Category: Poetry

Another iconic celeb gone
standouts in my generation
dying off nearly monthly now
It felt as though they’d live
as stars and legends forever
now those stars are burning out
and nothing lasts forever

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

Spring is peeping through the month of March.
It yawns as it begins to wake up from frosty seasons.
It begins to stretch as flowers prepare to bud and bloom
and leaves are getting ready to decorate the trees
and the earth is becoming beautifully renewed.
It reminds me of when we first fell in love
and everything was so wondrous and new.

Bob Boyd

On April 17, 1976 Owlman made his frightening debut.
Two young girls, Vicky and June Melling, saw him hovering above a church in a village in Mawnan, England.
And they described him as a feathered-bird man. It had pointed ears, glowing red eyes and large crab claws for feet.

It was seen again on July 3 by two other young girls, Sally Chapman and Barbara Perry. Big as a man with glowing eyes and pincer-like claws.

Sparse sightings of Owlman in and around that village church continued through the 70s, 80s and 90s.

In June of 2020 a husband and wife said while driving on Kirchoff Road in Rolling Meadows, Illinois USA, they saw a creature as big as an SUV with large massive wings they described as an owl man.

Now I’m not a believer in an Owlman, but I find these stories fascinating and a fun distraction from the routines of everyday life.

Of course, it might be that cryptids like Owlman are real and appear and disappear in dimensions inaccessible to us. Bigfoot, for example, could be an interdimensional creature when hunters who allege to have seen him say when they shot at him he vanished.

Cryptids, real or unreal, monsters or imaginations, I’ve never seen any of them.

I’ve seen enough monsters among men.

Bob Boyd

I’m on a news site and I see
a man chasing a woman
in a parking lot garage
in Brazil.

She runs into an elevator
and for a moment seems
to escape from him.

But that bastard gets
into the elevator and
beats her to death
as the elevator rises.

He picks up her corpse
carries it out of the elevator
and throws it off the building.

I think that this POS
should be put to death
for killing that woman
who is his ex wife.

Later I think that men
who can’t let go of a women
who don’t want them
are monstrous assholes.

Then I learn “nearly 3
women are killed by their
intimate partners every day.”

And I get pissed off at
these assholes, and my
heart breaks for all
those women who
just wanted to be loved

and had the misfortune of
finding deadly love with
monsters in human flesh
and I hope those monsters
lives become a living hell.

Bob Boyd

The earth keeps spinning
I keep living and
thinking on it
oblivious to the turns
and it amazes me
that I cannot feel
all those rotations
minute by minute
day by day
year by year

and it amazes me
that nobody gets dizzy
from that constant spin
and I wonder if the earth
will ever stop spinning
and what would happen
if it the earth ever did

would we all freak out
would the earth fall apart
would the weather
become unbearable
or completely unlivable

and if it did stop turning
like spinning a top
would God restart
the spinning back up

or would aliens rescue us
and with advanced tech
refire the spinning

I write that because
some people think
aliens invented us
and others think
they watch over us

meanwhile the earth
oblivious to my thoughts
keeps on spinning

Bob Boyd

Driving along Elm Street in Greensboro, NC past Fisher Park,
I hear the old song The Love I Lost on the radio by Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes.
I sigh and think of lost loves and missed opportunities with desirable women.

I think about lost loves for a moment then forget about them.
Instead I wonder what might have been with the missed opportunities,
like when I was a teenager and that pretty girl kept gawking at me
next to our high school as she stood with other girls in front of the little store.

I smiled and asked her what was wrong because of the way she stared at me.
She said, “Nothing,” and I was too dense to see that she was into me,
and I wonder what would have happened if I’d been more aware
of what she was thinking and if we’d gone out together.

Would she have been the one I’d have nuptial bliss with one day?
Would she have been the one I would have been with forever?

In retrospect, I wish I had reacted to her with romantic intentions,
asked her out, brought her flowers, eventually declared my love for her,
gotten married to her in a little church, maybe in the country,
and loved her and cared for her for the rest of my life and been with her now.

Bob Boyd

I’ve lived in so many places
two continents and an island
met so many people that
I cannot remember them all
few left lasting impressions
some I’ll never forget
some I wish I hadn’t met
some I wish I had met
all a part of the tapestry
of the times and scenes
woven into my life

Bob Boyd

Squirrels busying themselves
on the ground and in trees
chattering and chirping
as they roam their territories
scurrying quickly on the ground
adeptly navigating in the trees
even tightroping telephone wires
keeping vigilant against cats
and any other predators
watching their activities
I wonder why I’ve never seen
a dead squirrel on the ground
stretching my mind a bit
I wonder if grieving squirrels
bury their dead in the trees

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I wonder where you are today,
if you’re okay and in a heaven in the afterlife.

I think about how we didn’t work out.
You were too much of an extrovert.
I was too much of an introvert.
You were the restless butterfly always compelled to socialize.
I was the content homebody compelled to stay home most of the time

You preferred small talk and never indulged in deeper conversations.
Being a bit philosophical, I preferred deeper conversations once in a while.

But we had everything in common when it came to the loving, and I often remember those sweet ecstasies we passionately shared.

But we didn’t work out and now you’re dead and I almost was when a cancer tried to take me out a few years ago and failed.

Here’s hoping we meet in the afterlife, and though we wouldn’t be soulmates; maybe at least we could be soul friends in that radiant world.

Here’s something else I’m hoping for, meeting my soulmate there too, and I hope you’ve met yours there already, if soulmates really exist, if romantic love prevails in the afterlife and those who
don’t find their soulmates on earth, find their eternal soulmates there.

Bob Boyd

When I lived in
the Philippines,
rats a problem
scared baby rat
scurried past
me in
hand clothes
washing area
stick in hand,
could have
killed it
and though
clearly vermin
too cute,
too innocent,
to kill.

Bob Boyd

At first there were so many I love yous
she could hardly count them,
But as the years passed by
the I love yous became nil.

She was dying from a lack of affection
and being taken for granted.
He was more interested in drinking with friends
while she stayed home alone.

Then one day she heard a country western song
entitled Isn’t It Lonely Together
and she knew what she had to do.
She left him a note that read I’m gone
and because we don’t have a relationship anymore,
and I’m tired of being so unloved and alone.

He tried to coax her back, but it was too late.
He said he would kill himself if she didn’t come back.
She called his bluff and stayed strong and free of him.

After that, he often got drunk and picked up stray women,
one night stands who never got involved with him.
She was more careful, took her time to find another
love and eventually found a good, attentive man,
got married and had a loving husband for the rest of her life.

Bob Boyd

She was like a radiant lily flower
She had that kind of shining beauty,
cornflower blue eyes and luxurious blonde hair,
wavy and below her shoulders
that could make a man gasp at the sight of it.

For two teenage summers she was my girlfriend
and we vowed one day we would get married.
But I should have known it would never last.
I was from the working class. My father worked in a factory.
She was from the middle class, her father an executive.

She was off to college. I didn’t have the grades or the money.
She became a homecoming queen. I became a jilted wreck.
when she left me for a rich college kid with the right pedigree.
Lived my life like a crazy man after that, not caring about anything.

Took me years to put the pieces of my heart back together.
I wasn’t as strong back then as I should have been, as I became with the years
and the knowledge that must people have broken heart moments
and disappointments as they travel on the mystery tour of this uncertain life.

Bob Boyd

She told me she was a black magic witch.
She said she had demonic familiars
that she could unleash on anyone
who met with her displeasure

I knew her when she was a Catholic girl,
always sweet and devoutly religious.
I wondered what went wrong with her
until I learned that madness ran rampant in her family.

I was saddened but not entirely surprised
when she had a psychotic break with reality
and had only imaginary black magic powers
minus any demonic familiars.

I never saw her after the break down,
never heard a word about her as if she vanished
and I often wonder what happened to that
formerly sweet and devout Catholic girl.

Bob Boyd

Too many loves that didn’t work out
plagued her life with sorrows and disappointments.
Two marriages that after years ended in divorce,
controlling men who turned out to be insufferable.
After decades of never finding lasting love
at seventy years of age she gave up on men and love.
Spent her final years with grandchildren and watching TV
to try to fill her elderly years with substitutes for romantic love.
But sometimes when she was alone and away from her grandchildren
and nothing good was on TV, she’d feel a stirring, a need for romantic love.

Bob Boyd

Brianna had a special kind of magic
the way she could make people shine
with the power of her praise.

Like Christmas lights turned on
at Christmas, smiles would light up their faces
when she said nice things to them.

Even old Mrs Guttenheimer, who rarely ever smiled,
glowed when Brianna complimented her.

She had the greatest interpersonal skills
everyone who knew her said.

But she let everyone down when she became a con artist
and scammed friends and rich investors out of millions.

Now she’s in San Quentin despite her interpersonal skills
that didn’t save her from a long prison sentence.

Bob Boyd

beneath the soil
exists a wood wide web
a network between
plant roots and fungi
carbon is giving the former
nutrients to the latter
and in the wood wide web
when one plant is attacked
the other plants know it
pity they cannot
defend themselves
like the fearsome
venus flytrap

bob boyd

You go through your life
as if you’re on earth forever
you forget that
you’re only here temporarily
and that at any moment
what happens only
to other people
can happen to you

until that day arrives
when you are that
other person
and a tragedy strikes
and you find yourself
in a hospital bed
for the first time in your life
except when you were born

and the truth hits you
like a sledgehammer
that you are clinging to your life
like you never imagined

and you wake up
to your impermanence
in this unpredictable world

and you start praying
fervent foxhole prayers
hoping God will somehow
spare your tenuous life
before the lights go out

and you are no longer
the other or any kind of person

and maybe if the
wondrous near death
experiences reports
are really true

you become alive
in the eternal afterlife
and meet the real you
imbibing the cosmic bliss
of unending unconditional love

Bob Boyd

according to a website
singular fortean
mothman has appeared
again
on a condominium
rooftop in chicago
witnessed by
a man named ryan
who said he saw
a humanoid creature
with eyes like lights
that unfurled its wings
and flew off the rooftop
and vanished into
the night

it’s probably just nonsense
a bogus hoax
instead of being legit
but either way
I don’t care
for me it’s just fun
and a break
from the mundane

bob boyd

the world over women wear makeup
it amazes me how it seems instinctive
programmed into the female psyche
to attract a desirable partner

it may be just all for procreation
the continuation of the species
like it is for all the other species
seemingly without romantic love

this makes me wonder if it’s all
only for keeping the river of
millions and millions of people
continuously populating and flowing

I’d rather it was all for romantic love
and that this romantic love continued
unbroken and forever in the afterlife
but sometimes I wonder what the
makeup and the love is all about

bob boyd