Poems by Bob Boyd

Imaginary Real Tulpa Soulmate

Some people have real imaginary friends.
Tulpas are what they call him.
They believe they are real beings,
as real as you and I are.
I’m not a believer in them.
I think they are really imaginary.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Now I’m thinking how cool it would be
if tulpas were really real and
I could create a tulpa soulmate
that would be a perfect match for me
and lovingly be with me even in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Like sheep they followed him and his hate.
Adopted his antisemitic hatred for Jews.
Became okay with exterminating them.
Became okay with being monsters.
Slaughtered six million Jews in death camps.
Paid dearly for their unbridled infamy.
Lost their power and their country.
Now antisemites are increasing once again.

Bob Boyd

She’s growing older and older alone
lonely and well into her eighties.
Days are passing by faster and faster.
She knows death is closing in faster too
with each quickly passing lonely day.
Sometimes she wishes she could find
a companion, a good man to love, but
she realizes with death closing in and
days passing by faster she’d only have
a short lived love that could end abruptly
in any of the rapidly passing days. So
she puts her romantic feelings aside, and
accepts her faster and faster days and
the inevitable death that is closing in.

Bob Boyd

God may very well be impersonal.
Many prayers do not get answered.
Prayers you would think a personal God
would respond to, like a child or a woman
forced into prostitution whose prayers
seem to be never heard, who suffers
despite her pleading prayers to God.
But even if prayers go unanswered, it
feels more comforting to feel that God
is personal and always there to talk to.
I lean to believing God is impersonal,
but I still pray and talk to God is if God
is personal because it feels so empty
praying or trying to relate to an impersonal
God. But I cannot figure out why a personal
God does not answer more prayers and
help more desperate and suffering people.
Maybe when I die I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

Last night I dreamed my wallet was missing
as part of a kaleidoscope of bizarre dreams.
Discordant scenes, cloudy scenarios, and
indistinct people and barely distinct people.
Then in the midst of all the confusion my
wallet was missing though somehow I still
had money. I couldn’t find my wallet anywhere
and worried about replacing my identification
until I woke up groggily and when my senses
became clear, I remembered my wallet was
where it has always been. In my pants pocket.

Bob Boyd

She felt she had settled with him.
He was a 600k plus guy that she
advertised for on a dating app.
She made the mistake of falling
in love minus the big bucks
and the luxurious perks.
Dissatisfied with her average
income life, she cheated on him
with a more financially acceptable,
wealthy man and left him for
the more lucrative bank account.
Her plan, her high dollar dreams
evaporated when her ideal man $$$
was married and only using her.
Desperate, alone, she tried to get
back with the lesser man she had
settled for, but he was no longer
settling for a superficial woman.

Bob Boyd

first you were exotic
beautiful and rare
phenomenal body
compelling eyes
mellifluent voice
after six months
all that wore off
when I got used
to your ways
your discordant
personality
your annoying
mood swings
your endless
hurtful criticisms
and what had
been exciting
and exotic
became ordinary
and impossible
and I left
ever annoying
no longer
new you

bob boyd

Saw a YouTube video about a Zelex Doll;
the name caught my curiosity.
I wondered if it was going to be an AI Doll
and robotic, maybe even interactive,
like talking to a human.
After it was assembled, turned out it was a
sex doll made to look like a guy’s dream woman.
I could see how men into sex dolls would find
it a product par excellence.
I’m not into sex dolls, but those who are could
do far worse with a real woman who made
their lives unbearable with endless flesh and blood
torments and troubles.

Bob Boyd

I was surprised to learn wolves no
long exist in Great Britain. They
were hunted out of existence there,
the last wolf thought to be hunted
down and killed in 1680.

I find it sad they were exterminated,
but I understand the reason, killing
farmer’s livestock all over Britain.
Nonetheless, I wish they hadn’t had
to be hunted down and slaughtered,
driven out of their natural habitats.

There are discussions about bringing
wolves back to England, rewilding
to restore nature’s balances,
culling deer, reducing overpopulation
and allowing this majestic species to
roam the lands of Great Britain again.

Bob Boyd

Claudia was a vindictive person.
People who crossed her or even
those she didn’t like often tended
to die of medical or natural causes.
It was all flawless, never suspicious.
She got away with murdering many,
her weapons invisible and effective.
Her thoughts, her intentions like
mental missiles launched into her
victims bodies with perfect precision.
Perhaps her numerous undiscovered
murders caused a vengeful boomerang
effect when her body blew up in flames
reducing her to smoking, charred ashes.

Bob Boyd