Category: Poetry

There are those who believe
aliens are among us

as if somehow they morphed
into looking exactly like us.

I supposed an advanced race
of aliens would have the

technology to replicate our race,
but I just can’t believe it.

Bob Boyd

I can recall a number of times
when I met women I found unattractive
until I discovered who they were
beneath the superficial
then like flowers blooming
they became beautiful to me

Bob Boyd

I’m living in an old body
It’s time is running out
It’s nearing its expiration
From this earthly life
One glorious day
I’ll leave this old vessel
And fly like a bird
Into a greater life

Bob Boyd

An old abandoned church in the middle of
nowhere in Wales
Flat grave stores from the 1700 and 1800s
Stone walls, stone floors inside
Old wooden pews and benches
Unreadable writing etched on a wall
A single cross standing on a table
An ornate lecture not far from it
A dilapidated organ in a corner
A man named Dylan found signs of
Paranormal activity there
With scientific instruments
Signals, words, and sentences
From the unknown beyond
Maybe some of the deceased
Parishioners still linger there

Bob Boyd

I thought she was the sweetest woman
I’d ever met

She had an angelic face and always
said nice things

But after I’d been involved with her
for a while

Her demons emerged out of the
dark corners of her soul

and life with her became an
insufferable hell

until I escaped with my mind and
soul barely intact

from her unending inferno of
hurtful words and mean comments

Bob Boyd

Never seen you in
real life

Don’t know if you
were real or
imaginary

One thing I know
for certain

You were incredibly
nice

It seemed we could
have had a
romantic relationship

But I know as
always happens
when I have a
dream about a
woman

I’ll never see
you again

Bob Boyd

From the beginning,
they knew they were
meant for each other

Everything in common
liked the same music
enjoyed each others
jokes

Fell in love
immediately
Got married
all went
well

Years past

Boredom set in

Little things about
each other annoyed
them

Starting hating
each other

Until

Love flew away
and so did they

Bob Boyd

Lightning igniting night skies
Rain bursting from dark clouds
Wind howling
Trees awakening
Puddles emerging
The pitter patter of windows
assaulted by frantic rain drops
Umbrellas unfolding
Animals and birds hiding
Monsoon erupting

Bob Boyd

She had a feeling she shouldn’t get on the plane that
day. She had had a dream about a plane that crashed.

But she had to get to an important business meeting
too far away to drive to and get there on time.

Nervously, she boarded the plane and felt it was
going to crash every time it hit a jarring air pocket.

But the flight arrived safely at her destination, and
later that day she saw in the news a plane crashed

at the airport an hour after her flight had landed,
the airplane crash she had seen in her dream.

Bob Boyd

Paula had a certain magnetism with animals.
Dogs and cats always approached her on the
streets as if she were not a stranger to them.

My dog, Bo, like her more than me despite
the fact that I was the one who fed and housed
Bo and rescued him from a dog pound.

But the most amazing example of Paula’s
charisma with animals was when we went
camping in upstate New York and a family
of deer gathered around her as if she were
one of them.

But ran off when they saw me, and I don’t
even hunt. Foolish as it was, I felt a little
jealous of Paul’s gift with animals that
day.

But I was as drawn to her as the animals were
and chided myself for being jealous of Paula’s
incredible charisma with them.

Bob Boyd

When she reached ninety years of age,
she couldn’t believe how the years
went by so fast.

Highlights of her life had become
barely memories, as if they never
happened.

Many parts of her life she could no
longer remember. The decades had
erased them.

Now as death approaches, thinking
about what she remembers of her life,
she wonders what was the point of it all.

Bob Boyd

Seeing a beautiful young woman at 80
is different for me.

Instead of seeing only her beauty,
I see her fast forwarded into the future
when her beauty,

like the transitory nature of life,
will be gone.

And I see the older woman in
the making within her.

If my vision were better, I would
see the skeleton, the death
beneath her beauty

and the fact that beauty,
like one’s life, is as if illusionary
when it is no more.

Bob Boyd

At age 16, sudden fear of death
Despite the fear
He went into the fear
Simulated Death
And Kaboom
He experienced
A Full blown awakening
of the eternal Self
Years later
People from all over the world
Sought Wisdom from him
And felt his palpable
Spiritual radiance
The life changing
cosmic energy
Radiating out of him
Charging seekers up
With profound Peace
And ineffable bliss

Unlike most of the
Gurus I read about
Whose lives I followed
Never heard or read of
Any sexual scandals
Connected to him
In my opinion
He seemed like a saint
The real deal

Bob Boyd

You are offered a senior discount for the first time in a store.
You bend over and hear yourself grunt like never before.
Doctors become younger than you.
Even if you have stayed slim, you have more body fat.
For the first time in your life you start having health problems
and for the first time in your life have to take medications.
A fall becomes more likely and could kill you.
The sun becomes like an enemy that could cause skin cancer to
your aged and more vulnerable skin.
You might be all alone even if you have family.
The worst, you find yourself in a nursing home that you never
imagined you’d be in, and you are no longer able to take care of yourself.
I’d rather be dead than to get old like that.

Bob Boyd

I have a desire to learn more about astronomy.
I even subscribed to a newsletter about the
planets and stars in the skies.

But I just can’t get my head into it. So far, I just
can’t force myself to learn about it.

I’d rather watch videos about news, crime,
cryptids, and various other subjects.

I’m not sure why I have this resistance to it.
It would be cool to have knowledge about the
celestials skies, but I just cannot force my
mind to do it.

Maybe someday.

Bob Boyd

Man, what a horrible way to go out.
Mauled to death by 13 pit bulls,
and a father of three.

The guy’s female friend found him
bloodied and dead, cannot imagine
how horrible that was for her

and how she will have the trauma
of that for the rest of her life.

Some people say pit bulls aren’t
bad unless treated badly, but
the deceased guy’s female friend
said he never treated to dogs badly.

Though I like the look of
power dogs, especially Dobermans,
were I young and were to have
a dog, it would never be a pit bull.
I’ve read too many bad outcomes
with them in the news.

Bob Boyd

Over 8 billion people populate this entire planet.
Where is God going to put them all when they die?
Will he just recycle them life after life to save space
In the towns, cities and mansions of the Great Beyond?

Or being environmentally concerned, will he dispose of them
Like hazardous waste in some afterlife Human Disposal Machine
To save this globally warmed overpopulated, over polluted world?

Last I heard, heaven and hell were overcrowded, no vacancies.
What did you expect with humans existing for over 6 million years?
Did you think these afterlife locales would never run out of space?

Sorry, you were born too late to make it to the pearly gates
Or find a home in the low rent burning flames of hell.
You’re SOL. See you next life – maybe.

Bob Boyd

Because I’m not a fundamentalist Christ believer –
Because like the sufis I believe there are as many paths to
God as humans have souls –
I do not negate the harmless spiritual beliefs of others that some Christians feel are erroneous or demonic.
I appreciate white witches and pagans intricate knowledge of nature and natural things.
I like how elaborate some of their beliefs and rituals are.
And I could easier be with a white witch or pagan woman
as a girlfriend or a wife than with a fundamentalist Christian woman
who would see my acceptance as that of a lost soul –
whose erring ways needed to be corrected and directed
to her uncompromising right and only way.

Bob Boyd

I have come to believe a single act of compassion is more important in this life and the next than most spiritual experiences people have on this planet.

Bob Boyd

Also called the Arizona Bigfoot,
Habitat central and eastern Arizona
along the Mogollon Rim.
Over seven feet tall,
big red eyes with black or
reddish fur.

Emits an indescribable sweet
odor like nothing you can
relate it too.

Howls, whoops and deep
growls that can scare the
life out of you.

Incredible strength that
could tear you in pieces.

If it is near you in a forest,
birds are hushed;
creatures are silenced,
an eerie quiet that you
know portends danger
alarms you.

Scientists consider them
hoaxes or misidentifications.

Witnesses claim otherwise,
so far no proof, but the
alleged sightings keep increasing.

Bob Boyd