Poems by Bob Boyd

When I saw the headline, the first thing I thought was
is this what we’ve come to?

Has love been drained out of the hearts of women over
50?

Have their passions dried up completely?

Has our culture come to love no longer relevant to women who are still relatively young?

However like myself and other men, particularly the MGTOW men,
(Men going their own way without women), I can understand going solo after dealing with too many disappointments in love.

I can understand giving up on relationships when the fairy tales do not come true.

But I suspect many or most of these women will feel the pangs of loneliness, and some or many will be in relationships again.

Bob Boyd

he sees beautiful young women
in their twenties
on youtube nearly every day

but to him the beauty is illusionary
when he fast forwards their ages
forty years or more
and sees the faded flowers

and remembers once again
a woman’s true and lasting beauty
is the part of her you cannot see
the hidden part within

bob boyd

when he was a younger man he read about old men
who wanted wives to take care of them

he thought how selfish that was to want a woman
as a caregiver instead of as a wife to love and be grateful for

now that he’s an old man he still feels the same way
and would never want to burden a girlfriend or a wife
with having to take care of him

he’d rather be alone than subject a woman to be little more than hired help

he’d rather be alone than put a woman through the
agonies and the stresses of being a caregiver wife

and all his life he’s worked out and taken care of himself
with the hope he never becomes so debilitated

that he needs to be taken care of and lose
his lifelong freedom and independence

bob boyd

three beautiful teenage girls called on on the phone on
what could have been a fortuitous day

he was delightfully surprised by the unexpected telephone attention

and he’d always been a sucker for aggressive woman he was attracted to
because it took him by surprised and amazed him
when they flirted with him or made the first moves

on the phone that day, one of them, a beautiful red hair girl, said he had danced with her

kidding around he said you were lucky

perfectly one upping his wiseass kidding
she said no you were the lucky one

he and the girls laughed at her witty repartee

looking back he wishes he had been smarter then
and said actually you are right

and I regret I didn’t talk to you when we danced
you looked so beautiful I became too blown away

by your beauty to speak to you and I honestly
did feel lucky to have danced with you

now as an old man he wishes he could rewind his life
to back then and say the things he should have

and he wonders what would have happened and
if she would have been the one he would have
spent the rest of his life with

and oh how beautiful she looked in all her
red-haired green-eyed glory when he
was so lucky to have danced with her

bob boyd

I saw three warlock werewolves
in downtown London
as real as you and me
and I knew they’d escaped
those full moons restrictions and
morphed into full time werewolves
liberated from the confines of
dark nights and lunar cycles
I speculated they must have
used their magic wand spells
to lift the moon made restriction
and I wondered what they were
doing in downtown London
then things got more surreal
when I saw a poster for a
werewolf warlock convention
and I woke up from what was
only a lucid werewolves dream

Bob Boyd

he remembers being called handsome
at age seventy seven and how it
surprised him

because at that age a guy doesn’t expect
that kind of attention

especially because he never thought about
himself as handsome

and was always surprised when a woman said that
about him or he heard about a woman who said that

he never thought he was handsome
like some guys who are obsessed with their looks

he remembers how in the philippines a woman
said he looked like richard gere

and how in his thirties people told him
he looked like clint eastwood

to this day he still has trouble believing
those comparisons

and in a way wishes he had been a little
conceited like some guys are

and been bolder and more confident
in approaching women

but God knows he had more than enough
women in his life

though his initial dream of finding the right one
in high school and being married to her forever

never happened

bob boyd

One night after she turned out her bedroom lights and went to bed
A shadowy nonhuman hulk appeared at the door of her bedroom.
It had no tangible flesh and bone substance.
A dark malevolent form, no legs, no arms, no head, no face,
It silently summoned her attention; she could not resist its bidding.
It paralyzed her body, her will too weakened to move or flee.
A glowing white cross manifested upon her bedroom wall.
A voice inside her said repeat the Lord’s prayer over and over out loud.
The shadowy, nonhuman hulk drew nearer, more menacingly.
Terrified, she kept repeating Our Father …. Our Father …. Our Father ….
The horrifying dark form gradually dissolved into nothingness;
The glowing cross turned in upon itself and melted away.
She telepathically heard the assurance she was safe always;
Never more to be tormented by that monstrous, intangible hulk.
All her previous cares evaporated in that miraculous moment;
Whereupon her life became more carefree, more liberated.
And her name is Linda Moulton Howe.

Bob Boyd

he sits at his computer writing this
poem spiritual energy streaming into his head

he hasn’t needed to meditate in decades
the energy always streams upward in him
as if his existence is a continuous meditation

his spiritual work now is comprised of
briefly praying for all the people in this
world who are suffering and all those

who are brutally taken out of this world
and all those who die so young that
they never got a chance to live full lives

then he asks Christ to do whatever is best
when this energy that has flowed up in him
since age twenty seven when it awakened

in the great white light and a feeling he was
entering cosmic consciousness

before he pulled out of the meditation frightened
and astonished by unexpected higher consciousness experience

he ends the brief prayer with the Lord’s prayer
because he believes that prayer has protective power

and today he will post a poem on this blog that
will explain why

bob boyd

he remembers how she’d drive to his apartment
every day after she finished her work

as a social worker helping the elderly

how wonderful it was to look out of his apartment
window and see her there in her car

how wonderful she looked with her pretty brown eyes
and lovely curly black hair

he remembers how she thought he had a fixation
on blondes

he smiles inwardly remember how she had a fixation
on believing that

he remembers how compassionate she was
the most compassionate woman he ever knew

he recalls how though was quite proper and
always modestly dressed

she surprised him in ways he hadn’t imagined
which amazed and delighted him

he liked her honeysuckle southern accent
she liked mimicking his bostonian accent

that he kidded her about saying he spoke
the queen’s english

for a brief moment he languished over her
leaving him unexpectedly when she said a

lot of things were wrong with her body
and she didn’t want to burden him

despite his wanting to be there for
her no matter what

and leaving cards and flowers on her
apartment doorstep for about a week

she stuck to her resolve and what had been
a wonderful love was forever over

but now that should have been is barely a
memory after over two decades ago

his heart healed long ago and he doesn’t
pine over the loss of her

though she was the best match for him in
his entire life

bob boyd

Maid servant
in 1589
in Scotland
under the
rule of
King James VI

Compassionate good
woman helped
others who
were sick
or troubled

Falsely accused
of witchcraft
Arrested in
1589

Tortured by
her employer
deputy bailiff
David Seton

Crushed her
fingers with
thumbscrews

Twisted and
tightened ropes
around her
head

Stripped her
clothes off

Shaved the
hair from
her body

Subjected her
to indecent
searches while
naked

Claimed he
found the
Devil’s mark
on Geillis’s
throat

Imprisoned and
isolated her

Deprived her
of sleep

After Relentless
torture and
sleep deprivation

she could
no longer
endure

she confessed
to being
a witch
to stop
the torture
and pain

and was
forced to
accuse others
as being
witches

knowing she
would be
put to
death

her only
release from
the tortures
and torments

Unjustly Executed
December 11, 1591

A good
and innocent
woman put
to death

Another infamy
during the
reign of
King James VI,
the ruler
who believed
evil witches
were real
and after
him

Hundreds
of innocent
women tortured
and put
to death
in his
times

I hope
they are
in a
heaven now
compensated and
exonerated in
the afterlife

Bob Boyd