Poems by Bob Boyd

The flower grew up out of the earth,
spent its adolescent days rising
toward its god, the Sun.
When it reached adulthood,
it spread its petals joyously,
receiving blessings from the rain
and grace from the Sun
and sprouting seeds as offerings
to its god, earth, and nature
as if they were all One.

Bob Boyd

He does resistance band curls for three sets
and does curls with dumbbells for three more
three times a week, yet he gets no gains.

His biceps have shrunken with age, and he
can’t pump them back up.

He does squats with resistance bands for three sets
and with dumbbells for three more
three times a week, yet he gets no gains.

His legs muscles have also shrunken with age
and he can’t pump them back up either.

He could take Testosterone Replacement Therapy, shots every week and get muscled up like a far younger man,
but to him it’s not worth the risk of heart attacks and strokes,
and he doesn’t want to take those TRT shots every week.

But despite his lack of any progress in his attempts to maintain muscle mass, and sarcopenia paring down the muscles he had from decades of working out, he keeps plugging away
three times a week six sets of curls and six sets of squats.

Bob Boyd

Why at 80 am I still so afflicted with the constant compulsion
to be loved?
Though it’s infrequent now compared to it being incessant
in my youth.
And why oh why did God implant that chronic condition
in me
that tormented me so frequently in my unvintaged, youthful years?
Now that I’m older, I pay it no mind, at least most of the time.
And I wonder what will happen to that compulsion when I am dead.

Bob Boyd

Brutally taken from this world at only 30 years of age
from either a rape and a murder or a drug addict killing
her with a deadly punch while stealing money from her
after he broke into her house and she caught him.

The real reason for her murder remains a mystery, but
at least the murderer and his accomplish who helped him burn and bury Tara’s body are both behind bars.

Beautiful woman, beautiful teacher, radiant inside and out,
loved by friends and students, said to have touched people in rare ways.
And was an inspiration with a lot of life ahead of her, who brought great things to the high school where she taught.

Seemed close to being a perfect person, a credit to humankind and all that is wholesome and good.
A woman who clearly was making a difference in this world.

After watching many true crime shows, like 48 hours, I have to wonder why so many women like her have been murdered in this world, and why so many other women are murdered in this world as well.

The only way I can reconcile this in my mind is to hope and pray
that when they died, how they went out, no matter how horrible,
no matter how tragic, won’t matter in an afterlife where they will be in a heavenly place beyond worldly cares and concerns and so incredibly happy that their awful deaths will be as if they never happened.

Bob Boyd

that a woman I’m with treats me like glass.
And even though I’m not with a woman,
I’m going with that sentiment as if Glady is singing to me,
and I’m imagining what it would be like to be with a woman
who’d tell me she’d never never never stop loving me
and that she’s a sweet loving woman.

I find myself lulled into that romantic fantasy and drift into
a living happily ever after scenario with an idealized woman,
and for a moment I’m living in a surreal imaginative world where the notes
and the lyrics of a song and the woman singing them are real life real.

The song ends. I come to my senses as another singer in another
song interrupts my romantic reverie singing about kissing a woman all over.

Bob Boyd

Yesterday in a news interview I saw Hilaria Baldwin
rudely say to her husband that she was talking not him
when he was saying something supportive about her.

To my surprise, Alec looked as humbled as a scolded child.
Alec Baldwin, who recently told a Trump Impersonator that he’d snap his neck if there weren’t cameras there.
And I’ve read about him going off on others as thought
he has a temper than he often cannot control

And, though I’m not a fan of his, I don’t blame him for
threatening the Trump Impersonator. The Impersonator went way too far, got too much in Baldwin’s face inappropriately, and taunted him about his accidental shooting of the set cinematographer with a prop revolver, as if he were a murderer.

As for Alec Baldwin looking like a scolded child and not reacting to what the media felt was rudeness by his wife, I can understand that.
It’s about the things you do and endure for real love.

Bob Boyd

The Bigfoot stories keep increasing.
Even scientists have joined
The chorus of believers.
And yesterday I heard Bigfoot
Described as a high primate.
When you spend some time
Reading and listening to the
Many alleged sightings and
The people reporting them,
It really makes you wonder
If somehow Bigfoot is real
And truly a high primate.
But with all those thousands of
Alleged sightings, it’s makes
Me wonder why there is no
Definitive proof. The only
Plausible explanation I can
Possibly believe is that
Bigfoot is interdimensional.

Bob Boyd

My friend Mark and I always wanted to try hunting
spirits with a spirit box in Green Hill Cemetery.

Mark bought a high quality spirit box that had scans
from 76 mHz to 86.9 mHz.

Properly equipped, excited, we snuck into the
cemetery late one night.

Mark turned the spirit box on. It crackled
and the spirits started poppin’.

But their voices came in spurts and were
not quite clear:

hello … no … yes … I’m here … dead …
not dead … yellow flower …. green grass ….

Then things got horrifying. The dead began
talking out of

Mark’s head, and Mark dropped the spirit box
and, screaming, fled to his car.

I grabbed the spirit box and tried to catch up
with him, but it was too late.

Mark had vanished somewhere into the
night and I couldn’t find him.

The next day I learned Mark had killed himself
by driving into a semi-trailer truck.

Because of the association of Mark’s death
with the spirit box

it took me a month before I could use it again
at Green Hill Cemetery.

When I turned it on that night, I heard Mark’s
voice: “It’s evil! It will kill you! Get rid of it!”

Shocked, terrified, I shut the spirit box off,
threw it away, and never went spirit hunting again.

Bob Boyd

Massive creature
Hairy and frightening
Half man half beast
Seven to 10 feet
600 to 800 pounds
Long arms long legs
Step length tracks
Between 4 and 7 feet
Bellowing screams
Moaning sounds
Walks upright
Prowls the mountains
Seeking prey
Hunts elk
Some claim it’s real
Some claim it’s not
Others allege they’ve
Seen it
So far no proof

Bob Boyd

The fan spins above my head.
The world spins beneath my feet.
And I start thinking about how
Black Elk, the Lakota Mystic,
said, “The universe is circles
within circles,” and I’m thinking
he probably was correct

as I consider how right now
planets are spinning in circles
in the cosmos and I wonder
if stars spin too. And I wonder
if the cosmos is really an ever
expanding circle.

I hear a slight whirr of the fan
and think about the music of
the spheres and if that and
the OM are related.

And I wonder if heaven exists
what kind of music people
hear there, and if circles have
any significance in that higher
world.

I awakening from my musings
and realize it’s time to feed the
fish in my fish tanks, whose
tanks are square, and I return
to earthly matters.

Bob Boyd