Some of My Favorite Poems I’ve Written

he plucked her out of poverty
paid her baby son’s medical bills
provided her with a better life
took her from the third world
to the advantageous first world
not long after all he did for her
she ungratefully left him
in search of more first world
splendors and advantages

bob boyd

Imagine
if your place
in nature
brief and
limited
to being
fish food.

Worse
consider
your brief life
limited
to alien food
one otherworldly
terrifying fay.

What is truly
bothersome
is why
some lifeforms
exist only
as food for
other lifeforms.

Consider
the chicken.

But
in the end
Mother Earth
eats us all.

Bob Boyd

When he got initiated into meditation in Cambridge, MA
He heard a soft snapping sound in the center of his forehead
And his mind was flooded with bliss that lasted for over an hour
He felt as if he’d come home, the place he was born to be
He felt like he’d been a Hindu monk in a former life
Two years later, at a little over age 27
He’d had many experiences of transcendence,
Inexpressive bliss and profound peace
During every meditation spiritual energy
Rose gently from base of his spine to the crown of his head
And around it, kind of like the drawings of halos
You see in various religious renderings
But despite the blissful meditations he
Was a hardcore party guy, drinking to excess many nights
With the possibility of Alcoholism in his future
Though he always got his meditations in
One morning as he sat in meditation in deep relaxation
The the energy rose up faster from the spine and
Lit up his head with white light bright like the sun
His consciousness began to expand beyond his body
And he felt he was going to merge with the cosmos
And leave everything near and dear to him behind
Including a girlfriend he loved beyond measure
He pulled out of meditation shaken and awed
Three lights flashed above his head
The next day in a health food store in Boston with a friend
He felt the spiritual energy rise from the spine into his head
Never had it arisen outside of meditation
His eyes widened a little fearful but awed
He thought he might be entering Cosmic Consciousness
Prematurely, which could have had disastrous results
His friend said, “Bob, you look like you’re on acid.”
Though he never experimented with LSD
He said, “Man, I feel like it.”
Later in the day, the energy dimmed down
But the day after that when he was with his girlfriend
The spiritual energy streamed up again and didn’t cease
Instinctively he knew what went up was never going down
Thereafter it streamed up 24/7 and has
For over 50 years, and he never drank
After the initial awakening of the energy
Like pouring swamp water into spring water

Bob Boyd

I love how our love is growing as effortlessly as a flag fluttering in a gentle breeze.
I’m enraptured with each increasingly wonderful moment we’re sharing.
As the world keeps turning, my heart keeps turning toward yours,
and the spinning stars keep twinkling with joy for us in moonlit, romantic skies.
As the sun keeps becoming brighter blessing our sacred union,
the moon keeps growing fuller magnifying my increasing love for you.

I know this is something more than just mundane, romantic love.
This is like a cosmic happening with our stars finally aligning,
our destined souls finally uniting after so many incomplete loves
when our preordained love seemed as distant as a lone star in a faraway galaxy.
And I felt so forlorn throughout my life never finding the truest of true loves
that I finally found in wonderful, beautiful, loveliest of all you.

Bob Boyd

Once in a while I write love poems but to no one in particular and with no one in mind, not even a past love. Maybe my writing love poems to no one is symptomatic of a mild psychological condition, lol.

I come from succession of werewolves
I am of the twelfth generation
But all those generations weakened
The strength of the genetic strain
For the world’s sake and human lives
I’m grateful for the benign outcome

To the people in my country town
I’m a well-liked local pastor of
A respectable Christian church
Though I lead a double life
When the moon becomes full

On those foreboding nights
I’m a horrifying, raging werewolf
Thank God the grisly killing part
Of my cursed beastly inheritance
Has been bred completely out of me
But on full moon nights I still morph
Into that preternatural wolf beast
And run and howl through forests

When a local accidentally sees me
And nearly faints from fright
And tells the people in the town
About the terrifying sight of
The darker, moonlit side of me
I’m downgraded to being called
A mere lesser Dogman and that
Insult enrages me so I almost
Wish I could go on a werewolf
Killing spree to avenge the slight

Bob Boyd

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Since I know some things about transcendence
and spiritual experiences,
I often think I should be beyond the human need
for romantic love.

I should be more about the Oneness, the nonduality,
the eternal bliss consciousness that supposedly
is beyond conditional love and is everlasting.

I should be clearly aware that even if I found
the love of my life at 80, it would only be
temporary when one of us died and left the other unlike
the permanence of eternal bliss consciousness.

Maybe it’s a deficiency in me that sometimes makes
romantic feelings arise and hope that those who don’t find
their true loves in this life find them in the afterlife.

Maybe I’m more a romantic than a mystic
despite my 24/7 spiritual experience.

Maybe I’ll be a romantic mystic when I die
and ride unicorns in crystalline skies in
expanded states of consciousness with
a long awaited soulmate that is heavenly and
perfect in every way for me.

More likely, I’ve been listening to too many old
love songs today, lol.

Bob Boyd

some people claim they have experienced them
some say their houses were haunted by them
some catholic priests allege they have exorcized them
some tv shows and documentaries seem believable about them
as for me, i’ve never seen any of them in real life
perhaps because i never put any stock in them
or tried to summon them with ouija boards or seances
though i have seen two deceased people in dreams
one a native american medicine man, the other an old friend
perhaps summoned by the empathy i had for them

bob boyd

I’ve met many women in dreams.
Ever hear of Marilyn Monroe?
Never met her in a dream, lol.
Always unknown women,
never erotic, sometimes romantic.
Erotic could mean a succubus – egads!
Just as things start to go somewhere
like a caress and a kiss, I wake up,
as if in dreams I’m striking out, lol.

To give an amateur interpretation
of those women in my dreams,
maybe somewhere in my muted depths
I’m a repressed romantic with
romantic notions sometimes
surfacing in my nighty slumbers.

When I first had a blood cancer,
that was trying its damnedest
to take me out, I began having
dreams of women galore
practically every night.
I wondered if they were like
angels hovering around me
to guide me into the afterlife
in case the cancer killed me.

After the cancer went into remission
two years ago, I rarely had
dreams of women, except an occasional
romantic dream of an alluring one.

Bob Boyd

It was like something out of a horror movie
when my bride to be was in the hospital
hysterical and attacked by a monstrous beast
that the doctors thought had been a bear.

She was lucky, only a wound. But her mind
was terribly traumatized. The psychological
wound was worse.

Things got worse weeks later when a full
moon lit up the night sky and my bride to
be screamed at me to get out of her
apartment before I died.

I didn’t take her seriously at first. But when
she howled and began to morph into what
I realized was a werewolf, though shocked
and terrified, I could not leave her,
my bride to be.

Perhaps God was on my side that night. When
she fully morphed into that giant howling
nightmare, a real life horror, she spared me,
ran past me and into the forest behind her
house.

My bride to be broke off our engagement after
that, refused to see me. And I kept hearing of
people torn to shreds on the news during
full moon nights.

Though it broke my heart, I knew what I had to do,
a gun and silver bullets.

One night as the moon was becoming full, I broke
into her home just as she was howling and morphing.
I aimed my gun at what was no longer her, that
giant hairy beast with evil eyes that radiated death,
but I didn’t have the heart to pull the trigger.

I dropped the gun because though she had become
a monster, something in me still loved her.
I think even in her morphed monster form,
she still loved me and spared me with
only a bite instead of tearing me to pieces.

Now she is my bride to be again, werewolves
in love forever.

Bob Boyd

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Mary Lindsay went to church
And came home saved
Mary Lindsay went to a bar
And came home drunk
Mary Lindsay went to church again
And came home saved again
Mary Lindsay went back to the bar again
And came home drunk again
I’m not throwing any stones
At least she was trying.

Bob Boyd

This is a simple poem and I’ve created many fictional characters in poems, but despite the poem’s simplicity, Mary Lindsay is my favorite character.

I love her because I feel she had a difficult childhood that caused her severe harm, like being sexually abused as a child. And that dark chapter in her young life, and probably other horrible things, led her to alcoholism.

I love her because she’s not giving up despite what she’s been through, and I feel she will prevail in the end and have a great life despite the disadvantages she faced.

Scientists always thought aliens would be physical beings.
Despite their imposing intellects, they never imagined
That the aliens would come through notes and bars.
At first, the strange, hypnotic music seemed earthly
Until it played across the planet and lulled the world
Into a comatose state, everything brought under its spell,
The world and its populations as frozen as the arctic.
Their conquest done, the musical aliens devoured their prey,
Sated themselves on every living thing and trumpeted away.

Bob Boyd

White Light illuminates the darkness of the inner night.
To mystics common fare, to others never there.
One in whom the sun never sets sees it everywhere.

Bob Boyd

If the planets stopped spinning,
And the sun and the moon exploded in the sky,
And with another big bang the universe died,
I’d still be loving you.

Bob Boyd

My last thought when the vampire bit my jugular vein
And I began to pass out and thought I was going to die.

I came to about an hour later.
I couldn’t believe I was still alive.

But I knew I had been cursed with the vampire virus,
And I hungered for human blood.

Yet somehow I didn’t have it in me to kill another human
Or turn one into a vampire like me.

So I learned to draw my own blood and sate myself on it.

Remembering fictional vampire lore, I decided to look in a mirror
To see if I was there. I wasn’t. Not even a shadow. Not even a trace.

Desperate to try to end the curse, I grabbed the large wooden cross on my wall
And pressed it firmly against my chest and prayed to God
To deliver me from the curse. It didn’t work.

My girlfriend knocked at my door. When I opened it she looked shocked,
Said I looked sick and had a pale, ghoulish complexion.

As I stood there eyeing her jugular vein I became irresistibly driven by a desire
To feed on her rich young blood.

I dastardly mesmerized her rendering her unable to resist my vampiric intentions,
Bit her in the jugular vein and sucked blood out of her.

Curiously, I had no qualms about what I did to her. My conscience had been obliterated.
When my girlfriend came to and displayed her fangs, we went into the night in search of prey.

Bob Boyd

He grew to dislike the peopled world,
Too many crowds of noisy humans,
Too much motion and commotion.
He preferred the quiet, solitary life
Never a bothersome interruption.
Never any tensions or arguments.
Reading and writing many poems,
Passing his days in total tranquility.

Bob Boyd

Space Colonization has to be done,
Inhabiting only one planet unsafe.
Imagine the sun burning out,
And the earth getting vaporized,
And all the humans gone forever.
Sure its billions of years away,
But other threats could happen,
An asteroid impact, a gamma
Ray burst, rogue black holes
Giant solar flares, global
Epidemics and much more.
I’m thinking of the future,
But not one for me and
My generation. We’ll be
Gone beyond this world,
Unless, as some believe,
We’ll be back repeatedly
Life after life and just as
Vulnerable as you and you.

Bob Boyd

Average looking
Beautiful to him
Unendowed body
Perfect to him
Her ways
Breathtaking
Her mind
Fascinating
Her personality
Enchanting
Her fidelity
Forever true
Her Love
Best he
Ever had

Bob Boyd

Sometimes in the nighttime hours
When everything is quiet
When the moon shows its face
And the stars light up the sky
I stare at it all in breathtaking awe
And my thoughts turn to beautiful you
I think of how wonderful you were
In the years of our star-crossed love
And I stifle as many tears as the stars
Remembering what happened to you
When that terminal cancer took
You into the darkest night
Beyond the stars
Beyond our love
Beyond this life

Bob Boyd

The song I’d Rather Ride Around with you by Reba Macintyre
Fills my heart with such happiness, makes me wish life could be
Filled with that kind of happiness every day in everyone’s life
And it’s my idea of the greatest real and true love;
No need for fancy things or exotic places,
Distractions that pale
Compared to just being together.
The incomparable joy
Of our hearts entwined
In a simple pleasure
Riding in that car, more than enough.
Our love providing all the excitement,
All the entertainment we’d ever need.
Our love forever and ever and ever
Beyond all those things and diversions
That others crave and need
That could never compare
To the happiness, the love
We have just being together.
And I’d rather ride around with you.

Bob Boyd