She Was So Astonishingly Beautiful

I remember watching her in a movie
in a packed movie theater when a
guy a few seats in front of me
gasped when he saw her
overcome by her incredible beauty
though I didn’t gasp
and was a teenage kid
I was taken with her beauty too
Many years later I learned that
despite her astonishing beauty
she never found lasting love
five marriages ending in divorces
undesired when she lost her looks
in the earlier years of her fifties
and spent the rest of her life
unloved and alone

Bob Boyd

As If from Out of the Ethers, this Amazing Woman Materializes into your life

When you’re a man and you meet an amazing woman you never knew before who is attracted to you and you to her and love ensues

it’s kind of like a miraculous event in this often lackluster life,
nearly as miraculous as a holy man parting a sea.

It’s as if you’ve been favored by the angels in heaven with one of their very own sent by them to be with you.

And magically, your life is filled with inexpressive joy and elated feelings you never had or hadn’t had in a long time.

The first time she smiles at you the wattage in her smile nearly makes you swoon when you experience it.

When she first looks into your eyes lovingly, it’s like you’ve the luckiest man in the world to have her look at you that way.

It’s close to a miracle this beautiful living being has come to be with you.
You might even worry that you’re not worthy of her, and you’re probably not.

But fortune is with you. She’s into you despite your quirks and flaws,
and it’s as if this amazing woman materialized out of the ethers into your blessed life.

Bob Boyd

Mysterious Object Flashing Signals from Space: YASKAP J1832-0911

Sends out pulses of radio waves and X-rays.
Might be a new cosmic object.

YASKAP J1832-0911

I was hoping it was a possible alien signal trying to make contact in space.

But, alas, the scientists say this:

“This discovery could indicate a new type of physics or new models of stellar evolution.”

I don’t understand the rest of the astronomy lingo, that is deeper in the article.

But I understand enough to see it’s not an exciting alien contact.

Maybe that’s not a bad thing.

Stephen Hawking once said, to paraphrase, be careful what you wish for when trying to contact aliens.

Bob Boyd

The Groupies of Serial Killers

I’ve never understood women who write
love letters to serial killers in prison.

Do these women have death wishes?
Are they psychologically screwed up?

Have they no compassion for the usually women
these monsters torture, rape and murder?

Though women on the outside, are they
like those twisted monsters on the inside?

I don’t understand their attraction to such demonic infamy.
I can only conclude they are in dire need of psychological help.

Bob Boyd

The Sheeple

Easily controlled
easily led
easily manipulated
believe propaganda
they’re spoon fed
never challenge
the narrative
no matter how
ridiculous
implausible
or harmful
sometimes their
blind obedience
is dangerous
consider Hitler’s
manipulated minions

Bob Boyd

conned by the moon and a goth woman

full moons always screw with me,
mess with my brain, misfire synapses.
spontaneous reckless choices
set me up with moon beam troubles.

stay in full moon nights. once badly beamed
twice shy and only fool me once.

hide inside protective tin hat on head;
garish crucifix around neck.
holy water sprinkled.

never watch YouTube videos with moons.
you may think I’m nuts for what I do.
me under full moons I would be.

frantic loud knocks on my door sweet girly voice,
“help me please help me I’m dying of thirst.”

goth woman maybe 22 that dark eye makeup,
kind of scary looking in morgue black clothes.
obscene dental work, fanged teeth.
everything pierced on her face.
disturbing horror movie smile.

“could I you give me a drink of water,” she said.

trickster full moon clouded my mind.
forgot to be wary of strangers,
especially vampiric-looking ones.

you know how they always say
trust your instincts listen to that small
voice inside of you when it says
something like MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

because of those damn full moon
beams my instincts and small
voice offline needed a reboot.
forgot how to do because
transformed into mindless lunar loon.

turned my back to get her a glass of water.
good deed punished, goth girl had gun.
shot banged loudly, bullet in my back.
passed me out losing a lot of blood, life exiting.

goth girl rummaged my apartment stole all my goods
and my beloved 2001 Dodge Ram pick up truck.

ex girlfriend neighbor heard shot.
despite nasty break up still had a heart.

drove me to the ER a few minutes up the street.
me close to dead bleeding on car’s upholstery
mumbled an I’m sorry before passing out.

died on the examination table temporarily.
rose out of my clinically dead body.
astral traveled to the moon, kicked its ass.

okay I’ll admit it, hallucinating but when the paddles
slammed me back to life damn It felt real,
like sweet revenge on the moon.

the murderous evil goth girl totaled my ram.
head on into a garbage truck on highway 666,
probably drugged up and maybe it was justice.

unlike me clinically, her terminally dead,
presumably woke up in a dark goth hell.

I miss my truck.

Bob Boyd

A Wonderful Woman

She lived a happy caring life.
Everybody loved her ways.
Never an unkind word.
Never an intended hurt.

She became a social worker,
Helping many in need,
Her life’s work Service.

She married a good man,
Had three little children,
Attended a Baptist Church
Every Sunday with her family.
Delivered meals to shut ins.

After the Church Services
Late one foreboding night,
She ran an errand at
A 24 hour supermarket.

She had a troubling feeling she
Shouldn’t be out so late
That night but she ignored it.
A lurking apex serial killer
Captured her in his weaved web.

Tortured her unmercifully
For many hellish hours,
Her pleas for mercy,
Her screams unheard.
He killed her slowly
Savored her every whimper.

He did many unspeaking things
To her torn and bruised corpse.
And threw her bagged remains
Into the depths of Clinton Lake.

By luck and maybe providence
Divers found her soaked parts.
The killer remained a mystery.
Years passed never caught.

And church members cried and
Wondered how God could let
Such a heinous thing happen
To such a wonderful woman.
And so do I.

Bob Boyd

Study Suggests Africa Is Being Torn Apart by a Superplume of Hot Rock

I didn’t know what a superplume was before I read a scientific article
and I’m no scientist. I just have a little interest in unusual scientific things.

The superplume “is a massive upwelling of hot, partially molten rock from deep within the Earth.” My thanks to Duckduckgo’s AI Assist for that simplified definition.

According to the article, scientists believe the superplume is cause a massive
increase in volcanic activity that is ripping Africa apart.

This makes me wonder what would be in the middle if Africa were torn apart,
and God Almighty, would people in Africa be somehow about to get out of the way of that catastrophe, were it to happen?

To me, it sounds impossible that an entire country could be ripped apart,
but stranger things have happened in this ever changing world.

And I’m surprised we haven’t had another mass extinction event yet. The last one happened 66 million years ago, and supposedly there have been from 5 to 20 as far back as scientists can report.

Bob Boyd

Lousy Incarnations and Got Pissed at God

I was a dog before I died
And learned to my delight
I was going to be a human
In my next incarnation.

My soul beamed with joy
When about to be reborn
As Howard Cassidy in
An idyllic Idaho town.

At first, my human life
Was fun and exciting
Until I was diagnosed with
Incurable chronic depression,
And I began taking drugs
To blot out the dark despair.

From there on I had a lousy life,
Hopeless days, sleepless nights,
Homeless, ragged and hurting,
Begging in the streets,
Died of a drug overdose.

In the afterlife I asked God
Why I had to have such
A lousy human life when
I thought I’d got an upgrade

I was told telepathically
In my life as a dog
I’d been a bad dog,
Bit too many people,
Killed too many cats.
Had to pay ofF my
Karmic debt with that
Lousy human life

I lost my temper,
Called God a dick,
Pissed him off.
For that sacrilege,
That unholy disrespect.
He sent me back to life
As a hissing cockroach.

Bob Boyd

Homeless And Hurting

Drunk, begging for money
Unwashed and stinking
How did I get reduced to this?
In abandoned youth
Drank to joyful excesses
Knowing alcoholism
Never a problem,
Just a fashionable pastime
Among my twenties peers,
Just an obligatory
Passage of youth.
Now a fifties failure
Lost jobs, broken marriages
Homeless and hurting.

Bob Boyd

Message to Ruth

I kind of wish we could have worked out
despite me leaving you.

And I hope since you are no longer on
this earth you’re in a place like heaven.

And that maybe somehow through the
ethers you can read this message.

I truly believe that is possible. I believe
the deceased sometimes can feel

when someone is writing something
to or about them.

And I have what I feel are concrete
reasons for believing that.

I wish I hadn’t been an introvert and
you an extrovert that became more

interested in being out with your
friends than maintaining our love.

And though I had to leave you,
unable to cope with the loneliness,

and because you were never going
to change,

I felt bad for you when you called me
once in a while throughout the years

hoping that maybe we could get back
together again for another try.

I wasn’t being mean or spiteful when
I could never go back to loving you.

When my heart is broken by someone,
I just cannot take the risk of that

person breaking it again no matter how
contrite she seems or says she’s changed.

I just can’t do it.

But I was sad to hear of when you
died in your fifties decades ago,

and I hope you went to a better place
where death was a doorway to a

glorious life for you, and maybe we’ll
meet again when I go through that doorway too.

Bob

Women Fated to be Unappealing to Men

Some women are born without the pretty faces
or the alluring bodies that attract men.

They’re never asked to dance at high school
dances, and they might be called nasty names

by mean high school boys who find them
unattractive.

And these women may never find love
their entire lives

and go to the grave never having married
or been loved by a man.

Why does life have to be like this? Why do
some women have all the advantages and
some none when it comes to looks and love?

If reincarnation exists, maybe women who
are beautiful in one life are unattractive in
their next lives to sort of balance their
karma out for greater spiritual growth.

Or maybe it’s an unfair luck of the draw
whether a woman is born attractive or not.

Fortunately, some women who are unappealing
to men on the outside are beautifully alluring
on the inside and find love.

But, alas, I cannot imagine how sad it must be
for a woman to realize she wasn’t born pretty like
other women and may never experience romantic
love.

And I find the unfairness of that so goddamn tragic.

Bob Boyd

Interdimensional Apex Predators and 411s

Imagine if like larger animals preying on
smaller animals in nature, there were
unstoppable interdimensional apex
predators preying on the humans that
vanish mysteriously in national parks
leaving no clues behind.

Imagine if in a millisecond, they could
appear in this dimension and invisibly
snatch a human out of it before the
human could scream or shout and
drag the human into another dimension.

Imagine if they invisibly roamed national
parks seeking human prey like big animals
roam forests seeking small animal prey.

Unfortunately, I think that might be plausible
considering how these humans vanish with
no footprints that trackers can follow
and no scents that search dogs can track.

The other plausibility is that aliens moving
silently in and out of dimensions are
abducting these missing 411s.

Whatever the case it’s mysterious and
frightening, and the numbers of missing
411s are staggering.

Bob Boyd

1600s Nefarious Superstar Witch Hunter

Matthew Hopkins 1600s Witch Hunter
Proclaimed Witch Hunter General
Superstar status sending scores of
Innocent man and women to the gallows
Using forbidden torture and heinous trickery
Turned witch hunting into lucrative enterprise
Incentivized to find and hang more innocents
The elderly often easy marks and easy money
People in towns and villages didn’t mind the killings
Social cleansing of those they didn’t like or need
Eventually the costs became Hopkins undoing
Taxes raised too high to pay for his infamy
Demand for his costly skills evaporated
1647 the Witch Hunter General died
Probably of a disease like tuberculosis
Never taken to task for the deaths
Of 100 innocent people. More’s the pity.

Bob Boyd

Be Still My Beating Heart

Be still my beating heart,
she’s reading my poems again.

I can’t believe this princess among
women has graced me with her
presence once again.

Surely I’ve been favored by angels
in heaven and even by God above
that this loveliest of all women is
reading the words I crafted for her.

Of course, I’m just imagining this
and you may have believed it was real,
but I’m an imaginative man with many
imaginative scenarios running endlessly
through my expansive mind.

And I kinda liked the idea of a guy being
able to feel the presence of a most special
woman reading his poems on his blog,
like a supernatural romantic thing.

Bob Boyd

Dogs Are Often Better Than Romantic Partners

Why dogs are often better
than romantic partners?

Let me show you the ways:

There’s no deceit in a dog.

Dogs won’t leave you or
break your heart.

A dog’s love for you will
never wane, a romantic
partner’s love will. They
may still love you, but
it’s not the same as when
they first fell in love with
you.

If for some reason you
and the dog’s relationship
doesn’t work out, the dog
won’t take you to court
and demand alimony.

Whether you are away
from a dog for minutes or
days, you will get the
same amount of excitement
when the dog sees you.

No way will you get that
consistency from a romantic
partner.

A dog will never say an
unkind word or, worse, swear
at you.

A dog will never bad
mouth you to neighbors or
coworkers, as some romantic
partners do.

Last, no matter how great
your relationship with your
romantic partner is, it will
never compare to the
unconditional love of a dog.

Bob Boyd

Cancer Was Transformative for Me

I never worried about getting cancer.
I was convinced I’d never get it.
No cancer in my family,
didn’t smoke, drink or do drugs,
rarely ate red meat, worked out
and walked daily for decades.

So when I was diagnosed with the
killer C, it was a surprise to me.

But, what was more surprising to me,
is when I got the dreadful news,
I was immediately resigned to it.

I didn’t become stressed out. It
was like this: often the fear of
something is worse than when
that something happens.

And even more surprisingly, I just
didn’t care, as if I’d somehow been
given a Zen attitude about it.

In some ways I actually enjoyed it.

Because I like gaining new knowledge,
I enjoyed seeing how all the tests and
procedures worked.

I enjoyed the various tests and even
the cancer infusions I took weekly.

Prior to the cancer, I hated hospitals,
and feared seeing doctors.

After the cancer, I loved hospitals
for the lives hospital workers save,
the people they heal, and those
they help get well or enable to live
with chronic illnesses.

And I lost my fear of seeing doctors
and came to appreciate them as well.

I really appreciated the nurses
in the cancer infusion room.

I had fun kidding with them and
they with me. I even wrote a poem
about them:

Earth Angels
By Bob Boyd

Dedicated earth angels helping the sick
Despite hard hours remaining angelic
Compassionately saving lives from dying
Never giving up on you, always trying
To heal your body with saintlike tenderness
Using precision, care, and benevolence
As surely as there is a number seven
There’s a special place for nurses in heaven.

And unanticipated by me, that first poem
I wrote led to me writing over 2,000 poems
to date.

And I plan to write thousands more,
despite not having had an interest in writing
poetry, and not having read much poetry
before the cancer.

Best of all, I gained enormous personal and spiritual
growth from the cancer, and I’m grateful I had it
and that I survived it.

Bob Boyd

I’m Liking the Mad Hatter Red-Haired Woman

You say the mad hatter title says she’s most likely
bat crap crazy.

I say one man’s crazy is another man’s endearing
eccentricity.

I say the heart sign she makes with her fingers in the photo suggests a lot of love and loads of compassion.

Furthermore, the mad hatter in her says to me she’s enchanting, whimsical, fascinating, and tons of fun.

I think I’m in love.

Bob Boyd

She Was Only a Blow up Doll but Oh How He Loved Her

To the people of the commonplace world,
with minds narrow as a razor’s edge,
who know nothing of real true love,
she was only a plastic blow up doll,
a poor imitation of the real thing.
But she was his Venus in plastic,
his beautiful inflatable goddess,
and he loved her beyond measure.
And oh how she listened to him,
hung on to his every word.
And oh how she was always there
for him anytime day or night.
And she never cheated on him
or even looked at another man.
Nor did she ever say an unkind
word or argue with him.
But, alas, the romance deflated,
their full blown love punctured,
when he learned she was full of hot air.

Bob Boyd

I Hate Wars but I Appreciate the Military

It is disappointing that as long as humans
have been on the planet

we still have wars.

I would think our species would be beyond
that by now.

But as a realist, I know without the military
we would have been conquered long ago.

I know without all the men and women
in the military who served our country

we would not have the freedom we
have today,

and I know many of them sacrificed their
lives for that freedom

like the Biblical “No greater love ….”

Bob Boyd

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