Poems by Bob Boyd

Right from high school I dreamed of finding
the one, the soulmate, the perfect love for me

my dream was to meet her in high school
fall in love with her, get married

be the fairy tale happily ever after
instead I got the happily never after, lol

a while back I thought since many people
like me don’t find the one, the eternal soulmate
in this uncertain, often unlucky in love life

maybe they find their soulmates
in the glorious, unimaginable afterlife
now I’m not so sure, maybe romantic love is
superseded by unconditional love
in the unseeable, the unfathomable

I believe what Elizabeth Kubler Ross
said, “Look forward to your transition.
It’s the first time you will experience
unconditional love.”

I like the thought of that
I believe she and the NDEers – who
experienced what they call Source and the
unconditional love – are right

but if I had my choice, I’d rather be
with the soulmate never found in this life
with her finally in a heavenly paradise
heart aglow, souls in sync, happy forever
bored with each other, falling out of love …

never.

Bob Boyd

Mothers posing with dead babies
a photographic trend in late 1800s
but, alas, what a sad sight to see

families posing with dead grandparents,
fathers, mothers, children

sometimes dead pets too

a photographed last farewell
heartbreaking to imagine
how sorrowful
how painful

that last
captured goodbye
must have felt.

Bob Boyd

Base Camp Chris
a good and kindly guy

tells the best and strangest
hiking and camping stories

I listen to him often
because his unique stories on YouTube

sent to him by many
are so amazingly good

for example, see his frightening and
mysterious story about the Tree Bear.

Bob Boyd

In the town of Nethertown
the ghouls hold sway

highest crime rate
for a small town

in all of the USA

sightings of cryptids
many

ghosts aplenty

horrors, incomprehensible
abound

heads of humans and
animals often found

the town once a haven
for the dark arts

witches and warlocks
hung to death

now the town suffers
the aftereffects

of the smoldering dark magic

emanating from the
bodies and bones

of the dead witches and warlocks
buried under Nethertown.

Bob Boyd

At first, in love and in marriage
they’re loving
they’re caring
as long as

everything goes their way

but when love or marriage
goes astray

the wickedness in them
crawls out of the darkness

hidden in the shadows
of their souls

and they stalk
they harass
eventually they kill

the unfortunate women
who got tangled up

with what they thought
were suitably nice men

but, woe, they were so deceived
by deceptions and devilry

and now most of those women
who were only looking for love

are dead

murdered by monsters among men.

Bob Boyd

As you grow older

real older

you look around and many friends of
yesteryear and this year are dead

many generational icons are gone as well

if you live long enough, more of them are
on the other side, the deceased side, of life

few, like you, are left on the living side of life
for some, this generational shift from the living

to the dead
is extremely depressing

the world, the people they knew
gone forever

to where
no one really knows

despite the many who claim they
know who haven’t been dead

maybe those who’ve had
near death experiences, NDEers, know

seemingly having been dead temporarily

but many scientists disagree
and their scientific reasons have merit

and temporarily being dead isn’t
really dead, not having gone all the way

as for me, I think the NDEers have gotten a real peek
at where the dead friends and generational icons

have all gone.

Bob Boyd

In this world

too many young women
die young

I’m not meaning
from diseases
or accidents

I mean the ones
that die from murders
often committed by
husbands or boyfriends

like the 68-year-old ex husband
who stabbed his 71-year-old wife

to death with scissors at their
son’s gravesite

some are random
like a young woman

recently stabbed to death
on a subway by someone
she never knew

or the many murdered
by serial killers

this is the dark and ugly side of life
the life some say is beautiful

until something dark and ugly
happens to them.

Bob Boyd

I like the look of old stone churches
in England

standing strong for hundreds of years
splendid works of architecture

though ancient, to me they
look as good as new

better than the modern churches
made of wood

inside the stately wooden pews
and minster’s pulpit grace the interior

sadly many of these stone churches
have been abandoned

some of them are alleged to
have become haunted

some have been turned into
nightclubs

the worship, the prayers, the God
in them dead.

Bob Boyd

The Demon Cat of Washington D.C.
big and menacing haunts the halls
of prominent federal buildings
from the Capital Building
to the White House
occasionally frightening people
according to the Demon Cat lore

it’s also claimed to sometimes
be a sign of forthcoming disasters
or impending tragedies
supposedly in 1963 a nightwatchman
saw the Demon Cat right before
president Kennedy was assassinated

whether the Demon Cat is real
of just another urban legend
I am unsure, but it’s listed as
one of the most famous ghosts
“in the White House Closets,”
so perhaps some of the tales
of the Demon Cat ring true.

Bob Boyd

Think twice, lone traveler, before staying
at the ghost invested Clown Motel
in Tonopah, Nevada
situated next to a haunted cemetery
walls adorned with pictures of clowns
assortments of clown dolls on shelves
clown paraphernalia everywhere
in the rooms, clown wallpaper, clown sheets
and blankets, clown figurines
picture of dolls on the walls
the eyes of the clown dolls
seem to follow you
clown ghosts appearing
and disappearing
some guests claim to have seen
a seven-foot-tall clown poltergeist
disembodied laughter
the sounds of footsteps
with nobody there
a host of terrors
some guests have seen
maybe you’ll go there and
see nothing, lone traveler
but BEWARE.

Bob Boyd