Day: April 13, 2025

It was believed the legendary Chinese emperor Yandi was born from his mother’s telepathic union with a dragon. Imagine if on some other interdimensional level that were true.

Imagine if that were a common practice with mothers of future emperors in ancient China and dragons were real and true symbols of imperial power.

Though grandiose, I like the idea of that. And I like Chinese dragons.

I like that they are symbols of cosmic balance, luck, and protection.

I like the unique and exotic way they look, and that they are thought to be celestial.

Sure this is all mythological, but imagine if in some world, in some dimension, the claims and the stories about Chinese dragons were all true.

I like the idea of that. Maybe you do too.

Bob Boyd

Gifted Chinese poet Cu Gheng wrote poetry at an early age
One of the rebellious, Misty Poets who didn’t follow the CCP
Risked their lives writing poems that didn’t align with the party line
Hailed as a great poet writing innovative surrealist verse
Cu Cheng had one major flaw. He was insanely controlling
And physically abusive to Xie Yi, his beautiful, Chinese wife
Though he may have loved her in some crazed, unloving way
He murdered her with an ax and hung himself to death in 1993

Bob Boyd

and a real love of your life happened in the afterlife; and crushes that never happened but should have became real and lasting, true loves there too.

and were even better and realer than those fairy tales with happy ever after never ending loves that never happened in this often lovelorn, weary world.

imagine if the afterlife were a fairy tale-like paradise where you could just wish for a lasting true love, and like in the fairy tales that wish would come true.

sure I’m a dreamer with a vivid, maybe overactive imagination, but I’m writing these words like wishes hoping that dreams of eternal romantic love will come true in the afterlife evermore for me and for you.

Bob Boyd

When I lived in Vermont, I saw on TV that a woman had been shot to death by her POS monster of an ex-husband in a busy parking lot in front of a grocery store.

Things like this not only sadden me for the woman but enrage me that a man, like a monster, would harm or kill a woman.

And though I’m a lot about gentleness, peace and love, I’d have no problem with these monsters being put to death.

And I wish penalties and protections were stronger for woman physically abused by their supposed to be loving partners.

I’ve seen where Restraining Orders offer little protection with SOB abusers violating them, sometimes killing the insufficiently protected women.

I’d like to see serious jail times for these cowardly monsters among real men, the good husbands and boyfriends who are gentle, caring and loving to their wives and girlfriends unlike those cruel and wicked abusers.

I’m not a believer in eternal damnation, but were I God and if there were a hell, I’d send all these POS men to it, regardless of their excuses or so called extenuating circumstances.

Pisses me off that some of my gender are so cruel, fucked up, and monsters to women.

Bob Boyd

Started writing poems a little over a year ago after an unexpected cancer diagnosis and a brief hospital stay with many tests and examinations.

Now I’m 80 years of age and feel healthy as a racing horse with the cancer gone and still working out and riding my exercise bike for 2 hours daily.

I see these poems as being like swan songs that I write till the end of my life, going out with words that are like musical lyrics to me, a final symphony of swan songs.

The problem is a doctor at the hospital said I could live another 30 years, and that’s a long time for an aging mind to keep writing poems.

And, quite frankly, I don’t want to live 30 more years with the risks of debilitating diseases and mental impairments, like dementia.

Not to mention the diminished quality of life as one reaches the 90s and beyond.

But in the meantime, I’ll just keep composing these poems for as long as I can.

Bob Boyd

I don’t know about you, but I could never live
in those rocket ships astronauts travel in space with.

Instead of being a space cowboy, I’d be a space coward.

For example, the Boring Starliner rocket that the
astronauts were trapped in for over 9 months
was 390 cubic feet.

It was no larger than a small room or a large closet.

I’d get claustrophobic in such a small space
for even a day.

I’d fear things that could go wrong in space,
a barely known place.

I’d fear being blown up in a take off explosion blast.

I’m nowhere near as brave as those fearless
space travelers.

But I would be heroically brave in other circumstances.

Without hesitation, I would have taken a bullet for a young woman I used to work with.

I was too old for her for a romance, even though I know she had a crush on me, and I would have wanted to be with her if there hadn’t been over 40 years between us.

I had something close to unconditional love for her.

Because I’d lived a full life, I easily could have afforded to die for her.

I could not bear the thought of her hopes, dreams, her life ending in such a horrible way.

Despite that gallant thought, which I would have gone through with instantly,

I’d be a coward in living like the brave astronauts traveling in a rocket ship no larger than a small room.

Bob Boyd