Poems by Bob Boyd

He was a good man
worked hard to build
a fortune with his business
married to his wife for 45 years
until she passed away from cancer
became lonely a year later
met a young waitress
half his age
fell in love with her
they got married
gave her a wonderful life
money and material abundance
her gratitude?
cheated on him
had him murdered
to seize his life insurance
his possessions and his riches
her infamy failed
this diabolical woman
arrested and imprisoned
a life sentence with no parole.

Bob Boyd

Churches abandoned
and decaying.
Churches burned
like a sacrilege.
Others turned into
mosques.
Christians dwindling.
Muslims increasing.
A void created.
Islam filling it.
A faltering Christian
nation that may
not have a prayer.

Bob Boyd

Yes I’m talking to you, my ex in the afterlife.
Will we meet again when I expire?
Will our hearts be on fire?
You were exceptionally nice, but you left
me alone too much,
more interested in spending time with your
friends than with me.
Yet, when I left, you tried for years to get me back
despite not appreciating me when you had me.
My guess is in the afterlife there will be no fire
in our hearts
only unconditional love for each other and everyone.

Bob Boyd

She loves her career more than him,
and she’s married to it.

She spends more time at work
than with him, her real husband.

My forecast for her marriage is
cloudy with intermittent storms

and maybe a devastating hurricane
that will tear it apart

with her and her neglected husband
seeking shelter in separate directions

and her staying faithful to her
career after the devastation

of her secondary marriage.

Bob Boyd

I’m having a dream and minding my
own business, per usual.

A young, attractive blonde haired woman
slips into the dream.

Were talking, connecting, despite me being
monk-like in the real world.

I’m becoming into her, liking her, wanting
to talk to her more in the future.

The scene shifts. I’m walking somewhere
having doubts and hopes,

maybe it could work out inspite of the age
difference; no, impossible, I’m too old for her.

I wake up groggy and wonder why I sometimes
have unrequited dreams of women like that,

and if as some claim, dreams are really visits
to astral planes.

Maybe when my I go into The Big Sleep, I’ll
wake up in the afterlife and find out.

Bob Boyd

They can be as long as ten feet and as heavy
as 330 pounds: komodo dragons.

Recently in a YouTube video, I saw one attack
and swallow a little, screaming goat.

How I hated seeing their little goat die in
such a shocking, violent manner,

and I hated that monster lizard for what
it did to that little goat.

You may say it’s just “survival of the fittest,”
and you are right,

but that doesn’t reduce my hate for komodo dragons
after seeing one kill and eat a harmless, little lamb.

Bob Boyd

Listening to a whispering woman with pink hair
ASMRing me with her whispers,

taking me deeper and deeper into a profoundly
relaxed state.

I’m ambivalent about her long pink hair, but
I’m definately enchanted by her ASMR whisperings,

and I feel as if I could listen to and be relaxed
by her forever.

Bob Boyd

Never liked the practice in England
of calling people commoners,

as if they were far less than the
so-called nobility,

as if it were perfectly acceptable
to degrade and insult them

with the commoner label that
deemed them merely ordinary.

That designated them as lesser
beings than the haughty nobility.

I say there are more common people
among the nobility

than among the regular people
unconstrained by pompous titles

and inflated delusions of self-importance.

Bob Boyd

The spiritual master had a palpable presence;
it lit you up like a light bulb.

The bliss, the peace, beyond what you
would have or could have imagined.

And you knew you were in the presence of
something akin to a force field

that emanated powerfully wherever the
spiritual master was.

And when he died, the palpable presence
emanated all over his burial site grounds

as if his profound essence had never died.

Bob Boyd

Once I chatted online with a woman
in China.

She seemed nice and friendly until she
asked me what I did for a living.

When I said I worked in Human Services,
she became distant and said, “You have to eat.”

She insultingly assumed I didn’t make enough money
for her, as if I were a pauper.

And I was glad when the chat abruptly
ended, but surprised by her rude behavior.

Bob Boyd