Day: October 29, 2025

Beautiful, blonde, captivating eyes,
winsome smile, magnetic personality,
perfect figure

some said she should
be a movie star

others told her she
could be a fashion model

she had the right stuff
for either glamorous profession

an agent for a famous
modelling agency once
offered her an opportunity
to be a fashion model

though flattered
she turned down the offer

she became a social worker
more interested in
giving than in glamour.

Bob Boyd

He dreamed he saw heartbreaks all over the world
rising up to heaven spirit-like, bleeding
and shaped like cotton candy

he saw countless angel-like beings catching the
heartbreaks as they reached heaven

they were repairing the broken hearts

he saw most of the repairs were successful
but some were not

and tears fell from the angel-like beings for those
whose hearts they couldn’t repair

somehow he knew those were the hearts of
the brokenhearted who were going to kill themselves

he hoped there were angel-like beings to heal
them when they left this life

he woke up from the dream feeling better than
he had for months

and he knew his broken heart had been mended.

Bob Boyd

It was so long ago I don’t
remember exactly how
I met her

I think it was on a dating
website

I was in my forties
as was she

raven black hair
pretty brown eyes
voluptuous body

she had invited me
to her house

we chatted about
spiritual topics

she told me about
a guru I once studied under
who had chased her
around a table trying
to grope her

I wasn’t surprised by her
sordid revelation about
the guru

many gurus were
more like sexual predators
than holy men
despite their spiritual powers
their advanced spiritual states

unfortunately the meeting
wasn’t going to turn
into a future date

maybe it was my imagination
but I sensed a disturbing
darkness in her

and her house had
a gloomy feel to it

despite her attractiveness
and a spiritual compatibility

I left her house relieved
to be freed from the
possessing darkness
and the ubiquitous gloom.

Bob Boyd

I once heard somebody say
you are dying from the day
you are born

dreadful thought
but decidedly true
the timer starts ticking

when you draw your
fist breath

it’s tragic
and sad
how some die

not long
after they’re born

maybe they have
an edge

no need to go through
any of the risks of
living longer

maybe they go to
a better, happier
place far sooner

a paradise
devoid of the
suffering
the evil
in this temporary
life

perhaps I’m being
overly hopeful
maybe a little
delusional

but that’s
my heartfelt
hope for them.

Bob Boyd