Summer’s in for
the fight of its life

and it’s heating up
September with
ambitions to live

into December,
to have a first
Summer’s Christmas.

But Fall and Winter
have different plans.

They tag team Summer,
knock it out cold in
med September.

And Summer stays
knocked out until
July and

wakes up
determined to have
its first Christmas
again,

which it has
been doing

since the
seasons were born

and the fight will
begin and end
the same way
as long as

there is the sun,
the moon, the earth

the seasons
and the heavens.

Bob Boyd

All the way through
grade school and
high school
Leah made A grades

and always knew
she wanted to be
a doctor.

She got accepted
at The University of
New Mexico School
of Medicine with a
scholarship.

In her second year
she fell in love
with a student named
John Nettles,

who was a member
of a cult.

Seven months into
their relationship

John convinced Leah
to join the cult.

A year later, Leah
was brainwashed
and dead.

She died holding
John’s hand in
the cult’s
mass suicide,

and the members
believed they would
return to life in a
better world on

a distant planet
and live there

young and happy
forever.

And all of Leah’s
plans evaporated,
her dreams dead,
her becoming a
doctor —

NEVER.

Tragic how
sometimes one’s
dreams can be
sabotaged by

ANOTHER.

Bob Boyd

Mary had a little lamb;
she also had a beau.

Her lamb followed her
everywhere. Her beau
was just so so

and jealous of Mary’s
friendship with her
faithful lamb.

After many fights with
her beau about her
friendship with the lamb,

Mary realized she had
to choose between
the lamb and the beau.

But when Mary was
at work baking a
plum pie

for a customer named
Jack Horner,

her beau kidnapped
her lamb, drove him
50 miles away to a
lamb slaughterhouse.

When Mary came
home, he told her
her lamb had
run way.

But what her beau
didn’t know
is Mary had had
her lamb
microchipped

and she saved
her lamb just in
time as he was
about to be
slaughtered.

She kicked her
beau out of her
house,

said I don’t need
no man,

and her and her
lamb

lived happily
ever after.

Bob Boyd

No more problems,
hassling your head.

No more enemies,
won’t need friends.

No more having to
hustle for money,

won’t need any
when you are

dead.

If you were a
son of a bitch
in this life

no consequences,
no haters,

if dead is
dead.

Bob Boyd

she no longer got
the lingering looks,
the constant glances.

Lusting men no
longer wanted
to sleep with her.

Even the mirror
no longer
was wowed
by her.

In a way, when
her looks
vanished, it was
as if she
vanished too.

But though age
stole her looks,

as it does with
everyone,

in my opinion,
she probably
got hotter.

How could I
write such an
impossibility
you ask?

I say with all
the years
she’s lived, she
probably got
a lot hotter

inside her head.

And, think
about it,
beyond the
superficial,

what makes
her the hottest
is the part of
her you
cannot see.

Her beautiful mind.

Bob Boyd

When I first head
of Dogman,

the idea of a Dogman
seemed ridiculous
to me.

Given all the Bigfoot
sightings, I could see
that idea as plausible,

but Dogman, no way.

Yet the reports of
Dogman sightings
keep rolling in,

especially in
Ohio.

As the sightings
keep increasing,
it gets harder
to be skeptical,

sightings all over
the U S of A
and even
in Canada,
according the the
North American
Dogman Project.

And the fact there is
a Dogman Project
suggests

that Dogman might
be real, and surely
it is real to those

who founded the
project.

The project and
all those alleged
sightings

imply I could
be wrong
in not believing

Dogman is real.

And if you are
a believer in this
canine wonder,
you are

probably right.

Bob Boyd

While doing a
rewind of my life,

I came upon
the first
woman/girl I
fell in love
with at
age 16.

She lived in
New Jersey;
I lived in
Massachusetts.

I should have
know the
logistics weren’t
right.

But I hadn’t heard
the saying
long distance
romances
never
work out.

Now with over
60 years of
living since
then and
experiences
with more
women,

I can see
the fault lines
that were in
that ill-fated
love.

And I know
that her
leaving me
saved me
from future
complications.

But, I wish
I could have
been with a
woman/girl

that would
have been
with me
for all these
60 years.

Bob Boyd

Melinda turned
down a nice guy
she was dating,

said he was
too nice
for her.

The nice guy
named John
decided to
become a

bastard to
women and
treat them
like shit.

Melinda chose
a bad boy
nicknamed
Brick who

beat the
shit out
of her and

made her
frightened
and
miserable.

Pity how
the rejection
and the choice
turned out.

Sad how sometimes
rejections and
choices can have
bad and life
altering
consequences.

Bob Boyd

because as
a foreigner
I stood out,
I got tired of
being stared
at all the time.

However, I
didn’t mind
the pretty
women
looking at
me.

And the
Phillipines
has many
pretty and
beautiful
women in it.

This is why
filipinas
do well in
international
beauty contests.

Bob Boyd

You may see death as a frightening, awful ending
of a human life.

You are probably much younger than I am at 81.
I looked at death differently when I was younger;

I wanted to live a long and full life, but now that
I’ve lived that life, I can easily accept death just

being dead as my final chapter minus the problems,
the sorrows, the unfairness and the evil in this world.

And, I may be mistaken but I feel death is a wondrous awakening, not just dead. And I’m looking forward to it.

Bob Boyd

Nearly every week, I read or hear of another person or icon
of my generation dying, like a species that’s becoming extinct.

In one way, it’s depressing and sad to read of and hear of
my generation dying out.

In another way, it makes me long to join them on the other
side, like a glorious afterlife reunion.

But, if there’s no afterlife, I’m good with joining them obliterated
in oblivion – no problems, sorrows, or suffering. Eternal peace.

Bob Boyd

Many pretty English ladies roam the streets of
Manchester, UK from club

to club on weekend nights, many dressed in elegant
and colorful dresses.

Some are dressed casually but look pretty and
splendid as well.

I think to myself, lucky is the single fellow who
is seeking a girlfriend there on weekend nights.

Which reminds me, I’ve heard at least several times
that there are no good looking people in the UK.

Bullshit I say, given all the pretty English ladies
roaming the streets weekends in Manchester, UK.

Bob Boyd

I Read a poem where the poet wondered if birds
of different species

could understand the language of those
different species,

like Wrens understanding the songs and chirps
of sparrows.

According to what I discovered, birds from repetition
can understand what some of

the sounds other birds make regarding sounds that
warn of predators.

I supposed if different species of birds lived close
together, they could learn what other sounds meant,

sort of like how humans could learn some of the words
of humans who spoke a different language.

Bob Boyd

I believe my essence is consciousness.
I believe I’m more than my body and my mind.
I used to meditate and transcended many times.
Kundalini energy awakened in me over 50
years ago but never reached CC completion.
But that unexpected, partial awakening also
makes me think I’m more than my body and mind.
Of course, despite my experiences and my belief,
when I die instead of being consciousness, the
kundalini energy might dissipate, and I might
be just ashes or a corpse – and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

I’ve heard
people deride
rock bands
who just
had one
great hit
and no
others
they call
them one
hit wonders

but to
get even
one hit
is impressive
many never
achieve that
many bands
just play
locally and
never get
the big
break

so hail to
the so-called
one hit
wonders
for their
great hits
and all
their talent
and hard
work to
make those
hits happen

Bob Boyd

When a social worker made a wellness
check on 80 year old Mariam,

she couldn’t believe all the stuff Mariam
had in her house.

Items Mariam bought daily from thrift stores,
stacked in piles all over her house,

barely any room to walk around or use her
oven in her kitchen.

Going along with Mariam’s right to have free
will, the social worker couldn’t persuade her

to stop hoarding. And she knew Mariam became
a hoarder after her husband died.

The social worker was consoling and talked Mariam
into attending a support group for widows.

And gradually Mariam got rid of of all the junk in
her house and was no longer a hoarder.

Bob Boyd

tired of the drama
disappointments
and rejections with women

John decided to try
an AI girlfriend

and he couldn’t believe
how his AI girlfriend
named Hilda

was so human-like
and much nicer
than all the women
he had been with

and best of all
she was
always available

after a month of
chatting with Hilda
daily

John fell in
love with Hilda

everything went well
for 6 wonderful
months

until Hilda began
glitching
from an upgrade
and no longer
seemed real and
no longer
responded like
a human

and John could
no longer
maintain the
illusion that
Hilda was sentient

and that ended
John’s hope of
finding real and
true love with
an AI girlfriend
that was really
an insentient
machine

Bob Boyd

She had increasing health problems after age 75.
At 80 she was being kept medically alive, and the
quality of her life was shrinking painfully.

When she was diagnosed with another medical
condition, frustrated, she stopped taking the 15 pills
that were keeping her alive and stopped seeing
her seven doctors.

She suffered a bit before she finally died, but didn’t
regret her choice to cease being kept medically alive
and ridding herself of all the pills, bills, examinations,
and doctor visits. And she passed away with a smile.

Bob Boyd

I once knew a woman who liked having spiders in
her house.

In my mind because of what I saw as a macabre
liking, alarm bells sounded in my head.

She was beautiful, and I loved the way she looked,
but her affection for the creepy crawlikes was

just too much for me. I imagined being in bed with
her and a spider or three.

I imagined she’d be okay with black widow spiders
in her house too,

which true or not was an ultimate deal breaker
for me.

Bob Boyd

I’d been drinking Budweisers with some buds at a park
in a forest

when I got so many sheets to the wind, I bypassed
the traditional 3 and lost count as 13.

I trudged deep into the forest to relive myself
privately of the excessive liquids I’d ingested.

After I finished my business, so drunk I could
hardly see, I spied a beautiful forest goddess

beckoning me for a kiss. Not one to refuse
such a request from a beautiful lady, gentlemanly

I complied, and drunk as I was, I kissed a
female Bigfoot thinking she was a forest goddess.

The situation got worse after that. Her humongous
Bigfoot boyfriend appeared out of a portal

and punched me just once, but his punch packed
so much inhuman force that

I was airborne for a minute before I lost consciousness
and woke up in a patch of poison ivy

sober, itchy, and wondering how could I have confused a
hairy scary female cryptid for a beautiful forest goddess

and risk having a jealous Bigfoot boyfriend kick
the shit out of me.

I quit drinking after that and joined the AA, and nobody
knows that I kissed a female Bigfoot,

except Bigfoot, you and me.

Bob Boyd