Poems by Bob Boyd

I’ve read of abduction cases
real or false

where abductees, real or false,
claim aliens came through their walls

and further claim aliens took them
through the walls and up to their UFOs

maybe these claims are true
but one problem I have with them

is that the alleged abductees found out
they were abducted under hypnosis

I don’t trust hypnosis in these abduction matters
I believe the hypnotists can implant

false memories in the minds of their subjects
making them believe aliens abducted them

of course, I could be mistaken
maybe hypnosis can reveal alien abductions

however, I have heard of abductees
who without hypnosis appear to have been abducted.

Bob Boyd

Saw a video of bears jumping into
and swimming in backyard swimming pools

I’m thinking, the audacity, the nerve, of these
trespassing bears

where are the police when you need them?

these law breaking bears should be arrested,
cuffed, and thrown into the back of a squad car

driven to the police station
charged with trespassing and jailed for a night

we need to start making examples of out them
they need to learn that trespassing,
like crime, doesn’t pay

I’m kidding, of course

it was fun and amazing to see these bears
frockling in swimming pools

unless it was your swimming pool
and you had to compete with bears to use it.

Bob Boyd

Some people are lucky
they meet the right one
and it lasts

many are unlucky
it never lasts

I remember a famous
beautiful actress

married 4 or 5 times
none of her marriages
ever lasted

many are unlucky
like her too

the worst, some have
husbands or wives
who kill them

sometimes I think it’s
just luck if you find the
right one and your
relationship or marriage
endures for life

I don’t think it’s always
that the person is hard
to get along with

I think lady luck often
has her hand in it.

Bob Boyd

She is old now
her hair is grayed
her skin is wrinkled
her eyes are dulled
her body has lost its allure
but she is still beautiful to him
and she will be evermore.

Bob Boyd

Two times I’ve cheated Death
twice I’ve swindled Grim
but I know the day
is coming …
when I’ll be seeing Him.

Bob Boyd

I spy a little orange ladybug
clinging to my bathroom door

I think about scooping it up
on a tissue and taking it outside

but it is so terribly cold out there
I think it could freeze to death

I decide to just let it alone
to its own devices

I surmise the ladybug is safe
in my apartment, no predators

plenty of water and maybe
some miniscule food

I haven’t seen the ladybug in days
it’s warmer now

I hope it went outside the
same way it came in

and found a warm home to find refuge in
when the weather gets cold again.

Bob Boyd

Watching and listening to Maryanne Faithful
in a YouTube video

singing her break out hit
when she was in her early twenties
in the sixties

the song, As Tears Go By

my heart captivated by her youthful beauty
my ears enchanted by her voice

and I always loved that somber song

but now I’m becoming somber
because her youth, her great vocals,
and her beauty are gone

tears begin to well up in my eyes
because Maryanne Faithful
is no more:

December 1946 – 30 January 2025

RIP beautiful Lady, beautiful soul.

Bob Boyd

In a dream last night
I’m sitting next to a guru in India

what I was doing sitting next to
a guru, I have no idea

a crowd of Indian people sat
before us

I felt the guru most have
had some prominence

unlike Okie from Muskogee me
by comparison

a woman in the crowd asked
us what are the colors
associated with the spiritual path?

having no idea what she was talking
about and not about to make some
bs answer up, like red is the passions
white is the purity, et cetera

I deferred to the presumably enlightened
guru, thinking the colors were related
to a Hindu parable or something like that
which he would know

the guru rose to his feet as if about
to give us some pearls of wisdom
then he walked off to what looked
like a vendor’s cart and left
pushing it away

surprised, like the crowd, I wondered
if he were making something like a
profound Zen point by his actions

upon reflection this morning, I wondered
if he were a cigarette vendor like the
enlightened Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
and he was practicing spiritual theater
with his silence and walking away
with a cart, a more profound answer
beyond my comprehension.

Bob Boyd

True love evaded Brandon
for all his lonely life

each time he thought he’d found the one
it never worked out, as if he were cursed

until he found his soulmate at age 77
Sandy age 76

the romance lasted for an idyllic year
until Sandy got dementia

and gradually she didn’t know
who Brandon was, the long goodbye

Brandon cried a thousand tears
and felt cursed again

but still cared for Sandy and
took care of her tenderly till she died

when Brandon was on his deathbed
at hospice six years later

before his last gasp breath, he saw
something ethereal slowly unfolding above him

Sandy smiling and waiting for him.

Bob Boyd

After reading and hearing of Christ
appearing in many individual’s NDEs
Near Death Experiences
especially those of atheists

I became a believer in Christ

but not like you’d think

I don’t believe in “only ways”
as in the “we have the only way to God”
as some religions, sects, and cults claim

I believe as the Sufi’s believe:
there are as many paths to God
as humans have souls

I don’t believe you either go to heaven
or to hell

in fact, I don’t believe in hell
I do believe in different levels

in the afterlife, like rungs on a ladder
a Hitler is at the bottom

a good person closer to the top
the highest spiritually evolved at the top

however, through redemptive, spiritual work
even a Hitler can eventually get to the top
in my belief

I don’t know if it requires coming back
to this world for many lives
or if the school for souls is in the afterlife

I don’t believe in The Second Coming
if Christ was coming back
I think he would have by now

I don’t believe in the Rapture
believers rising into the heavens

I’m not about being a churchgoer
I would probably disagree with the dogma

once I was told as an old man who doesn’t drink
or go to bars, I should go to church to find a woman

but, to me, that would be like a sacrilege
misusing a house of God like a tawdry dating site

as for the kundalini energy that rises in me
one could think since some Christians mistake
it as demonic, Christ would probably shut it down

not so, it remains unaffected still rising upward
and I’m sure some Christian mystics experienced this
kundalini energy too but by different names

I believe in Christ as a Cosmic Christ
personal and impersonal aspects of the Absolute

I see my relationship to Him more like having
an ultimate guru but far more

and I believe when I die, I will meet him at the door.

Bob Boyd