Day: May 6, 2025

Rabbits scurrying outside my apartment
Far from forests, far from better cover
How they survive and thrive
In the burbs is a mystery to me
Yet here they live abundantly
Though always on edge
They run and hide when they see me
How I wish they weren’t afraid of me
And knew I’d never harm them
How I wish we could be friends
It would be so serendipitous
If one day they ran to me
When they saw me outside
Happy to see me and
Maybe wanting to be petted by me

Bob Boyd

He told me had been a crow in a former life.
I wondered if he’d lost his mental faculties.
The strange things is he looked like one
But in a good way. He had the raven hair
And unusual but compelling birdlike eyes,
And women found his looks attractive,
Flocked around him like birds around seed.
I’ll never forget the day he asked me if
I believed his story about being a crow.
After I said sorry I just can’t believe it,
He spread his arms and cawed like a crow,
And the air was filled with hundreds of crows,
So many they blocked out the sun.
I swear it was like a crow apocalypse,
And it scared the holy hell out of me.
He cawed again and the crows flew away.

Bob Boyd

when i was a teenager
i was nothing like i am now

no seeking in me
just living life
as it came my way

no questioning the
purpose of it

no intellectual
speculations

but i did seem to have
some logic in me

once a christian kid
befriended me
but with an ulterior
motive

his friendship was
about proselytizing

to win my soul
for his religion

he said if you
do not follow jesus
you go to hell

i said what if natives
living on an island
never saw a missionary
or heard about jesus

would god send them
to hell because of
their ignorance of
jesus
it made no sense to me

now i believe that
the absolute in it’s
infinite mercy
would manifest in
the minds of those
natives in another way

for example

if those natives believed
a mountain was god
i believe the absolute
in its infinite mercy
would manifest through
that mountain to the natives
their mystics would have
confirming visions
and the natives would
become firm believers

furthermore i believe that
the ancient gods were
conduits to the divine
and that the absolute
honored that

bob boyd

a friend once told me a woman he was involved with
said they were not of this world

at the time he told me that I was probably in
my twenties

and thought in a way it sound kind of nice
like they were uniquely made for each other

and different from most people who seem to
be very much of this world

now with more years on me and more experiences
in life

I think the woman who loved my friend was right
but maybe in a way you had not imagined I would

for many the average time spent on this earth is
about 76 years of age, a blink in eternity

and if we live forever in some kind of afterlife
maybe none of us are really of this world

or if reincarnation is real and we are just here
for temporary lives

until we get off the wheel of rebirths
to me that would also suggest we are not really of this world

bob boyd

once I read humans would look like aliens
in the far future

bigger heads shaped like alien ones
spindly legs from not using them as much

bigger eyes like aliens
not sure why

maybe enlarged by
staring at computers and cell phones
constantly

thinner bodies overall
maybe from not having to use
them much due to modern conveniences

but I’m sure people would still work
out and probably have a pill which
would give you the same results
without having to work out

thinking about how human
bodies haven’t changed much
in thousands of years

I didn’t put any stock
in that theory

bob boyd

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes
by Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

I never read much poetry and didn’t have any interest in writing poetry until a little over a year ago, but I did hear or briefly see a handful of poems I liked. For instance:

A Red Red Rose by Robert Burns
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe
Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

And I liked this verse:

“To see the world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower
hold infinity in your hand
and eternity in an hour”

William Blake

To my right on the Soundcloud music widget a guy is singing about guarding his heart.

And he has a great voice as well.

And I love that indie song.

And the sage advice.

If only I had taken his advice on occasions when I didn’t guard my heart well enough.

If only I hadn’t been like that saying, “Fools rush in.”

But, alas, despite some of those unguarded, vulnerable heart decisions,

if I could go back in time, I probably wouldn’t guard my heart any better.

Looking back, I really don’t regret the times and the heartaches I had from not guarding my heart well.

Like the saying, “It is better to have loved and lost,” I really don’t regret any of those unguarded heart decisions.

In the greater scheme of things and life and death matters, romantic mistakes and broken hearts are really insignificant to me now, and I like that my heart has become strengthened and battle hardened.

And I think it’s better to take a chance on love, to, as the saying goes, throw caution to the winds, when like a miracle, into your lonely life a chance for love comes in.

Bob Boyd

In Northern Thailand Rhinoceros Beetles Battle
that can lift between 100 and 850 times their weight,
and inflict deadly damage with their pincher horns.

And like seasoned, world class MMA fighters,
their finely honed skill sets include:

Karate kicks and chops, spinning back kicks,
boxing feints and strikes, judo and jujitsu throws,
chokes and locks, and good ground games.

Spectators shout and cheer ecstatically and bet
Thai currency called baht all night on the fights.
Who would ever have thought bugs could
become synonymous with combat sports.

Bob Boyd

I loved you ten million years ago
before you and I were born.
Despite the mysteries of these matters,
the thousands of misaligned lives,
the thousands of misaligned loves.
I always knew we would be reunited
in this long awaited rendezvous.
And I’ll love you ten million years more
when our lives in this life are through.

Bob Boyd