Poems by Bob Boyd

The Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization
reports receiving nearly 75,000 alleged Bigfoot
sightings in the USA.

They claim 5,000 to 6.000 seem creditable. This
begs the question: could all those people be liars?
I suspect some of them are more creditable than
others and are not liars.

For example, police reporting seeing Bigfoot or
people known to be reliable and honest by all
those who know them.

The most puzzling thing about all these sightings
is why no corpse?

I’ve seen the Patterson-Gimlin video of Bigfoot
roaming through a forest, that some experts
claim is legitimate, but to me it looks like a fake,
a man in a gorilla suit.

The only plausible explanation of whether
Bigfoot is real that I find remotely possible is if
Bigfoot is interdimensional.

That would also explain sightings where
allegedly Bigfoot vanishes.

But if despite 5,000 to 6,000 possibly creditable
sightings Bigfoot isn’t real, I still find the mystery
of his existence fun and fascinating.

Bob Boyd

Never was impressed with Hooters.
Didn’t need food served by scantily
dressed women when I just wanted
to eat without the sexual overtones.
Strip clubs didn’t work for me.
Though women with nice bodies
undressing had enormous sexual appeal,
I always preferred to just be with a
girlfriend or a wife instead of wasting time
and money in a bar with women stripping
that I couldn’t be with and didn’t want
to be with.
It just wasn’t me. It just wasn’t the same
as being with a woman I loved and who
loved me.

Bob Boyd

After months of physical abuse
She got up the courage to leave him
But he was never going to let her go
She snuck out of their apartment
When he was out drinking one night
She moved in with a new boyfriend
Somehow her abusive ex found out
Enraged he Loaded his shotgun
Drove to her new home and decided
To shoot her to death for leaving him
He took her by surprise when he
Knocked on her apartment door
And she opened it not knowing
He was there with his shotgun
He blasted her with his shotgun
But missed before she slammed the
Door shut and was only hit by a few
Shotgun pellets that ricocheted off
The door and struck her leg but
Only caused a slight flesh wound
She called the police as her ex
Kept yelling and pounding on
Her door threatening to kill her
The police arrived before he could
Break the door down and shots
Were fired back and forth ending
With him shooting himself to death
Ridding her and the world of
Another abusive piece of shit

Bob Boyd

She took the breakup hard
It made her kind of crazy
She said she lost her mind
When she hammered his
Car with a sledgehammer
And smashed its windows
Things got crazier after that
When they got back together
Despite her wrecking his car
And being a bit of a maniac
A month later things got
Crazier and he broke up
With her again and she
Lost her mind once more
And stabbed him to death
While he was asleep

Bob Boyd

When he got initiated into meditation in Cambridge, MA
He heard a soft snapping sound in the center of his forehead
And his mind was flooded with bliss that lasted for over an hour
He felt as if he’d come home, the place he was born to be
He felt like he’d been a Hindu monk in a former life
Two years later, at a little over age 27
He’d had many experiences of transcendence,
Inexpressive bliss and profound peace
During every meditation spiritual energy
Rose gently from base of his spine to the crown of his head
And around it, kind of like the drawings of halos
You see in various religious renderings
But despite the blissful meditations he
Was a hardcore party guy, drinking to excess many nights
With the possibility of Alcoholism in his future
Though he always got his meditations in
One morning as he sat in meditation in deep relaxation
The the energy rose up faster from the spine and
Lit up his head with white light bright like the sun
His consciousness began to expand beyond his body
And he felt he was going to merge with the cosmos
And leave everything near and dear to him behind
Including a girlfriend he loved beyond measure
He pulled out of meditation shaken and awed
Three lights flashed above his head
The next day in a health food store in Boston with a friend
He felt the spiritual energy rise from the spine into his head
Never had it arisen outside of meditation
His eyes widened a little fearful but awed
He thought he might be entering Cosmic Consciousness
Prematurely, which could have had disastrous results
His friend said, “Bob, you look like you’re on acid.”
Though he never experimented with LSD
He said, “Man, I feel like it.”
Later in the day, the energy dimmed down
But the day after that when he was with his girlfriend
The spiritual energy streamed up again and didn’t cease
Instinctively he knew what went up was never going down
Thereafter it streamed up 24/7 and has
For over 50 years, and he never drank
After the initial awakening of the energy
Like pouring swamp water into spring water

Bob Boyd

His suicide was a shocking surprise.
No one saw anything to suggest
he would kill himself.
He was a college athlete who
had excellent grades in college.
He seemed to have a great life
with nothing worrisome in it.
Yet on a sunny Spring day,
he drove to the Golden Gate
Bridge and jumped off it.
Perhaps he suffered from
chronic depression that he
hid so well no one saw it.
Whatever the reason he took
his life, it was a sad day for
those who knew and loved him.
And it’s tragic that approximately
2,000 people kill themselves
all over the world everyday.

Bob Boyd

She was like a model wife,
true and loving to her
husband.

An auto accident damaged
her brain, turned her into
an evil person.

She began cheating on her
husband, took up with bad
actors.

Eventually, in one of her
many enraged episodes,
she shot her husband
to death.

If you believe in a God who
sends people to heaven or
hell, where would this woman
go whose once angelic
personality was destroyed
by her damaged brain?

Bob Boyd

I’ve often met people in dreams
Often enigmatic genial woman
Not with formal introductions 🙂
Usually just fleeting meetings
That I barely remember
Sometimes I’ve wondered if
These people were real
As if one could meet people
In a surreal dreamscape
There are claims we leave
Our bodies sometimes or all
The time in dreams and visit
An astral plane and meet
All manner of people there
I’m not a believer in that but
I wonder if sometimes we meet
Real people in a dreamworld
I think it would be cool if
One could meet one’s soulmate
In a predestined dream there

Bob Boyd

Bridgewater Triangle, a dark place where evil spirits, cryptids, and aliens dwell
Disembodied voices, feelings of dread, terrifying visions, many fear to enter there
Maybe a vortex of unholy, hellish things from this dimension and others
If ever you choose to go there, don’t be surprised if you feel afraid
To take too many steps in, and if you go too far in, you might never get out.

Bob Boyd

Consider the theory that aliens are the future us,
A curious evolutionary leap, more so than
Cro magnons to our current refined appearances.
Imagine future humans, theorized to look like this:
Reconfigured faces and bodies in a far future –
Larger heads, bigger brains, oval eyes, thinner bodies
Navigating the past in saucer-shaped time machines.
Perhaps traveling back in time but for what,
An attempt to reshape humanity’s future,
Stop a nuclear war that would kill off many of us?
And why so mysterious and obscure
If the theory is remotely plausible?
And speaking of time, maybe, as the saying goes
Time will tell.

Bob Boyd