My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
He has an ex wife in the afterlife,
died in her fifties.
A smoker, cancer probably
ended her life too soon.
She was an exceptionally
nice, fun and pretty woman.
Sometimes he wonders if
he’ll see her when he dies.
And maybe get married to
her again in the afterlife
with their love lasting there,
unlike how it ended here.
Bob Boyd
Amazing how the earth keeps spinning,
and we don’t feel it spinning.
Amazing how it never spins out of orbit,
somehow stays suspended in space.
Imagine if it ever stopped spinning or
spun out of orbit, the chaos,
the horror that would follow.
It seems a delicate balance that
somehow always stays in check.
A cosmic happening beyond most
human’s understanding.
Bob Boyd
Like Mother Teresa helped the sick and the poor,
Dr. Ruth and her daughter help the worn and the torn.
Teddy Bears and Stuffed Animals.
The hospital, in Vancouver and Maple Ridge, BC Canada.
Thousands of operations performed, corrective surgery
for broken joints, fur grafts, face lifts, stuffing replacements,
paw pad replacements and more.
A Teddy Bear, headless, armless, stomach torn,
resurrected with surgeries like brand new,
thanks to Dr. Ruth’s skilled doctoring and tender care.
See the hospital’s website at https://bearlanddesigns.com.
Bob Boyd
Beneath the skin of
The one we fondle today,
There is a skeleton,
Propping up the flesh.
Ikkyu
I love this poem, but it disturbs me deeply. The image of a woman I am holding in my arms being a skeleton one day is almost unbearable. But it radically reminds me of the nature of this impermanence we temporarily live it.
After Brad’s girlfriend broke up with him,
he said she broke his heart in so many pieces
that like Humpty Dumpty’s pieces,
his heart could never be put back together again.
He said he’d become like the Tinman
without a heart and better to be without a heart
than with a heart that can be broken.
He always said that when he got drunk,
when he tried to forget the woman
who broke his heart beyond repair.
Bob Boyd
Supposedly the earthbound disembodied
aka ghosts
have lost their ways to the Light.
I’m proposing a GPS system for them,
so instead of haunting dusty old houses
they can find their way to the Light.
Bob Boyd
For some people, going to Vegas is like a
dream come true.
For me, it has zero appeal.
I don’t care for the glitter or the
gambling for gold.
And you couldn’t pay me to
go there.
Bob Boyd
Heard a story about a male ghost
coming through Alexa
like a Ouija Board
the ghost played an old song about
not being able to go through a white door
presumably further into the afterlife
after that the woman and a neighbor
saw the male ghost
in their homes
the woman who owned the Alexa
used sage and holy water
to cleanse her home
supposedly her methods worked
along with a prayer
the ghost never appeared again.
Bob Boyd
On many YouTube videos
far too often
I see women hiking and
camping alone.
Nobody should be in the
wilderness alone
vulnerable and without
someone to help
if an accident happens
to them.
Many have died alone
like that
when accidents gradually
became fatal.
Worse is if an animal
or a human predator
stalks them and takes their
lives
when they are all alone
unarmed and easy prey.
Bob Boyd
Dead men tell no tales it’s true,
but the clinically dead for only
moments tell many tales
a life review where they see
the good and not so good
things they did in their lives
not punitive but for greater
spiritual growth
the tunnel and the white light
maybe a gateway to a
glimpse of the heavens
for some what seems the
Apex of the afterlife
unconditional love beyond words
beyond imagination
that makes the living world
seem dreamlike and unreal
by comparison they say
a place they never want to leave
that they call their real home
Of course, they weren’t completely
dead, so no telling if their tales
were true
or if when they are completely dead
their tales will prove untrue.
Bob Boyd