Month: August 2025

55 lost his job
feels aged out
of the workforce
can’t find work
can’t pay bills
marriage failing
nerves on edge
unemployment
running out
never thought
this would
happen to him
a punctual hard
worker all his life

Bob Boyd

Speeding down an icy hill
impervious to any risks
great to be a kid on a sled.
The winter cold that makes
me shiver now no problem
back then. Winter like a
pleasure cruise sliding on
that trusty sled. Now that
I’m an old man it’s all just
a memory, from a faraway
place and time, something
else in my life forever gone.

Bob Boyd

At first she abducted him for breeding
a human alien hybrid.
Somewhere in the course of the experiment
she fell in love with him and he with her.
Though she had blue skin and hair like thick
rolling rivulets, the rest of her was similar to him.
Of course their relationship is unconventional,
but he loves her so much he calls her his wife.
You may see weirdness in that.
I see it as magical.

Bob Boyd

Helen saved a dog from being put down
in a dog shelter because of overcrowding.
He had been there too long unwanted.
Had it not been for Helen, a day later
that dog she adopted would have been dead.
Helen showered the dog with love,
made her home a palace for him.
But despite her kindness, one day the
dog snapped and savaged Helen.
People said it was the breed of the dog.
Others believed the dog had been
abused by a cruel former owner.
Whatever the reasons, they mattered
little to Helen who was dead.

Bob Boyd

Cancer has come for her at just 30 years of age.
She knows now that it is terminal, no hope.
Never married, no kids, she cries at all she will miss.
She cannot understand why her?
Why was she marked for this fatal fate?
Why at such a young age does she have to die?
No answers come. No prayers save her.
Now she no longer seeks answers, accepts her fate.
Now she no longer prays to God for a healing.
She prays she will go to a better life in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

The leaves are shaking on a towering tree
moved to dance by the ubiquitous wind.

They seem to enjoy the dance as much
as humans at a fabulous ball.

The branches on the tree join in, the
dancing is contagious.

Only the trunk of the tree remains immobile,
perhaps it cannot dance.

Bob Boyd

She thought she had it all figured out.
Marry a guy with money, live the privileged life.
At first it was like a fairy tale, the dream fulfilled.
But as with anything else eventually it lost its allure.
It became a ho hum life despite the money and
all the material things galore.
And all the stuff money could by eventually wasn’t
enough to fill the emptiness in her heart and her life.

Bob Boyd

She said I was an octogenarian, as though
I was some kind of different species, and a
classification I hadn’t been labeled before.
Since I have this new title, I’m wondering
where are the benefits titles usually confer?
I’d think with a wordy title like that, there’d
be some mega bennies, but all I have is eight
centuries of living and a worthless title that
sounds too pompous and has no perks.
I might as well be called an octopus for all
an octogenarian title benefits or describes
me, and how nobody gives a damn about it.
It’s not like I have the title of a duke or a king.
Rather than flaunt my worthless title, I’ll just
remain a humble eighty year old man.

Bob Boyd

Living in a third world country is like
an educational experience.
You get to see what poor really is.
No first world benefits. No multitude
of programs for the impoverished.
No poor people with cars, food
stamps, and other benefits.
Poor is poor, and you better
hope you have the support of
a family to help you survive.
Child support may be nonexistent.
If a man gets a woman pregnant
and desserts her, she may be on
her own minus any child support.
Living in a first world country after
living in a third world country makes
you see how lucky you really are.

Bob Boyd

Some seers claimed they knew
what the afterlife was all about.
Some NDEers believe they experienced
what it is all about.
I don’t believe having all the answers
about the afterlife is possible.
I don’t believe a person can know what
the afterlife is all about until a person is
not just temporarily dead but permanently dead,
provided an afterlife is more than just dead
and buried or burned to ashes and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

My newfound love of my life said she
had something called Entomophobia.
I had no idea what that humongously
large word meant nor its implications.
She said it was a dread of insects.
I said I could understand that because
creepy crawly spiders creeped me out.
When she moved into my apartment to
make it a love nest, all was love and bliss
until a single cockroach crept under the
front door of my apartment, and my love
began sweating and freaking out as if
the end of the world was happening.
She shrieked like a woman on fire, packed
her suitcases, said we were done, and
flew out my life, gone forever.
And as I never saw a single cockroach
in my apartment before, I swear that little
demon was a buzzkill cockroach from hell.

Bob Boyd

Chanting Cicada Monks

I hear the cicada monks chanting their
nightly prayers with their sacred tymbals.
I wonder if with all that vigorous chanting,
any of them have attained enlightenment.
Some people think the chants are for sex,
but the cicadas are far higher evolved
than chanting for hours merely for procreation.
Sometimes they copulate out of nature’s
necessity to propagate their species.
Most of the time they are on a higher path
tirelessly chanting their sutras over and over,
experiencing profound moments of cosmic bliss,
striving toward getting off the wheel of rebirth,
and transcending into the higher, eternal bliss,
instead of merely singing noisily in towering trees.

Bob Boyd

While picking through various bargains
at my local dollar store, out of the corner
of my left eye, I spied a bona fide Dogman
shopping in the toy section. Terrified,
petrified, I pretended I didn’t see him.
I fled with my purchases to the front of
the store to cash out fast. I told the two
workers about the cryptid that had
invaded their store. They laughed as if I
were bonkers or making a silly joke
and said they didn’t see anything
unusual come into the store.
Still panicked, I dashed out of there with
my purchases, and that night I saw on the
evening news that six people including
the two employees had been slaughtered in
that store by some kind of howling beast
that got away.

Bob Boyd

I have read of all sorts of cryptids
that no one has ever found any
definitive proof about, far as I know.

Some of the sightings of some of these
cryptids are in the high thousands and
all over the USA.

Some of the people who claim to have seen
them seem creditable as opposed to hoaxers
just having some fun.

Though I’m skeptical about most of these
thousands upon thousands of sightings, I
find one theory plausible.

Imagine if all or some of these cryptids
were from other dimensions and could appear
and disappear into the out of our world.

I think it’s possible many or some of
these creatures could be denizens of
other dimensions, if any of them are real.

Bob Boyd

On her dating app she required a man
making 500k per year.
I read her bio and felt her goods were
overpriced.
I shopped for other women at discount
costs on the dating app.
I found one at 100k, still more than I
wanted to pay, and despite her boasts
about her educational credentials, I
didn’t find anything else in her bio
worth the 100k.
I shopped through the other selections
and found some without price tags on
their love.
I chose a beautiful free spirit, who
cared more about a man’s heart than
his bank account, and we dated and
fell in non-commercial love.

Bob Boyd

What’s the point of people living and dying?
Is it to prod them to seek an afterlife paradise,
and failing that prodding sent to a hell?

Is it a one shot deal, done and dead, with the hope
of heaven or a hopeless, eternal damnation?

Or do they keep coming back on the wheel of
transmigration until they spiritually evolve enough
to attain an eternal bliss consciousness?

Or is it all a pointless drama with the ending
of people into the grave and nothingness,
an obliteration of what they had been?

Bob Boyd

Imagine if in ancient times a religion were
conjured up, believed into being.

Imagine if a bird god was the god of that
conjured up religion.

Imagine if the real God took pity
on the misguided conjurers

and mercifully imbued himself
into the imagined bird god

for the sake and salvation of the
people and the conjurers.

Bob Boyd

Birds fell dead from the sky.
Animals dropped dead on the ground.
Humans expired in the streets and in homes.
An enemy’s massive chemical attack,
unprovoked and unseen coming,
spread over the entire country,
instant and total annihilation,
a war won by insidious means.

Bob Boyd

Some people claim they’ve
received mindspeak from Bigfoot.
In other words, telepathic
communications.

Supposedly with his mindspeak,
Bigfoot can transfer emotions
as well.

Some Bigfoot researchers claim it’s
just woo-woo stuff, but others
believe it is true.

There are people who claim to
have experienced it, hearing his
words in their heads.

Maybe Bigfoot mindspeak is real, or
maybe it is merely a hoax or claims
by delusional people.

But whether real, a hoax, or imaginary,
I find it compelling regardless, and
it truly intrigues me.

And if you’re a Bigfoot reading this,
lets meet in the beta waves and
mindspeak together.

Bob Boyd

It occurred to me today
that I would be okay

if death were like sleep
without the dreams

a restful undisturbed
lasting peace

no cares
no worries
beyond it all

no needs
no disappointments
like a tranquil twilight
in a darkened night

Bob Boyd