Category: Poetry

Maybe it’s only about procreation.
Insects, fish, animals, humans
all do it, advancing their species.
Maybe all the human fuss about
all the human affairs and news
and all the self importance
isn’t more important than the
affairs and news of all the
other species deemed lesser
than deemed greater humans.

Bob Boyd

Ikkyu wrote something about how there was a skeleton
propping up the body of the woman you are fondling.
I found that a little too real, unsettling thought,
not that I’m fondling any women in my dwindling days
but I find it close to macabre to think of a woman
as just flesh propped up by bones.
Though I have to concur, Ikkyu certainly made a point
about the impermanence of humans, love and life.

Bob Boyd

Vic lacked the Midas touch
unlike his friend, Benny.
Benny had the knack
for making money easily.
Everything he tried
became successful and
profitable.

Vic couldn’t succeeded
at anything he tried
and went bankrupt
over and over like a
natural born loser.

Maybe people like
Benny have more
luck than others who
try the same things
and try them the same
ways but fail miserably.

Whatever the case, it’s
unfortunate that some
have it and some don’t.

Bob Boyd

A wife and a mother, she lost her mind when Trump got elected.
She screamed and acted like a lunatic and ran into a wall
while her husband in the background told her to calm down.

I wondered how he could have married a woman so unhinged
and how long their marriage would last after she acted like a lunatic.

Her craziness didn’t bode well for him. She probably was given
to over reactions about other things.

And I suspect the day would come when she’d blow up too much
and tax her husband’s patience beyond any human’s limits.

And he’d finally reach his breaking point and get the hell
away from his wife’s tripwire lunacy.

Bob Boyd

She felt she was more important
that the rest of us.

She always paraded around in
fancy clothes.

She never spoke to us,
like a first class snob.

I wondered what nonsense made
her so self-obsessed.

I wonder what nonsense makes
people act like her.

Imagine going through life thinking
you’re better than others.

Imagine how limited a life
that would be.

And I wonder if she ever got married
and woe to her husband if she did.

Bob Boyd

She said she was all for the F word.
That was fine with me.
I don’t care about swears,
but why didn’t she spell or say
it out if she was fine with it.
Maybe she really had some
residual resistance to it and
she wanted to seem cool.
I didn’t care either way
after all the F word is
just an S word.

Bob Boyd

She gets up every morning
dresses and goes to work teary-eyed.

She sees her work as work therapy
to get over the love she threw away

with a dishonest player she met on Facebook,
who had her and dumped her

after she left her husband of 20 years for him.
She tried to get back with her husband

but he wasn’t having any of it.
She lost his love and trust forever.

And there’s no chance of her husband
after taking her back.

He cannot forget or forgive her
for exhibiting herself on Facebook,

casting herself and her wares into the sea of men
to lure their attentions and comments into her page,

disrespecting and disgracing her loving husband, like
a virtueless, attention seeking single woman.

Maybe the loss, the hard knock, will benefit her,
and she’ll make better choices with the next man in her life.

After all everybody makes mistakes
and some people become better because of them.

Bob Boyd

Remembering and thinking
about the great song
Send Me an Angel.

Who couldn’t use
having an angel sent to them?

Imagine if you could request
angelic assistance when you
desperately needed some
Divine intervention.

For example, the love of your
life has just passed away
and you’re at the lowest
point of your life and
you request desperately
needed help.

Then the heavens part.
An angel drops down
into your life and
offers you solace and
tells you something like
he or she is in a better
place and not dead in
the glorious afterlife.

And that you and your
significant other will be
together again one day.

You sigh happily and
feel some Divine energy
stream out of the angel
and into you. And you
feel the greatest peace
and happiness of your life.

Bob Boyd

a youtube influencer decided to take a trip to china
as an american, he felt some fear at going
into communist enemy territory
a wrong word mistaken for political slander
might land him in a chinese slammer

to his surprise he didn’t suffer any hate
the people who interacted with him
were cheerful and pleasant

sad opposing governments
with different ideologies
can’t be as cheerful and as pleasant
and just want to get along
as those accepting and friendly
nice chinese people

bob boyd

worked 16 hours a day
6 days a week
to make big money
in stocks and bonds
missed a lot in life
too tired when he got home
to do anything fun
just fell asleep

he planned to sacrifice
fun and relaxation
and make enough money
to retire at age 50
his heart didn’t
have the same plan
he died of a heart attack
at a burned out age 35

bob boyd

Many people love going on cruises.
I don’t understand the appeal.
Cruises mean nothing to me.
Stuck on an ocean or a sea in a fake city
Limited to that space in vast waters,
is no pleasure cruise getaway for me.
I wouldn’t even go on a cruise for free.

Bob Boyd

On the dating app, the older single women
listed their financial requirements
averaging 100k a year, sometimes more.

It was as if they were selling themselves
for high price tags rather than seriously
looking for true love.

It was as if they were overpriced sales goods
priced far too high for serious considerations.

I was kinda glad I didn’t make the 100k a year
and felt it wouldn’t have been worth it anyway.
And honestly, I don’t think any of those women
were worth 100k a year, but I do feel some
women are worth more than money can buy.
And if you’re extremely lucky or richly blessed,
you might find one of those priceless women
and win their immeasurable, lasting love.

Bob Boyd

Back in the seventies I was living in Cambridge Mass
when I and two friends saw a sign that read
free dinner with the Hare Krishnas.

Interested in exploring spiritual groups and beliefs,
myself and my friends attended the dinner.

The Krishnas were nice, likable people,
but one thing surprised me.

Like fundamentalist Christians,
they believed Krishna was the only way,
but instead of going to heaven
you went to Krishnaloka.

I was surprised by their dogma
since Hinduism is usually accepting
of other religions and spiritual paths.

Then the unexpected happened.
One of my friends had disappeared
for about ten minutes.

He returned with one of the Krishnas
with the two white lines on his forehead
just like the Krishnas had.

At first, I thought they’d got him.
It was like something out of the
invasion of the body snatcher’s movie.

But then my friend flashed a comical smile,
and I knew he was just going with the
experience for the fun of it
and that he hadn’t been recruited.

Although I was surprised by the Hare Krishna’s
belief that Krishna was the only or best way
to go to a heaven or become one with God,
I have to say their esteemed founder
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
seemed like a real deal saintly Spiritual Master.

Bob Boyd

Often I have these dreams
where I’ve done crazy things.
Last night I dreamed
I stole a fish form a coworker
right out of her office
in a fish bowl I brought to work.
And I hid the fishbowl in a closet
to sneak it out of the building
at an opportune moment
when she wouldn’t see
me swiping her fish.

When I work up alarmed,
that I I’d stolen a coworker’s fish,
a mini second later,
I realized I didn’t steal her fish
and that I hadn’t worked
in a year and never
worked in the office
or knew the woman
in my petty theft dream.

Bob Boyd

Consider all the people who lived and died,
the famous, the unknown, the forgotten,
the millions and billions gone from this world.
The numbers make me think none of us
are really significant, all disposable,
as millions and millions more are born
and the important and the unimportant
become the same, dead in the ground.

Bob Boyd

He accepts the inevitable,
that she is leaving him.
His heart trembles
but does not break.
He senses some tears
wanting to fall
from his eyes,
but he holds them back
and thinks to himself
it’s for the best.

Bob Boyd

I suspect for most people
dreams of everlasting love
dawn in them in their teens
as they did in me.

Despite those romantic dreams
I, like others, never realized
those dreams of everlasting love
in this unpredictable, changing world.

This makes me wonder if
everlasting love is illusionary
that even if you have it for
a lifetime it doesn’t last
forever when you die.

It makes me wonder if
in the afterlife romantic love
is neverafter.

Perhaps replaced with
an unconditional love
for everyone.

Or maybe if dead is dead
and your you is obliterated
the dreams of everlasting
romantic love are dead forever
returning never.

Personally, I’d prefer if
romantic love was
everlasting in the afterlife
for even those who never
found it in this temporary life.

Bob Boyd

Who would have thought
the once highly respected
daily TV MSM news
would have become full of lies.
What happened to journalist integrity?
Why is there no journalistic oversight
to protect the public from all the lies?
Where is the objectivity instead of
the neverending left wing bias?
Day after day force feeding
their unhealthy junk food news
to many unsuspecting gullible
people addicted to their TVs
and believing the blatant lies,
eating up and blindly ingesting all
they see on the fake news on TV.
A sweet deal for the Left
an injustice for the Right
and a blight upon the once
highly respected TV MSM News.

Bob Boyd

To my surprise
the days don’t
pass slower
now that I’m
retired and
not working
anymore.

I thought the
days would
slow down
when I wasn’t
as busy as
when I worked.

But the days
pass by
just as fast,
and I suspect
they’ll pass
faster and
faster and
hasten me
sooner to
my expiration
death date,
which I think
will happen
in less than
six short years
despite feeling
healthy and
well now.

Bob Boyd

Good days,
cherish them
while they last.

Eventually
they go bad.
Sometimes
worse than
you ever
imagined
how bad a
day could be.

A car crash.
A cancer.
Death of
a loved one –
a son, daughter
brother, sister
a husband or
a wife.

Eventually
the good days
come back,
but those days
never last
forever.
Eventually
they’re all
gone when
you die.

But maybe,
just maybe,
you get
good days
forever in
the afterlife.

Bob Boyd