Poems by Bob Boyd

I was living near Harvard U
when I sped a handout
about a meditation group
run by a famous guru
it was at Harvard U
but open to the public
7 pm on a Thursday

met a tall blonde-haired
guy named Woody there
who ran the group
seemed like a kindred soul

I said, “Where’s the guru?”
he said, “in Europe, but
you will feel his presence
when the meditation starts”

I wondered if he was just
saying something akin to
he’ll be here in spirit but
you won’t feel a darshan

they had a photo of the
guru on a table between
two burning candles

at 7 pm kaboom! the room
lit up with phenomenal
pease and incredible bliss

I got more blitzed than
I’d ever been before
from any spiritual method
I’d ever tried

Woody told me followers
of the guru would feel his
spiritual energy blasting
into them every night
and waking them up

I went back to that group
a few more times
one time after the
guru’s energy blasts
I was driving home
and was so spiritually
high that when the
muffler fell off my car
it didn’t matter

my consciousness was
so stratospherically high
that what would have
bothered me no end
didn’t matter one bit

I was beyond most
earthly cares

one night I meditated
on the guru’s photo
saw him in a dream
he touched me on
the top of my head
I think as an invitation
to become a follower

I never became one
he demanded celibacy
and I was too much a
romantic to forego that

surprisingly, shockingly
years later that uber
powerful guru got caught
up in sexual scandals
like many gurus who
came to america

most were impressive
but predatory with
young women

after reading about
so many of those
charismatic gurus
preying on so many women
I left eastern spiritual
practices and never
returned

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I heard about
a famous actress
who I always
thought was
quite pretty

and she seemed
uncommonly nice

then I listened
to a news guy
who said when
she granted

appearances for
the news people
she had the
I’m better than
you attitude

and he was
told you’re not
supposed to
look at her

now I think
she’s an
insufferable
snob
and know
most everyday
unknown nice
and humble
women
are far better
than her

and I despise
people who
think they’re
better than
everyone
else
and they’re
usually
worse then
everyone
else

and, lol,
I know it’s
petty
I know
I probably
should be
better than
this

but
I don’t like
or respect
that actress
anymore.

Bob Boyd

Edward met her in the dark in Forbidden Park
While taking a walk on a cool, Spring night.

He ignored her when he saw her approaching;
He didn’t want her to think him a predator.

She had no fear of him and said hello
With a beautiful smile and inviting eyes.

Her beauty, magnetic and irresistible drew him in.
They sat on a bench and talked and talked.

Sitting on that bench, he fell deeply in love.
And she made moves he couldn’t resist.

They moved off the bench, became locked in love,
Hidden from any passerby, secluded in underbrush.

When she was done with him, completely sated
To his shock, she began shapeshifting into

Her real form, an alien with a triangular head
Multifaceted eyes, elongated limbs, 8 feet tall.

A dreaded praying mantis-like trantaloid
Whose mating habits resembled the insect.

She consumed a shocked, screaming Edward
Leaving not a trace of his digested remains.

That was on an inauspicious night in June of 2002,
And Edward’s fate remains an unsolved mystery.

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.

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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.

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Mysterious Cosmic Waves That Sound Like Birds Chirping in Space, the headline read.

His eminence Doctor Magnificence and renown Remote Viewer Extraordinaire disputes the Cosmic Waves part.

“Cosmic Waves, my third eye!” he exclaimed. “They’re interstellar interdimensional sparrows. Any remotely viewing second sight gifted fool could see that.

“If it flies like a sparrow, chirps like a sparrow; it’s a sparrow!”

“Bigshot NASA’s Magnetospheric Multiscale satellites don’t know what they are buzzing about. They can’t see what I can clearly see.

“It’s interstellar sparrows interdimensional mating season 62,000 miles from earth. Sure, Hubble can see about 76 trillion miles away, but it can’t see the unseen cloaked in the sparrows’ dimension.

“So catch up NASA with your MMS’s. Come see me when your puny satellites can see with interdimensional clarity.”

Yours Truly,

Doctor Magnificence

I met her at an online international dating site.

She was an extraordinarily beauty from the Philippines,
too young for me but extremely persistent.

She said she’d be better for me than an older woman as I aged.

“I could take care of you better,’ she said, “A woman your age
could get too sick to take care of you when you both were older.”

It was nice to hear that she wanted to take care of me,
if ever I needed any care, but, frankly, I never wanted anyone
to take care of me, and I don’t to this day and never will.
I’d rather be dead.

Despite my reservations, I fell in love with her and she
waited two years for me to join her in the Philippines,
where we got married a few months later.

After four years in the Philippines with her,
I brought her to America to give her
a better chance for a new life out of the poverty she
had lived in all her life.

A year after that, she took care of me by leaving me
for more stuff like some of her Filipina friends who had
married guys with more money.

I kinda swore off women after that and haven’t been
with one in ten years. And I still don’t need one
to take care of me and never will.

Bob Boyd

when a 49-year-old man
lay dying
on an exam table
in a hospital
he knew
he was going to die

he begged God
to not let him die
said I’m sorry
I’d abandoned You

then he rose
out of his body
and saw it
on the exam table
as well as
everything around him

he said then
he knew everything
there was to know
in that OBE moment

saw the souls of
the grass and the trees
and felt their love for him
as more love
flowed through him

he merged
with the Light
with his Father
in his eternal home
and felt the love
of Yeshua there

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he was born on the bad side of town
where trouble knocked at every door
he committed his first crime at age 5
stole a bag of candy from a store
to his mother it was an innocent thing
but in his life it was the beginning
of a career of theft and criminality
that progressed into killing people
and becoming a notorious hitman
in the end he had 30 dead bodies
under his expansive hitman belt
ghosts that came back to haunt him
in his final horrifying hell-bound days

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he hunted in national parks
invisible, undetectable, stealthful
he moved in and out of dimensions
with unimaginable speed and ease
he easily nabbed people hiking
who never saw him until caught
killed them in less than a second
consumed them seconds later
ceased when he was sated
for an entire well fed week
then resumed his weekly hunts
for more unsuspecting prey
who became the 411s

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She loved the high life
hung out with all the celebs
she had a twenty year run
wallowed in dissipation
partied nearly every night
had many notable boyfriends
and a few famous husbands
which resulted in divorces
on a fortuitous night in May
she had an unexpected
reversal in her high life
gave it all up for God
and she became a nun.

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She’d been adopted by a pharmacist
and blessed with exceptional looks
and an exceptional figure as well.
She got good grades in high school.
Her future seemed shiny and bright
until her senior year when she began
to spin into a whirlwind of darkness.
She fell in with the wrong people,
wild nights of sex, alcohol and drugs.
After high school her life got worse
hooked on drugs and degeneracy,
became extremely overweight,
her looks and perfect body gone,
as well as her once pristine morality.
I often wondered if her downfall
was a genetic predestination
from a mother who gave her up.

Bob Boyd

When I go downstairs from my second
floor apartment to check my mail
sometimes I hear meow, meow, meow
meow, meow, meow, meow ….

I look down to my right and see
under the blinds and through
the panes in the glass door
a black cat calling me,
his paws stretching against the glass.

I smile and I say, “Hi kitty,” and
put my hands against the glass on
the other side, as if touching
his stretched out paws.

He only does this when his owner
is not at home. I think that black cat
is an extrovert who gets lonely
when he is all alone.

And I enjoy his once in awhile
greetings. They are serendipitous
to me.

Bob Boyd

I heard a term today
that I hadn’t heard before,
Foxhole Prayers.

I knew immediately
what it meant.

Years ago, no decades
ago, I heard it referenced
in the expression, “There
are no atheists in foxholes,”
referring to the terrors of
possibly dying from an
enemy bomb or bullet
while hunkered down
in a fox hole during a war.

It also brought to mind,
the near death experiences
of some atheists I read about.

In their NDEs they felt they
were in hell. And their
descriptions of demons
and people screaming and
crying and trapped in hell forever
were exactly like one would
think hell would be like.

I can’t say if their experiences
were absolute proof of a hell.
I can say they
prayed foxhole prayers,
and Christ appeared to them
in Light or in Spirit and
whooshed them out of
those hellish experiences.

Bob Boyd

In the yard across the street
Pink dogwood tree petals are falling,
Ordinary a beautiful sight.
Tonight they sadden me
Remembering the last time I saw them
When you said you were leaving me.
Now like the pink tree petals
Tears are falling from my eyes.

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She was a lovely woman
and a veterinarian.

She met a bad man
who was a doctor and
a shyster.

He was an egotist
and thought
he was a godsend to women.

At first the veterinarian saw
through him, but surprisingly
she eventually ignored
his many red flags
and fell in love with him.

The doctor had a court date
for stalking and harassing
an ex-girlfriend.

The veterinarian had a
court date with an ex-husband
for the custody of
their two daughters.

Somehow, inexplicably,
the doctor convinced the
veterinarian to hire a hitman
to kill her husband and
his girlfriend.

They lined up a hitman
and met with him. Fortunately,
he was an undercover cop,
and they both got arrested.

When the veterinarian got out
on bail, she took an elevator
to the top of a tall building
and jumped off it to her death.

I believe if that evil doctor
never came into her life
she would never have
considered killing anyone
and would be alive today.

Sometimes you have to be
so careful about who
you let into your life.

They usually won’t try to get
you to kill someone,
but they can be toxic
to your wellbeing
and your life.

Bob Boyd

Some old men want a wife
just to take care of them
if they get unable to
take care of themselves.

I have to wonder where
is the love in that, and
what would happen if
he had to take care of her.

And, frankly, I’d rather
take care of myself.

And that’s how I’ve been for
ten years and probably
for the rest of my life.

But were I to get married,
I wouldn’t want her just
to take care of me.
I’d rather have her,
and her have me,
for genuine, true love
and take care of her
if, God forbid, she
got so ill she needed
me to take care of her.

Bob Boyd

It happened in Erie, Pennsylvania
where sometimes eerie and crazy
things happened to that PA populace.
Mr. and Mrs. Abrams argued daily
about Mr. Abrams’ negligence in
always leaving the toilet seat lid up.

One day it reached a horrendous
crescendo and wild chaos ensued.
Sick of Mrs. Abrams nagging
about his toilet seat nonconformity,
Mr. Abrams went off like a raging bull.
He busted the toilet seat with a hammer,
the pieces shattered on the floor.

Mrs. Abrams heard the awful racket,
went totally nuts to add to the insanity.
She screeched when she saw what
Mr. Abrams had done to the toilet seat,
picked up a chair, lifted it over her head
and busted Mr. Abrams’ head with it.

Mr. Abrams went to the local hospital
to get his head examined and bandaged.
Mrs. Abrams almost got assault charges,
but the police wrote it off as a domestic.
After a long week apart from each other,
somehow they put the pieces of the toilet
and their relationship back together.
She kissed him and he kissed her,
and he never left the toilet seat lid up again.

Bob Boyd

I know some things about NDEs
near death experiences
began reading them
in the seventies
the tunnel of light
the life review
the unconditional love
the Source
claimed to be more
real than this existence
claimed that this life
is dreamlike
by comparison

but know this:
not all NDEs are
light and love
some NDEers
felt like they
were in hell

and their descriptions
are graphically and exactly
like one would believe hell
would be

demons and tortures
hell fires and torments
cries and screams
no way out ever

except in cases where
seemingly damned NDEers
called on Christ and He
got them out

One school of thought
believes the hellish NDEs
are projections and unreal
and it appears most NDEers
never have hellish NDEs

This I have read many times;
those who have the hellish NDEs
usually return to life
full blown believers.

Bob Boyd

Some say we reincarnate
and keep coming back
until we get it right
and attain the
Sat Chit Ananda
eternal bliss
consciousness.

I’ve read of people
who claim they know
about their former lives.
I’ve read of some NDEers
who died and came
back and claim they
saw we all reincarnate.

Me, I wouldn’t want
to come back again.
Imagine coming back
on the cusp of a
nuclear holocaust
or born into horrors
like Stalin’s purges
or the Killing
Fields of Cambodia.

Others claim
we have a choice
to return to the earth
school for souls to
learn our lessons
for liberation
or stay in the afterlife
and do our spiritual work
there.

Some say it’s heaven
or eternal damnation
with no reincarnation,
Christ or Satan,
you make the choice
while you’re on earth.

I’m a believer in Christ
but I don’t know about
eternal damnation.
And I’m a bit of a mystic
and a contemplative.
And I can’t say definitively
if Christ is the only way.
I can say it’s the way of
love and forgiveness.

It may be like the Sufis
say, as many paths
to God as humans
have souls.

No way to know for sure
who is right and who
is wrong, or if there are
different truths in
the great beyond.

Me, I’d like to be in a
heaven with a soulmate
in love eternally

and partners in devotion
to a God of love
forever and ever.

Bob Boyd