Day: May 20, 2025

I’m Helen Duncan, clairvoyant, psychic and reputable medium
Born in Scotland, lived from 1897 to 1956. In 1941 during WW2
Unjustly accused of, and condemned for, being the last witch in Britain.
Arrested under the nonsense 1735 Witchcraft Act.
My crime, Duckies, being too bloody good at what I did.
In 1941 channeled a dead, drowned sailor who had a secret,
And the authorities locked me up, claimed I was a bloody spy.
Nonsense! Rubbish! The spirit of the deceased sailor revealed
to people at the seance a British naval ship, HMS Barham, had been sunk.
Through no fault of mine, the news was supposed to be Top Secret.
The skeptical authorities didn’t listen to the facts and sentenced
Me to nine months in jail for my indisputable spirit summoning skills,
Like the daft people who believe the moon is made of cheese.

Bob Boyd

Suspected of committing atrocities in the name of Satan
Nine witches and three sorcerers arrested
All innocent, but alleged to have killed many villagers
With nefarious spells, like blowing on a person and killing with breath
To determine guilt or innocence the twelve were were tossed into the water
Eleven who sank and drowned, good Christians going to heaven
The one who didn’t sink and drown right away condemned to the stake
Before she was burned at the stake, cursed the village of Mâlain
Claimed the curse would happen on the day of her death
Seven judges who passed judgment on her unconcerned about the curse
But were summoned to Paris for unjustly killing innocent people
Their claims of witchcraft rejected, the judges sentenced
Hanged to death on the gallows at the end of 1640

Bob Boyd

Leaves fluttering in the wind
Branches swaying slightly
Squirrel frolicking on tree limbs
Hidden Birds singing melodies
Nature in harmony
No chaos in sight
Profane leaf blower
Destroys the peace

Bob Boyd

listening to an old song by paul anka
i’m really feeling the part where he sings
about the warmth of a woman’s hand in his

i’m remember the long forgotten
feeling of holding hands with a woman

and the first time i held hands with
a girlfriend when i was a teenager
it was like an instinctive thing
and oh god how wonderful it felt

and oh how i would have liked
that feeling to last forever
like i felt in that moment
that my teenage love would

ah me, the memories of an old man
who once felt like he’d be young forever

bob boyd

i am like a god to the fish in my 5 aquariums
when I bestow food upon them from above twice daily

they swim so devotedly toward me
when i deign to approach their bubbling fish tanks

like supplicants seeing a vision of their god
like devotees ecstatic at the sight of their almighty

but i’m just kidding around here
they only get excited when they see me

because i am only like a lesser god
when from above i bring them food

otherwise i’m just another human schmuck to them
that they would pay little or no attention to

bob boyd

I remember how you smiled at me at my Medicare Presentation.
And days later I saw you at the senior center and you smiled at me again.
I waved at you wondering what was behind that beautiful smile.
How I wish I’d gotten to know the you behind that smile,
The most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
I suspect the inner you was far more beautiful.
But, alas, ships passed, never will I know
All the wonderful, loving treasures inside of you.
I never even knew your name, and I know I’ll never see you again.
Now you’re just a sweet memory in this repressed romantic’s imagination
Thinking about another one of those maybes that might have been.
And, ah me, my life has become like a walking soap opera.

Bob Boyd

You might look in the mirror and see wrinkles,
an old woman where once a young one stood.
To me you’re still beautiful, as desirable as ever.
Pity we’re not together.

Bob Boyd

that it would be the most heartbreaking loss that could ever happened
that my heart would break into a thousand pieces for her
that i’d cry thousands and thousands of tears over her death
from missing her and maybe never seeing her again
from the real possibility that our love was over forever
and i would not want to go on living without her
though i would go on living, but i would never be the same without her
and i would feel as though my heart died with her

now i see things differently from having been near death
and from all i learned about near death experiences
though my heart would still be broken in a thousand pieces
i would feel convinced she would experience the awakening of a lifetime
and be happier than anyone could ever be in this temporary life
where in a millisecond everything can go horribly awry
and based on what i know about deathbed visions
i would believe I would see her when i died and quite possibly
spend an eternity in love with her forever

bob boyd

this is not fiction
in mexico there is an island of the dolls
La Isla de las Muñecas
located in a lagoon
said to have the world’s largest
collection of haunted dolls
thousands of creepy, decaying and
broken dolls
hanging from trees and bushes
like a horror show forest of evil dolls
and I’m getting creeped out just
picturing this, lol
the locals claim the dolls come
alive at night, open their eyes,
twist and turn and walk about
people visit the island
for dark tourism
no way in hell I’d go there
unless I was involved with a
woman who wanted to
I’ve done riskier things for love 🙂

bob boyd