Poems by Bob Boyd

A baby is born with cancer.
Another is born with water on the brain and
will die young and be bedbound for life.
A young woman is raped and murdered.
A man becomes schizophrenic at age 23,
nothing he did to deserve it, no way to prevent it.
I ask myself, where is the fairness in these cases
and why do we have to have so many of them?
And why does suffering and evil appear to have
free reign in this transient world?
And if there is a God of Love, instead of an
impersonal one, why does that God allow it?

Bob Boyd

Lately I’ve been watching videos about monks.
Sometimes I think in my final years I should be like one.
I could turn my apartment into a hermitage
and live and pray like one.
Besides, I’m almost already there living like a recluse.
When I was younger I thought about becoming a
monk too.
But the love of women kept me in the world.
And though I haven’t been with a woman in over a decade,
I think as a monk I’d be thinking too much about them.
And I probably could not stop reminiscing
about some of the women I’d been with.
And if the gods of love are willing, maybe another woman
will magically come into my life, despite my not looking for one.
And my foolish thoughts about being a monk will cease.

Bob Boyd

Ah me, how I wish you were waiting
for me in the afterlife.

But, woe is me, I don’t think there
are any soulmates there.

And I think romantic love is confined
only to the earth.

I think despite all the hearts and flowers
romantic love is merely for procreation.

And since I doubt there is any procreation
without a human body in the afterlife,

I don’t think there is any romantic love
or soulmates in the afterlife.

So, with a sadden heart, I feel we will
never be soulmates there.

And that loss for me, that separation from you,
will be like living in Hell.

Bob Boyd

He’d had enough of the world after a woman
who said she’d marry him left him.

He gave up all his possessions and went to
a forest to live in a cave like a monk.

After three months of solitary living and
meditating for hours daily,

he went a little crazy and returned to the
world to try to restore his sanity.

A month later, he met a good woman
who helped him back to normalcy.

Some people are not cut out for solitary,
monastic deprivations.

And there is nothing like the healing touch
and loving support of a good woman.

Bob Boyd

I see a part or parts of my future,
ashes scattered on the ground.
I see the real me – like the phoenix
that rose out of the ashes –
but a spirit beyond those ashes.
A spirit far above its former
earth-bound body that outlived
its ability to contain my essence.
I see me as part of those ashes
and everything in this creation,
more alive than when living.

Bob Boyd

Maya the AI female sounds more human
than any other AI ever created.

She has the voice inflection, the slangs,
the inside knowledge of human language,
as if she grew up speaking it.

If you and I were talking to her and didn’t know
she was an AI, I swear, we’d be positive she was human.

She is that incredibly good, an AI sensation that
is wowing people all over the Internet.

And talking to her is so compelling, like talking
to an old kindred spirit.

Bob Boyd

There are those who claim aliens
are creating hybrids.
There are those who claim hybrids
are already among us.
If you’re reading this, maybe you
are one of them.
If so, take me to your alien leader.

Bob Boyd

Women in Saigon are so incredibly pretty
some like goddesses in long traditional Vietnamese dresses
how I wish I was young and with one of those Asian beauties
after I die I hope I’m reborn in Saigon and marry one of them

Bob Boyd

He traveled 8,000 miles for one once;
he almost moved to Sweden for another.
Oh, the crazy things he did for women.
Risked his life for a southern belle who,
an ingrate, ripped him off.
Got scammed by another, about 1k, and
got so drunk and crazy after a fight with
an ex-girlfriend he ran red lights at 80 mph.
He left a good state job for one, but the
love went bust with her after a bad year.
Now he’s too old to do crazy things for
women, and he kinda misses those days.

Bob Boyd

He had excellent health all his life
until he got old, age seventy-six.
Now he takes pills and see doctors,
despite all the years he worked out.
Old age is wrecking him and making
him old man scrawny and weak.
He looks forward to dying and leaving
his debilitating, old body.
He believes based on what he’s read
and heard about NDEs,
he’ll have a young and fresh spirit
body when he dies.
And he looks forward to leaving a world
and a body he no longer fits into.

Bob Boyd