Poems by Bob Boyd

A guy in a song on YouTube is singing about stars blowing around
and how he’d really like to see this woman tonight.

And I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t be listening to such songs because
they get me thinking too much about that feeling the guy is having

that need, that desire to see that woman, the joy, the love he is feeling.
And I vicariously start feeling and remember how wondrous such feelings are.

And momentarily I pine a bit for days in the past when I was that guy
really wanting to see a woman I loved on a moonlit, starry night.

But I don’t let myself get attached too much to those romantic feelings,
those romantic memories. I let them go and repress the nearly

irrepressible romantic in me that occasionally rises up from my heart
despite my attempts to ignore those feelings at an age and monklike

existence when I feel I should be beyond such fanciful, silly thoughts
and completely devoid of and impervious to them.

But, alas, such is not the case, and at least a less romantic song is
playing now where a guy is singing about werewolves in London.

And the werewolves have chased away my romantic feelings
and probably frightened away those stars that were blowing around in the other song.

Bob Boyd

I saw the Patterson Gimlin film of an alleged Bigfoot walking years ago.
To me, it seemed like a fake, like a guy in a modified gorilla suit.
Yet there are creditable people, even ones with scientific backgrounds who are convinced the film is legitimate.
And if you learn about their credentials and their scientific professions, they seem like intelligent, highly educated people who would know what they are talking about.

But I stand by my initial belief when I first saw that Bigfoot film, and still believe it is an obvious hoax, a guy in a modified gorilla suit.
And I have to wonder why if two people could capture a film of Bigfoot walking in a forest back in 1967, surely others would have captured films of Bigfoot by now. So bunk I say.

You may believe the film is 100% authentic. If so, I hope you are right.
I’d like a film of Bigfoot to be legitimate, proof of his existence.

Bob Boyd

Crazy as it may seem to you,
I’ve come to believe there might
be creatures that pop in and out
of dimensions.

This is by no means an original
idea. There are physicists who
claim there are other dimensions,
for example. There are far wiser
people than me who claim there
are creatures in other dimensions.

Creatures that can move in and
out of dimensions would explain
the thousands and thousands of
alleged sightings of cryptids like
Bigfoot and UFO sightings where
UFOs appear and disappear.

Even though the theory about
interdimensional creatures may
be only bunk, consider how there
must have been a time when few
would believe one day you could
hear music coming out of a box.

And you may or may not have
been around when seeing and
talking to someone through a
screen was only a sci fi thing,
yet now we do it easily with
computers.

My point is what can seem crazy
or entirely implausible, can one
day be proved factual.

And if there are creatures that can
pop in and out of dimensions, pray
none of them are malevolent.

Bob Boyd

claimed some people don’t have souls
maybe you believe that I don’t

but I’m not sure if a soul is different
from a person’s consciousness

and I’m not sure if people really have souls
for example, have you ever seen your soul
and if you are reading this now
you are experiencing a level of your consciousness

I can’t recall sages of the east talking about souls
but I do recall them talking about a person consciousness
that could be elevated by spiritual work
to higher states of consciousness
but I never heard them talking about higher states of soul

and it just occurred to me that if all of us are soulless
possessing consciousness instead
in a way Edgar Casey was half right

bob boyd

Hunting ghosts in an old abandoned hotel,
Got the feeling things weren’t going to go well.

When my partner Jimmy Moore opened a door,
He said he saw a ghost crawling on the floor.

He walked into the room and I heard him yell.
He sounded as if he’d been pulled into hell.

I searched the room and found not a trace of Jim
And had no idea of what had happened to him.

Then I saw something scary next to a wall.
Jimmy had become a ghost starting to crawl.

I ran the hell out of that eerie hotel,
Got sick in my head that night, never got well.

The police did a search and never found Jim
But I know something dark and evil got him.

Only 17-years-old and opposed to demands that her homeland of Scotland bend its knee religiously to the Church of England, convert to its beliefs and rules, and denounce its Presbyterian faith and beliefs.

Margaret was one of the resisters called Covenanters who refused to abandoned their Presbyterian faith and were persecuted and put to death for their resistance.

She helped and hid renegade Presbyterian preachers escape the capture of those who hunted and executed them.

In February 1685, Margaret was captured and imprisoned in “The Thieves Hole” for 2 months where the worst prisoners were jailed.

Transferred to another prison, she was tormented relentlessly to convert to the Church of England but adamantly refused to.

After which, she was sentenced to be flogged in the streets and executed.

On the day of her execution, she was tied to a stake hammered in the bed of a stream that the ocean tide flowed into above 50 feet.

And Margaret was told if she renounced her faith before the tide rolled in and drowned her to death she would be freed.

But Margaret refused to abandon her faith.

As the tide rushed in covering Margaret up to the waist, Margaret shouted, Psalm 25: 1-2: “To you O Lord, I lift up my soul. O my God, I trust in you; Let me not be ashamed; Let not my enemies triumph over me. ”

And as the tide buried her to death in its surging, suffocating waters, Margaret died a martyr for her faith and for her Lord.

Now you have read the true story of a courageous young woman, whose bravery and martyrdom is unknown by most, lost in the ever fleeting past.

I marvel at her bravery and her unwavering faith and principles in the face of an awful, underserved death.

An unholy execution administered by monstrous fanatics masquerading as pious avengers doing the Lord’s work, more like devils ruled by the sword of Satan instead of the love and grace of God.

Bob Boyd

Another person murdered in some faraway country
It’s kind of sad, but it’s not you.

Another person murdered in the city you live in.
It’s a little sadder, but it’s not you.

Murders happen every day, a thousand daily
all over the world.

It’s terribly sad that though you and I are
not one of the murdered – so far – that we live
in a homicidal world where anyone could be
murdered on any given day intentionally or
randomly.

Even though murders only happen to other
people except you or me, unlike those
you’s or me’s who are buried six feet under
in cemeteries, one day you and me, like
them, could be another of the daily over
1,000 statistics.

Sure it seems doubtful, but as alluded to
in the previous paragraph, it probably seemed
doubtful, and probably impossible,
to all those murdered and dead in their graves.

Bob Boyd

I always liked the idea of Justice for All.
It had a right and true ring to it.
But early on, or later on, I learned
the fallacy of it.

Pray you have God and his angels
in your corner if you go to court as
a poor person wrongly accused by
a rich person with a team of high
dollar slick lawyers.

Odds are things won’t end well for you,
and justice for all will not be for you.

But you already know this and probably
have seen it acted out many times in the news.
And you know that often you get the
justice you can afford.

And if you’re rich enough to hire a team
of the best lawyers money can buy,
you might be able to get away with murder
or, at the least, a far lighter sentence than
a less monied man or woman.

I like the idea of justice for all
but it’s just not true.

Bob Boyd

She’s elegance personified.
She’s beauty and grace embodied.
But you cannot see these qualities.
You won’t care to find them.
All you will see is an old woman.
To you only like a blank page.
Her outer beauty has fled.
Her body has lost its youthful allure.
She no longer gets all the stares
Everywhere she goes
Of men who want to be with her.
But the elegance, the beauty and
the grace remain.
The treasures still lie within.

Bob Boyd

According to the legend in Shingo, Japan,
when Jesus was 21 he visited Japan to
“pursue knowledge of Divinity for 12 years.”

At age 33, he traveled back to Judea to start
his mission, but the people in Judea did not
accept him as the Son of God, and decided
to crucify him.

Jesus brother, named Isukiri, took Jesus’s
place on the cross and was crucified while
Jesus escaped back to Japan and settled
there in Shingo and had 3 children with
a Japanese woman he married called
Miyuko.

Until his death at 106, he shared wisdom
and kindness with the village people, though
he was not said to have performed any
miracles there.

He is claimed to be buried in Shingo in a tomb
under a mound embedded with a large wooden cross
standing about 6 feet high.

The burial site is considered a shrine that
pilgrims visit and report feeling a profound
sense of peace there.

Bob Boyd