Category: Poetry

The way you wear your hair
The way you smile
The way your voice is uniquely pleasing
The way you are enjoyably mellow
The way your personality is enchanting
The way you are spontaneously funny
The way you have a lovely fashion sense
The way you are always cheerful
And the way you are a delightful person
Who gladdens many hearts
And makes everywhere you are so wonderful.

Bob Boyd

The numbers are
increasing of people claiming
to be Bigfoot Experiencers.

It may be easy to blow
them off as charlatans.

But the more of them
you see and listen to,
you learn some are
highly educated and
seem credible.

And it makes me wonder
if they are all liars and
frauds or if some are
legit.

Along with that, I’ve
seen there are more
people who allege to have
seen this elusive cryptid.

His existence always
seemed laughable to
me.

Though I found him
fascinating as a fictional
character just as I find
fictional werewolves
fascinating.

Now I have to wonder
if there is something to
all these alleged sightings
and self proclaimed
Bigfoot Experiencers.

And if it were real and
safe, I can imagine how
amazing it would to to
not only experience
Bigfoot but to have
indisputable proof that
he is real.

I wouldn’t mind a high
like that in my aging,
less exciting life.

Bob Boyd

Alexis, a high white witch
was hiking with a friend
named Swen in Yosemite
National Park.

A mile into the hike, Swen
screamed as he was sucked
into an invisible, ravenous vortex.

Alexis, having knowledge of
these invisible, predatory vortexes and
having dealt with them before

could see them with her powerful
psychic sight.

She saw Swen trapped in
the Vortex’s spiraling fields of
magnetic energy about to
be devoured.

She pointed her index finger,
that had a magical, obsidian ring
on it, at the mouth of
the vortex.

She shouted SHAREEM, SHAREEM,
SHAREEM, and a sound like thunder
boomed in the air,

as a laser-like, green light
shot out of the ring into the
vortex.

Swen was spit out of the mouth
of the vortex when the green light
struck the vortex like a deadly lightning bolt.

The vortex became enflamed with green fire
that was burning it to death until in a
puff of green smoke the portal was
incinerated out of existence.

After the green light ended the vortex,
it flashed three times and zipped back
into Alexis’s obsidian ring.

And Alexis and Swen continued their hike
on what was otherwise a serene summer day.

Bob Boyd

I don’t know why, but I like the look of human wolf hybrids.
And I’d like to see three of them, like in the song Werewolves of London, strolling with capes, canes and top hats in the bustling streets of London.

That to me would be the coolest sight if you knew they were not harmful and, actually, had charismatic charms and engaging personalities.

But, woe upon woes, the closest I’ve heard of human wolf hybrids, are the dogman sightings in 38 of the 50 states, and they are reported to be threatening and far from charming.

And I cannot stretch my imagination far enough to believe in them.

So I’m sticking with wishing fictional, cool werewolves were real.

And for me a better choice than believing in the lesser dogmen, alleged to be real and howling all over the U S of A.

Bob Boyd

i used to believe in reincarnation

but now i am not so sure

i think my fanciful thinking began in my early twenties when i for unclear reasons

thought i had been a cave dweller and an english lord in former lives

then after a profound meditation initiation i felt i had come home and been a hindu monk in a former life

that fanciful idea may have been closer to reality than the others
because i took to hindu meditation practices and philosophies with tremendous zeal

and had experiences that seemed to bear that belief out

but now i have my doubts about reincarnation being real contrary to claims of people who say they know they lived former lives

and they might be right

but i have no desire to return to this life

i could return into a horrible world on the cusp of a nuclear holocaust or some other horrific happening

and i once read that when you died you had a choice to advance
spiritually in the afterlife or return to the school for souls on earth

i liked the idea of having a choice

but odds are what i read about the choice was nonsense

but getting back to the transmigration of souls

romantic fool that i can be

without hesitation i would come back to this life for a true and lasting love that somehow i knew was destined to be my forever soulmate

and for her love i would willingly be born into a nuclear holocaust just to find her and be with her

bob boyd

First time I heard the saying, the
heart knows what it wants. I liked
it. It sounded mystically romantic
to me.

As if the heart was a separate entity
capable of making romantic choices
superior to the mind’s wants

But, alas, the heart may know what
it wants, but as many relationships
bear out,

what the heart wants may not
always be good for a person’s
peace of mind.

In some cases not good for a
person’s life.

My heart has led me astray a number
of times causing me to not listen to
my mind and make less than ideal
choices.

I recall my heart wanting a beautiful
blonde haired women with a sweet
Southern accent, who lived far away
from me

and leaving a good job and moving
hundreds of miles away to be with her

because my heart wanted true love
more than a job.

And my heart told me I could always
find another job, and true love was
more important, and you don’t get
opportunities for real love as often
as you can find a job.

In the end the blonde haired
Southern beauty stole money out
of my ATM machine and was

writing romantic letters to some
married guy, and my heart had
led me astray.

And what my heart had wanted
kind of made a fool out of me.

Perhaps for you what your heart
wanted worked out, but maybe you
have a smarter heart than I
do.

And, probably, more accurately,
better intuition about matters
concerning the heart.

Bob Boyd

Through fires, smoke, the stench of bombs, the moon was war torn and blue.
Alone, dazed, shell shocked, grieving, my heart was too.
My life destroyed, my mind numbed, my hopes shattered.

They bombed the hell out of my beautiful city and killed my Anastasia,
who bled to death in my arms in seconds, helpless to help her.
My sweet angel, my love who had accepted my proposal of marriage
before the bombs fell and turned our city and our love into rubble.
My world a nightmare without her, a godforsaken, war torn hell.

Crazed with rage I marched into battle to avenge my sweet angel Anastasia.
Nothing left, my life over, like an insane Viking berserker I’d lost my fears and become like a crazed beast.
The enemy troops fear dying, but I don’t, a noble death reunited with Anastasia.

Dying is all I have left. I’m empty and soulless inside marching through
this dystopian nightmare of dead corpses and dead dreams.
The cadence of a thousand determined boots marching summons
me to war under a blue moon that’s as broken as I am.
Bombs explode around me, soldiers and civilians screaming and dying.
I fight the battle raging and fearless, indifferent to the horrors,
like a bulletproof immortal protected by the gods of war.

The battle ends; we win; still alive I collapse on the battle ground,
the stench of gun power permeating the smoky air,
blood running in rivulets in the streets.
And I cry countless tears for my sweet angel, my love, my wife … Anastasia.

Bob Boyd

Always liked the song
Love is in The Air
A love so real
So pervasive
So palpable
A love so real
It permeated
The very air
A love so real
So tangible
So radiant
It was in everything
And everywhere
But mostly in
The hearts of you
And your new love

Bob Boyd

A Government official
said he’s seen videos
where UFOs go into
and out of the water,
as if it’s not there.

I’ve heard of this many
times before, but never
from the lips of a
government official.

I’ve also read of UFOs
hovering over nuclear sites.

Some UFOlogists believe
if the nukes are about to be
unleashed, aliens will prevent
the nuclear annihilation of
our human race.

I like the thought of that.
I’d prefer aliens be benevolent
instead of malevolent,
saviors of our world
rather than destroyers of it.

Bob Boyd

never liked it when
in a song or a movie
the singer or the actor
said
i will love you till the day i die

because

i liked
i will love you forever
better

and i believe
romantic love
might be forever

because

in deathbed visions
a spouse
whose spouse
has preceded
her or him in death
sees the deceased
spouse in white light

waiting
loving
welcoming
her or him
into the afterlife

and i believe
that could
be
a validation
of romantic love
forever

and i believe
those that don’t
find that forever
in this life
might find it
in the afterlife

bob boyd

i never thought
when i was
retired i’d even
think about
being
uncontrolled
not controlled
by a boss
by time
by work
by obligations
by deadlines
by presentations
but now
that i am
retired
i revel
in living
free and
uncontrolled
for the
remainder
of my
work free
uncontrolled
liberated life

bob boyd

I love Roses Discount Stores
Like a mini Walmart
Without the ubiquitous
Hordes of shoppers
Hassles of long checkouts
Minus the hassles
Of jammed up parking lots
Though Roses doesn’t have
As many goods as Walmart
It’s got enough for me
What I can’t find there
I can buy online
And shopping there
Is like a pleasure cruise
Compared to what
At Walmart is a
Titanic-like disastrous
Shopping experience for me
And this is an objective
Critique of Roses
Even though they
Gave me a $300 gift
Certificate to write this
Glowing review about them

I’m just kidding about the
$300 gift certificate
Spoofing reviewers on
Amazon who claim they are
Writing objective reviews after
Being given free products
Obvious bribes
By the companies they are
Writing the glowing
Reviews about

Bob Boyd

Populated by advanced humans
Some say
Others say aliens
Whatever they are
If they exist
They live in absolute peace
Which we lack above the earth
A sun inside the hollow earth too
Fruits and vegetables grow
Much larger there than on earth
Men and women grow taller
And they live longer
The inner world extends from
The north pole to the south pole

Heard an extremely intelligent guy
Talking about this on Coast to Coast
He spoke with complete confidence
And unflagging believe in the hollow earth
Despite having never seen it
But he said the earth rings like a bell
After an earthquake
Which to him meant it was hollow
Like a Bell
And to my surprise
He was right about the ringing

It was enjoyable hearing his
Detailed descriptions
Of an inner earth with life and a sun
A captivating tale
A fascinating conspiracy theory
That I just cannot believe

But to put my tin hat on
For a far reaching moment
I have an enduring fascination
With Bigfoot and believe
Given over 75,000 alleged sightings
All those people reporting the sightings
Cannot all be liars or pranksters
But since there seems not to be
Any Bigfoot corpses
Any creditable films
And no concrete proof
I can only speculate if Bigfoot is real
He must be interdimensional
And this is not my exclusive theory
A theory held by many
That I find plausible

Bob Boyd

She becomes beautiful in his eyes
Most beautiful woman on the planet
His heart endlessly captivated
By her womanly ways
By her enchanting charms

Other women no longer exist
No matter how beautiful
No matter how alluring
He cannot see them

He cannot stop thinking
About her
Sweet thoughts of her
Always in his mind
Every minute of every hour
Every day and every night

Wants to be with her
As much as possible
And forever and ever
His heart aches
When away from her
He cannot live without her

She’s everything he
Ever wanted
The joy he feels with her
Must be like heaven

A single look from her
A single touch of her hand
His heart melts
A single kiss
His heart in heaven
All gone now
Lost in time

Young men
Bursting with life
And dreams
Have their romances
Alone old men
Have only
Their memories

Bob Boyd

Cornflower blue eyes
Golden blonde hair
Enchanting voice
Elegant and angelic
Beautiful teenage dream
Goddess at teenage dance
Accepted his offer to dance
Sweet sixteen playing
He fell in love
She did too
A long distance
Teenage romance
Her in Jersey
Him in Massachusetts
You Belong to me
Their song
September came
Heart aches when apart
Heaven when together
Summer love
Marriage one day
High school prom in Jersey
Something off
Teenage romance fading
Writing on the wall
Heart break coming
Cheated on him
Teenage love
Marriage plans
You Belong to Me
All dead
Gone forever
A thousand tears

Bob Boyd

I believe in the estimated 4.54 billion years
that earth has existed
that other advanced civilization may have
have inhabited this planet millions of
years before our civilization.

I find it more than plausible and suspect
that someday science will confirm it.

Imagine what a find that would be.
Imagine if an advanced civilization or
civilizations had been buried deep in
the earth after the millions of years
and changes in and on the planet.

I would like to see that day come
before I die and I become buried
deep in time and eventually what
is left of me vanishes into the
earth and is forgotten just like
ancient civilizations
might have been.

Bob Boyd

Yeah, I know there’s quite a difference
between exceeding the speed limit
and putting chips on numbers on bingo cards.

But for me the restraints of a 55 miles
an hour speed limit is comparable to the
restraints of sitting at a table and putting
dinky chips on those cards.

Truth be known, I’d rather be driving
faster than 55 on an open highway
than sitting in a boxed in room mindlessly
putting chips on freakin’ bingo cards.

But if I get hard up and get so de lu lu
that I feel the need for one of those
so called “age appropriate” (hate
that expression) women in my
reclusive life, or if I became brain dead
enough, maybe I’d go play bingo for amore
or for something mentally challenging
to do.

Bob Boyd

But, kidding aside, I can see how for many people bingo provides a source of socialization. For seniors who are alone, it can add some time with people in their lives and probably be beneficial to their mental and physical wellbeing. I write that as someone who worked with the elderly for decades, and when I walked through the senior center of the nonprofit I worked at, I saw many old people having fun playing bingo.

Heard the slang word de lu lu for the first time today, had a feeling it meant cray cray.

Amazing how new slang words come and go and popular words and expressions too.

I can remember a time when cool things and cool people were heavy and something really amazing was outtasight, or it might have been far out.

I can remember visiting a guru in upstate New York and a young woman who sat next to him at his talks who always said – Excellent! Excellent! ad nauseum, as if the guru had given her that word as her parrot-like mantra. Squawk. Squawk.

And there was a time when bread that you put peanut butter on and even put cheese between the slices of it was considered currency.

For example, “Hey, Man, what’s happening? You got any bread to pay for the tickets to that Grateful Dead Concert?”

And speaking of bread, I recall how when toast became more than bread you heated up in a toaster. And believe me if you valued your reputation or your life, you didn’t want to be toast.

Now I always hear people talking about seeing things through a lens or having to unpack things like topics instead of luggage.

Do they need these lenses because they feel there’s a lack of mental acuity in the world?

And why go to the trouble of unpacking a topic when you can just talk about it? Why include that unnecessary baggage about it?

But in terms of all these slang words and popular expressions, I guess it just is what it is.

Later, time for me to split.

Bob Boyd

Until I began researching dragons
of different cultures
days ago, I never knew Native
Americans had dragons in their
culture.

And that some of the symbolism
relates to Protection, Power,
Transformation, and Traversing
Realms.

This is why I have a Native
American woman with a multi colored
dragon at the top of this blog now.

I’m kind of hoping it’s my final
banner or maybe I’ll have a rotating
banner with two or three other
rotating banners.

But I’m kind of hooked on this
Native American banner; I like
Native American things, and I
really like how that banner looks.

Been to powwows, listened to
a Native American storyteller
long ago in faraway Vermont,
visited a Native American museum,
and did a presentation on
resources for the aging at a
Native American seniors group
here in Greensboro years ago.

And I feel it’s critical to keep
the Native American culture alive,
to never let it die.

Bob Boyd

Peace isn’t luck.
For six years stand facing a silent wall,
Until the ‘you’ of your face,
Melts like a candle.

Ikkyu

The “you” of my face has never melted like a candle.
I’ve never become ONE with the universe.
But my heart has melted a number of times
when I fell in love with the one, a new love.

That said, I know what Ikkyu is meaning.
Your little self melts into the bigger Self
and your mind is blown beyond the
dualities into the eternal ONENESS.

And the way he is describing is the Zen
Zazen where you Zen meditate earnestly
with the goal of melting into the cosmos.

And the melting reminds me of a song where
a singer sings elatedly that he’s going
to melt with a woman.

Now that may sound sexual, but I like
thinking about it romantically like the “you”
of your heart melting with the “you” of
her heart – heart to heart romantically
united in the euphoria, the incomparable
ecstasy of high-flying, airborne true love.

Bob Boyd