Poems by Bob Boyd

My sadhu betta fish is hiding in his underwater cave.
I know he’s contemplating the cosmos.
I see some OM bubbles rising to the surface.
I wonder if he’s attained enlightenment yet
Or if he’s discovered the secrets of the universe.
When he emerges from his cave, he looks so serene.
His underwater contemplations seem to be leading
To increasingly higher states of consciousness.
Amazed, I wonder if one day he’ll be my guru
And telepathically share his wisdom and enlighten me.

Bob Boyd

So easily led
So easily persuaded
It doesn’t matter
How intelligent they are
Many are still so easily led
They lose their empathy
They cheer when
Innocent others are killed
They become monsters
So easily led

Bob Boyd

Some believe dark forces run wild in the world,
that we are constantly and subtly influenced by them,
that many are at their mercy and need to be
on guard with fervent prayers and religion.
I don’t believe the diabolical and dark forces are
at the helm of all the evil in this world.
I believe genetic, psychological, and social factors
are at the core of all the crimes and criminals.
But if you choose to believe in the dark forces and
the diabolical, you may just make them real in your mind
and suffer unrelenting worries and needless fears.

Bob Boyd

One a doctor. One a lawyer. One a criminal.
What went wrong with the one that went bad?
Were the seeds for going wrong in all of them,
but two were more resistant to the temptations?
Was the one that went bad the weaker strain?
Or was there a slight deviation in the bad one’s genes
that irresistibly compelled him to crime?
Or is it an ingrained mental health problem?
It’s a curious matter when in a good family two go right
and one goes wrong.

Bob Boyd

Brought up lower class
A family that barely got by
She lacked the advantages
The material goods,
The private schools,
The privileges
The importance
Of the higher classes
Upon graduating from
High School with average grades
She went to work in a can factory
Married and bore three children
Had an ups and down life
But it was a good life
Harming no one
Doing her best
Trying to always be kind
Having higher morals than most
Maintaining a loving marriage
Raising children lovingly

I say in the greater scheme of things
Her life was just as significant as yours
Whether you are richer than her
Or deemed more important
Or have attained worldly prominence.
More so because as with her
In the passage of time
Hundreds thousands of years and more
You will be of no more significance than her.

Bob Boyd

I’m not a believer in demons.
But I believe a collective imagination
could conjure up fake dreams;
as in people believing in them
despite their nonexistence;
as in people feeling affected by them;
as in people believing demons were
nearly everywhere waiting to harass them
or lead them down dark paths.
I think the mind could be like a powerful tool
where one’s dark imaginings could be
turned inward against one.
Thus, I choose not to believe in demons
or entertain any thoughts about them.

Bob Boyd

For some people love seems everlasting,
lasting all their lives, and maybe forever.
For others love comes in and goes, sweet
and seeming forever at first, but bitter and
fleeting, like a cold and frigid winter season.
Maybe some are incapable of lasting love,
or maybe they are fated to never have it.

Bob Boyd

Some people go off too easily
a minor car accident and they
become needlessly enraged.
Other people stay mellow; it’s
just an accident after all.
It’s as if they have a mellow
barometer inside their heads
that keeps them calm no
matter what happens to them.
I don’t think that mellowness
is something you can cultivate
I think some are born with it.

Bob Boyd

I thought the stories about a supposed dogman
would eventually fizzle out, but they keep increasing.
Alleged sightings in nearly every state in the USA,
even some in Canada and worldwide.
What is going on here? Are these sightings all fake?
Or, are some of these sightings legitimate?
I cannot believe all these people could be liars.
I cannot believe all of them could be mistaken.
I cannot believe all of them are hoaxers.
More and more I wonder if some of these sightings
are cryptids popping in and out of this dimension
from unseen dimensions unknowable to us.

Bob Boyd

They had what seemed a perfect marriage,
did many activities together, so much in common.
He died in his fifties; I think of a heart attack.
Because they never had any children,
she was all alone until she died a few years later,
probably of a broken heart that never healed.

Bob Boyd