Bob Boyd

Peace isn’t luck.
For six years stand facing a silent wall,
Until the ‘you’ of your face,
Melts like a candle.

Ikkyu

The “you” of my face has never melted like a candle.
I’ve never become ONE with the universe.
But my heart has melted a number of times
when I fell in love with the one, a new love.

That said, I know what Ikkyu is meaning.
Your little self melts into the bigger Self
and your mind is blown beyond the
dualities into the eternal ONENESS.

And the way he is describing is the Zen
Zazen where you Zen meditate earnestly
with the goal of melting into the cosmos.

And the melting reminds me of a song where
a singer sings elatedly that he’s going
to melt with a woman.

Now that may sound sexual, but I like
thinking about it romantically like the “you”
of your heart melting with the “you” of
her heart – heart to heart romantically
united in the euphoria, the incomparable
ecstasy of high-flying, airborne true love.

Bob Boyd

I remember when we met in that park just outside of Harvard Square.
You were the quintessential flower girl in your paisley dress and with a flower in your beautiful long, loose hippie hair.

We weren’t in the peace and love mecca, Haight-Ashbury Cali LA, but we might as well have been as mystical and magical as that Cambridge MA summer of love park was.

I felt the connection when you glanced at me with those irresistible sky blue eyes. My beating heart told me that sunny day was going to be the beginning of our summer of love.

To me you were as wondrously mysterious as a will-o’-the-wisp and like an ethereal goddess above all mortal women, who magically captured my heart, my love, my life in a summer’s minute.

Though when summer was done, you moved back to your parent’s estate in Queens, New York, and I moved back to a small town in Vermont,

and you became an ex hippie socialite, and I became a struggling writer doing menial jobs to support my craft, I knew I didn’t fit into your high class caste.

And though the summer love cooled off in the chilling winds of fall,

and the ill-fated, amorous dream was waked and buried in a cold reality,

that summer of love was the best summer of my life, the greatest of them all.

Bob Boyd

In her twenties
out out on weekends
partying at the clubs
beautiful and popular
enjoying life

But serious, studious about
her education
graduated from college
magna cum laude

In middle age a great career
selling prime real estate
to wealthy buyers
and still beautiful
and popular with
her social set

But she didn’t let her
success, her money,
her beauty or her popularity
make her feel she was
superior to those who
had less advantages
and little money

She donated fortunes
to causes that helped
the poor, the sick,
the elderly and
the disabled

When she retired
she devoted her
life to the sick and the dying
volunteering at hospice
five days a week

A life well lived
gifted, successful, humble,
kind and caring

Bob Boyd

When he died, he didn’t know he had lived.
Just liked when he lived he didn’t know he
had come from the afterlife before he lived.
Why this sort of intended amnesia is a
mystery known only by the self realized sage,
who has found the keys to unlock the door
to liberation, escaping the revolving doors of
death and life, knower of the hidden mysteries.

Bob Boyd

When they fell in love,
he promised here
he’d never leave her

The hugs, the kisses,
the caresses, the hands
held, a romance like heaven

Three years past, a love
that would last until she
contracted a chronic

disease that rendered her
unable to walk and the man
who vowed to never leave her

who promised he’d love her
forever, exited her life just
when she needed him most

Bob Boyd

He ran 45 minutes every other night
and felt the runner’s highs
in all of the nightly runs.

He liked the coolness of the night,
the fewer cars on the roads he
ran on.

But then during one of his hundreds
of runs in his thirties, he heard a
snapping in his right knee

and he limped all the way home,
and saw a doctor the next day
who said his knee would be okay

after an arthroscopy a few days
later, and he’d be able to run again
just like he had for years.

The operation done, the rest, and
the rehab over, he started a new run
with his healed knee.

But after only a few minutes, pain
in his knee and his running
ended forever

with no guarantees another operation
would fix the knee completely
and could make it worse.

Bob Boyd

Life is bursting in the trees outside my apartment
with a chorus of birds singing merrily in them
who were silent during the colder months.

It’s as if the end of the month of April has brought
them all to life with a symphony of separate songs,
as if each bird is playing a different instrument.

And for the first time in the eleven years I’ve lived here,
I’m really hearing the birds and their many melodies.

Bob Boyd