Month: May 2025

count all the grains of sand in the deserts of the world
count all the drops of water in the seven seas
count all the stars in the billions of galaxies
none of those totals
could ever come close
to all the love
in my heart for you

bob boyd

after my work out
i pick up my car at 2pm today
a new tire and an oil change
and to indulge myself i’ll
drive to harris teeter and
use a harris teeter coupon i
have for a huge savings on a
pint of Ben and Jerry’s
ice cream

on the way back to my car
parked near duck donuts
i’ll stop in duck donuts
and buy two of their
incomparably delicious
plain doughnuts baked
while i wait

ice cream and donuts
a treat for an old man
who doesn’t give a damn
about what some would
consider unhealthy food

and maybe occasionally
eating ice cream and
donuts are my only vices
and good for my soul

there are far worse things
i could be doing
like wasting the rest of
my waning years
whether a few or twenty
mindlessly watching
meaningless tv shows all day
on a mind numbing tv screen

or drinking myself to death
in some musty old bar
babbling about nonsensical things
with other drunken old men
barely able to think or speak
nearly incapacitated from
loneliness and too much alcohol

or being driven crazy
living with the wrong woman
who seemed like the right
woman when we first met when
she was on her best behavior

sometimes being alone is better
than being with someone with whom
you are miserable and lonely with

i end this rambling poem thinking
about the ice cream and the donuts
the way i once thought of meeting
a woman for a date

admittedly a poor comparison
to the wonders and charms
of a woman

but it works for me

bob boyd

she seemed ethereal and angelic
as if she were a goddess come
to the planet

he couldn’t believe his luck in
being with her

and always felt unworthy of a
woman so incredibly nice
and seemingly perfect

his heart was crushed when
at age twenty seven she
died of a fatal cancer

his mind was amazed at how
she was unaffected by her
impending death
smiling and serene all the way
through and to the end
and how she assured him
they would be together again
in a higher world as if it were true

she seemed to have some
healing powers she never
spoke of

after he was with her
for a week
his chronic depression
he had all his life
vanished
he never had anxiety again
and unlike before he met
her he always woke up happy

things he attributed to having
been with her
and that continued after
her death

thirty and also dying from
a cancer now he sees her in
dreams comforting him
and ready to welcome
him into that higher world
she spoke of when living
and he knows it is true

bob boyd

so many alien abduction cases
aliens coming through walls
taking people through walls
as though they have the
ability to change matter

non consensual medical
examinations and probings
some abductees allege to
have seen humans standing
in large tubes for what they
didn’t know

some think 411s are related
but for what they don’t know
animal mutilations believed
done by aliens too

perhaps harvesting organs
for unknown medical
purposes

abducting aliens said to be
small and bigger grays

some other classifications
of aliens are
nordics
reptilians
tall whites
ebens
trantaloids
archquloids
quadaloids
heplaloids

the more you look into
these seemingly implausible
matters

the more you find whether
true or all bunk
the prevailing question is
why have scientists not
identified or even seen
all these aliens

the answer is
if aliens are real
they move in and out
of dimensions and
are mostly invisible

the following are not bunk

ufos have been seen entering
and exiting the sea by
naval personnel

ufos have been seen
hovering nuclear sites
all over the world

it is believed by ufologists
that if the nukes are
unleashed

aliens will stop the nukes
and save the planet
and that is why ufos are
seen around nuclear sites

hard to distinguish fact
from fiction with a lot of
alien lore

but i believe some of it
is undoubtedly true

bob boyd

oh how i hate lip readers
you may be okay with them
but hell no i’m not

more and more i see them
on the news lip reading
people’s private conversations
an invasion of privacy too far

i don’t care about people’s
private conversations
i don’t want to see them
snooped on by annoying
lip readers in that rude way

oh how i hate lip readers
and wish they’d go away

bob boyd

talk about a
day sucking
my car got
a flat tire today
but I’ve got AAA
with single call
help was
right on the way

the tire was shot
need a new one
but the AAA guy
pumped enough
air into the
flat tire
so i could drive
my car to the
repair shop
minutes away

tomorrow a
new tire and
an oil change

got a ride home
from the repair
people

but the best
news was
the AAA guy
and the repair
station employee
that drove me
home
both said
i don’t look
anywhere near
80 years of age

maybe that’s
because i don’t
feel 80

chronologically
i feel 60 and
i’ve always
looked young
for my age

bob boyd

the san pedro haunting
also known as the jackie hernandez case
began when jackie felt a presence
that eventually began to reveal itself
it escalated in strange and varied ways
a cup gliding off a table
a frightening male apparition staring at her son
that looked at her menacingly and vanished
a floating head in the attic
strange whispers up there too
friends and neighbors also experienced these
scary paranormal manifestations

when priests were not effective
and didn’t believe her story
jackie sought more help and called in
professional paranormal investigators
and a parapsychologist named barry taff
who had experience with 3,000 cases
and a photography expert to debunk any fake photos
when they entered the house skeptical of
the things jackie told them about the haunting
the entire team felt an unsettling feeling
and a pressure in their ears
and smelled foul, rotting scents in the house

the photographer went up in the attic
felt a frightening feeling of being watched
before his camera was snatched out of his hand
and broken in two pieces
he screamed and scrambled down from the attic
and knew beyond doubt the house was haunted
by an unseen evil force that could reach
from the dead into this world and cause harm

other strange and frightening things
happened to the entire team in that house
a menacing dark giant shadow that moved about
a strange liquid leaking into the house
that was actually blood plasma from a human male

eventually jackie moved many miles away from the house
to escape the frightening, dark harassments
but the spirit followed to her new home and
began haunting it and resumed frightening her
until it eventually vanished never to return

though many of these alleged haunting stories
are well crafted clever fakes
this one was well documented and
might have been bona fide

bob boyd

some people claim they have experienced them
some say their houses were haunted by them
some catholic priests allege they have exorcized them
some tv shows and documentaries seem believable about them
as for me, i’ve never seen any of them in real life
perhaps because i never put any stock in them
or tried to summon them with ouija boards or seances
though i have seen two deceased people in dreams
one a native american medicine man, the other an old friend
perhaps summoned by the empathy i had for them

bob boyd

maybe because i’m a lone wolf
is the reason i like real wolves
and fictional werewolves
maybe we’re like common kin
in some magical mystical way
if reincarnation is factual
maybe I ran with a wolf pack
in one of my transmigrational times
or since I have an empathy for
native americans and have been
to powwows many times
maybe in a former like I was
a native american and the wolf
was my family’s totem
concerning former lives and wolves
one thing i am certain of
i was never a werewolf

bob boyd

he was an ultimate party guy
he could drink anybody under the table
get up you pussy he’d jokingly say when others passed out
a friend said he thought the party guy would end up on skid row
an addicted going nowhere drunk who would die there
because he drank so often and too damn much
but everything changed when night turned to day
and the Light lit him up and he never drank or partied again
because the Light left him with spiritual energy streaming up in him that was never going down
that made even talking a drink like pouring dirty swamp water into pristine spring water
and the Light irrevocably changed his life forever

bob boyd

sometimes i envied monks
their lives of detachment
how they don’t seem to
have the longings that
anchor most to the world
how they seem impervious
to the need for romantic
love and the attachments
to the things of this life
trading those for peace
and advanced spirituality

sometimes i thought of
becoming a monk without
but i just couldn’t live
without a woman and
deny myself the joys of
romantic love and living
free of the restraints
and the sacrifices
and the renunciations
of a monk living in an
isolated womanless world

bob boyd

though my memory of you is hazy
i think i was maybe ten
when i knew you
i was too young for romantic love
when i knew you
but i do remember vaguely
when i used to walk you home
and how it felt so good talking to you
and that you were a pretty girl
even though i can’t remember
what we talked about
i just remember how nice you were
and how nice it felt being with you
i have no memories of you
after those walks
when we both were about ten
and maybe almost had
a crush on each other
that we were to young
to do anything about
i just remembered you today
for the first time in decades
and i am wondering
whatever happened to you
and hoping you are still
alive and healthy and
are having a great life
or if you are no
longer living
i hope you had
a wonderful life

bob boyd

days and lives grow shorter
death comes nearer
memories and achievements
grow dimmer
as if they never happened
past loves
the good ones
the not so good ones
mostly forgotten
as if they never happened
things that used to matter
don’t matter so much anymore
as the end draws nearer
and everything grows dimmer
and your life has melted away
and you wonder where it all went
before you close your eyes
and you are more alone
than ever when you realize
you are about to die

bob boyd

Home from the Vietnam War, two tours,
Wheelchair confined, broken body, traumatized mind.
High School sweetheart wife waited through the
Years, the tears, the fears. Cared For him,
Stayed with him, loved him through PTSD,
Times of depression and despair, hospital stays,
Many health problems, her love, her caring unwavering
Through it all till at age sixty- eight when he died,
Wife at his bedside. Could love be truer than that?

Bob Boyd

Unfettered gypsy spirits fearlessly catch cobras and poisonous lizards in India.
Tame cobras, display them in gypsy shows magically controlling the cobras
Gypsy women dancing beautifully, the soft sounds of their whirling feet, mesmerizing mantras.
The air perfumed with sweet sandalwood scents, the ambience extraordinary.
Self-designed radiant clothes, outward displays of joyful liberated lives.
Funerals celebrated with music and dance, death a natural freeing event.
Lives unbound by 9 to 5 grinds; no company owns their souls.
No pressure to be better than others or get degrees from the right colleges and tread
waning career paths desperately trying to get to the top of the heap.
No keeping up with neighbors’ expensive perishables; everything eventually perishes,
no matter the glitter.
Pure living, spontaneous, free, now, forever – Cobra Gypsies.

Bob Boyd

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 birdike 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