Day: May 24, 2025

Had to get my driver’s license renewed 3 months ago.

Dread.

Didn’t know what to expect.

Studied the questions, just in case.

Knew I’d look like crap in the photo
the DMV would take of me.

But miracle of miracles, almost like
Moses parting the red sea,

I liked the photo they took of me

for the first time since I’ve had
those usually lousy DMV photos taken.

I looked years younger and far
better than I imagined I would.

Maybe I’m aging backwards.

Or, more likely,

maybe I need new glasses, lol.

Bob Boyd

Decades ago, maybe when I
was in my forties, I tried a dating
site.

I saw a photo of a quite attractive
brown-haired woman.

I was close to enamored by how
good she looked.

When I contacted her and she
agreed to meet, I felt blessed.

But when we met, she looked
nothing like her photo.

She looked at least twenty
years older and had lost her looks.

Her brown hair had turned gray
and she was no longer slender.

Out of politeness, I didn’t show
my displeasure

or say anything about how she
didn’t look at all like her photo.

Inwardly I was disappointed by
her deception

and after a difficult evening of
acting like everything was okay

I was so relieved when the deception
was over.

Bob Boyd

greys
nordics
reptilians
insectoids

not long ago
discussed at governmental
level

discussed by many
for decades

the question is
is that all true

after looking into
these matters
for about a year

i think it’s plausible
there’s something
to it

bob boyd

Sometimes I see a woman in dreams, real it seems.
I can’t compel my mind to tell if from heaven or hell.
Maybe repressed love manifesting in dreams above.
Or deceptive blood-sucking succubus, a seduction lie.
Perhaps some future love hovering like a waiting dove.
Maybe a soulmate to meet me at the eternal gate.
It’s all a nighttime mystery to me;
What and why impossible to see.

Bob Boyd

Some people call Bigfoot Tree Peeker.
I don’t get that — big as he is, bad as he looks
Why would he need to hide and peek at anybody?
Okay, okay, I see your irrefutable point;
I see why I’m absolutely wrong
He’s seen the movie King Kong.

Bob Boyd

The days and nights whirl away.
The months and years slip by.
It all happens as if suddenly,
as you get closer to the grave.

Bob Boyd

Abracadabra!
Nature’s magic
wand waving
2 guppies
become a twenty
eventually thousands

Prolific fish
procreation kings
and queens

Some declare
God makes no mistakes

But are so many babies
multiplying ad infinitum
necessary

Or is this
offspring overstock
necessary staples
for bigger fish
survival

If so
woe to
baby guppies

Bob Boyd

I’ve watched many crime shows.
I like the way the police put together
the pieces and solve the crimes.
I find their methods fascinating.
But I cannot watch crime shows
about serial killers.
I find it too disturbing hearing
about how they tortured and
murdered their victims – usually
women, sometimes children.
I don’t like seeing them given
any coverage for their demonic
infamy and all the innocent
people they savagely slaughter.
To me it’s close to an unintended
glorification of the worst
monsters among men.

Bob Boyd

dreamed about a woman last night
attractive, playful, teasingly fun
a fun dream that ended too soon

dreams about women are the
closest I’ve come to being with
a woman in over ten years now,
the longest I’ve ever been without
a woman in my life –

mostly by design

mostly by not caring to play
any games or suffer any heartaches

mostly because I didn’t want to
be with younger women who
flirted with me when I was in
the work force over a year ago,
that some old men might have
considered gifts from God

but with age and acquired wisdom
I see the futility of
relationships with women
decades younger than me
that I’m old enough to be
a grandfather to

perhaps these dreams of women
are a subconscious need manifesting
itself in my dreams once in a while

perhaps in those dreams the
repressed romantic in me is
aimlessly seeking love

Bob Boyd

Daily I hear them
the symphony of birds singing
different tones, different pitches
so many melodic songs I don’t
know the meaning of

I suspect it’s all about mating
lonely birds like lonely people
seeking a love and perhaps
driven by nature to procreate
and advance their species
just as human seem driven
with millions and millions of
us to advance our species.

Someday I plan to find out
which birds sing which songs
and maybe find out precisely
what the different songs mean
beyond simply mating calls
if they sing about other matters .

Bob Boyd