Month: September 2025

Some people go off too easily
a minor car accident and they
become needlessly enraged.
Other people stay mellow; it’s
just an accident after all.
It’s as if they have a mellow
barometer inside their heads
that keeps them calm no
matter what happens to them.
I don’t think that mellowness
is something you can cultivate
I think some are born with it.

Bob Boyd

I thought the stories about a supposed dogman
would eventually fizzle out, but they keep increasing.
Alleged sightings in nearly every state in the USA,
even some in Canada and worldwide.
What is going on here? Are these sightings all fake?
Or, are some of these sightings legitimate?
I cannot believe all these people could be liars.
I cannot believe all of them could be mistaken.
I cannot believe all of them are hoaxers.
More and more I wonder if some of these sightings
are cryptids popping in and out of this dimension
from unseen dimensions unknowable to us.

Bob Boyd

They had what seemed a perfect marriage,
did many activities together, so much in common.
He died in his fifties; I think of a heart attack.
Because they never had any children,
she was all alone until she died a few years later,
probably of a broken heart that never healed.

Bob Boyd

The nightcrawlers rose to the earth’s surface
after the rains drenched it.

They came up to migrate in the watery ground
to new homes and environments, a few of
them to mate.

They did not see the danger above, as robins
swooped down on them, capturing and devouring many.

Those that stayed underground faced greater dangers
when moles tunneled into their domain and destroyed
the entire nightcrawler population, nightcrawler doomsday,
a worm apocalypse.

Who would have thought being a worm would have posed
such deadly risks?

Not even worms have any safety in this violent predatory world.

Bob Boyd

He felt death coming,
as if it were tangible
like a physical entity
maybe it was
maybe the grim
was real to him and he
felt that figurative
being perceptively coming
for him
perceptively staking
him
seeking his death
to add to the millions
upon millions of
deaths worldwide
every year
the day he died he
believed he felt grim’s
arms around him
as a heart attack
took him out
maybe he was right
maybe the collective
imagination conjured
grim up to the point
some sensitive believers
can feel him coming
provided they
believe in him

Bob Boyd

You’re taking on another person’s peculiarities and problems.
You’re inviting some strife into your life when arguments happen.
You’re risking disappointment and a looming heartache.
The one you love might do things that make you disturbingly jealous.
The one you love may want you to do tiresome activities you don’t want to do.
The one you love might eventually come up with annoying complaints about you that have no validity, that are grating on your very life.
The one you love might eventually stop loving you and leave your heart and your life shattered.
Is it any wonder some are driven to love with artificial intelligences
minus any heartaches, emotional tolls or strife?

Bob Boyd

Reports of haunted houses everywhere,
have the dead nothing better to do
than hang around gloomy old houses?
I don’t know about you, but when I’m
dead, I’ll not be living in a dusty old haunt.
I’ll not self exile myself to such a boring afterlife.
When expired there has to be better things to do,
like consuming an ambrosiac in some blissful paradise
with an incredibly fairy tale like soulmate or riding
unicorns through splendorous, lucent realms
or attending a Jimmy Buffet concert for free and
listening to him singing about 5 o’clock somewhere.
Screw hanging out in old boring houses, those are
just a few of the better things I would do.

Bob Boyd

Joseph says he sees his deceased wife alive in dreams.
Marilyn says she hears her dead husband talking to her nearly everyday.
A bereaved mother sees visions of her son who died in a war.
A dying woman says she sees her deceased husband waiting
to be with her in the afterlife.
Others say they often experience coincidences they know
are from the dead.
Many people report varying encounters with those passed on.
Could all those people be imaging things, or do the dead some
times not stay entirely dead?

Bob Boyd

At first their love was imbued with bliss.
Everyday felt wonderful, nearly ecstatic.
They knew their love was never ending.
After about six months they couldn’t
believe the initial euphoria had passed.
Their love dimmed. Arguments ensued.
They gradually began drifting apart,
realizing they had nothing in common.
In the end when she left him for another,
and the mirage of true love faded away
to him it all seemed so pointless, and
he never got fooled by love again.

Bob Boyd

Jason, a friend for years, revealed a secret to me.
He bought an inflatable doll on Amazon, and to
his surprise, he said he fell in love with it.
He claimed he bought it only as a curiosity, kind
of like an experiment to see if it could arouse
any romantic feelings in him.
Despite the fact Jason seemed sane, he insanely
claimed the doll talked to him.
I met the doll Jason named Veronica, but I didn’t
hear her talking, except through Jason’s interpretations.
That was ten years ago, and Jason and his blow up doll
are still together, and he says he’s happy.
I will say this. He’s done better with his inflatable woman
then I have with flesh and blood ones.
And far as I can tell, he hasn’t lost his sanity, so maybe
he’s on to something, low maintenance and lasting love.

Bob Boyd

A hurricane blew a Christian church apart.
People wondered where was God.
Why did He let the church be demolished?
Where was the Divine protection?
Were the church members not holy enough?
Had the pastor comitted some grave sin?
As for me, I think some disastors are random
with no regard for the sanctity of a building.
Just as I don’t think praying has ever repaired
a broken down car, I don’t think disasters are
preventable by the holiness of a place of worship.
Of course, maybe there are some exceptions.
But in my belief that would be hard to prove.
I don’t think randomn disasters make any exceptions.
If a church if left untouched by a hurricane when
other buildings are demolished, I think it is more
likely just coincidental and not divine protection.

Bob Boyd

He had no problem with preying on
drunk women.
He had no ethics about it.
He didn’t think of himself as a rapist,
but he was damn close to it.
He enjoyed taking advantage of women
when they were close to unconscious.
He made have thought of those as
just more scores.
I think of them as nefarious, the dark
and soulless action of a monster.

Bob Boyd

I swore I’d never use self service checkouts;
they put people out of work.
But I failed in my noble intentions.
Got tired of standing in lines.
Got hooked on the convenience.
Got seduced by the speed.
Out in minutes, occasionally seconds,
no waiting in long lines.
And sometimes there are no cashiers
and you only have the self service checkouts.

I even go to a grocery store a little further away
than one near me, the checkouts are less busy,
and they have more of them.
Thank God I’m retired because someday
a self service machine probably would have
put me out of work too.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I wonder where they all have gone,
people who disappeared from my past.
People I knew in grade school, like the sweet
little girl, a classmate I used to walk home with
and felt the stirrings of infatuation with. Now I
wonder if I’d known her longer where that
infatuation might have gone. The Hell’s Angel
named Nicky who was a relative of a friend
of mine and offered me a hit of a drug in a club
before a while later he smashed a bat over
a bar patron’s head and with other bikers
blew out of the club and probably never
got arrested. My first love, Pat Curran,
a pretty blonde from New Jersey who
said she would marry me when we got older
only to cheat on me not long after that.
There are so many others, more than I
can count. I’m sure you have that many
people who have disappeared from
your life too.

Bob Boyd

The weather is so fickle here.
Yesterday it was as if fall
had arrived a little early.
I thought the weather was
going to give people a break.
Today it’s up to summer
temperatures again, 78 degrees.
I suspect as in the past the
heat will linger deeper into
this month, September.
Oh how I pine for the
cooler, invigorating weather.

Bob Boyd

Your time is running out
but you don’t want to
think about your upcoming
one way ticket departure
from this tenuous world

sometimes you feel like
you are here forever
except when you wake up
for brief moments and
ponder your impermanence

I don’t blame you one bit
I’ve been the same way
for much of my life

who wants to think of dying
who wants to go to the grave
who wants to think of such
dreadful, depressing things

when you would like to
live forever and die never
especially if everything is
going great in your life

Bob Boyd

She was heart achingly beautiful in her youth
and sexy beyond belief, a living dream many
men dreamed of being with.
Now men who see her just see an unappealing
mishapen, sexless old woman, more like a
nightmare than a dream, and none of them
dream of being with her anymore.
Yet, somehow, she doesn’t seem to care
about the loss of her allure, and I don’t know
how she accepts the loss of her beauty
that amazed men all over the world.
It had to be more devastating than losing
a million fortunes in a disastrous day.
Maybe her mind is more beautiful in it’s
own way, and she sees that beauty is
only superficial and a temporary
treasure in this passing existence
and just doesn’t care about it, like all
those foolishly infatuated men did.

Bob Boyd

No proof of an afterlife exists
according to Scientists, and
I supposed they are right.
But the common threads in
near death experiences
seem as close to proof as
anyone needs for hope in
a continued existence far
from just being eliminated.
They appear as beyond
just having faith in more.
I tend to believe them and
if I’m wrong, I’m okay with
being wrong because when
I’m dead if there’s nothing
I won’t even know it.
I won’t even know it.
I’ll just be dead and free
from worries and concerns.

Bob Boyd

You can’t trust the news anymore.
It’s biased and often untrue.
Whatever happened to objective
journalism and telling the truth?
Sometimes the news lies about
things we see with our own eyes.
They don’t even hide their lies
anymore or think we’re stupid.
How I pine for the days when
news was more objective and
less untrue and blatantly biased.

Bob Boyd

I look at the wrinkled, weathered face of an elderly woman,
and I can see the wrinkle free beauty she used to be.

A sadness like a shadow passes over me thinking about
how beautiful she once was.

I wish she could have kept her beauty forever instead of
aging robbing her of it.

I wish we all could stay young and wrinkle free forever.

I take solace in hoping that at some point we all become young and
beautiful forever when we die regardless of our imperfections and mistakes in this life.

Bob Boyd