Poems by Bob Boyd

I’ve occasionally seen people on YouTube
who believe in fairies

curious to me that in these times some
people still believe in fairies

but I wonder if a collective belief
by thousands or more

could birth fairies into being, not unlike
how Tibetan monks can birth tulpas into being

with the powers of their meditation trained minds
and their vivid imaginations.

Bob Boyd

Rising from the body
looking down at it
up the tunnel of light
into the life review
a panoramic view
of the events of your life
good and not so good
a being, maybe God,
is there with you
it’s not punitive
it’s to help you grow
more spirituality
if you’re lucky
you reach Source
unconditional love
beyond words
beyond imagination
makes this world
seem dreamlike
not as real as there
if feels like your
true home and
you never want to
live that home
you come to
disappointed but
alive and changed
forever, no longer
fearful of death.

Bob Boyd

No matter what time I wake up
the fish in my aquarium are

awake and swimming
I wonder if they ever sleep

or, if miraculously, they sleep
while swimming.

Bob Boyd

My friend Mindy said she’d been abducted by reptilian aliens
who entered her bedroom though the walls

and the reptilian aliens transported her to an alien ship
with a lab inside and started experimenting on her

she said she passed out from an injection of a green fluid
during the shocking experiment

and she woke up a day later in her bed feeling something
was different about her but shrugged it off

I didn’t know what to make of her story … until she slowly
morphed into an 8 foot tall reptilian alien in front of me

terrified, I dashed out of her house, jumped in my car and
sped away

that was the last time I or anybody else saw Mindy, except when
I see her in nightmares as that terrifying, reptilian alien.

Bob Boyd

She was a beautiful young princess
daughter of a powerful nobleman
she lived with in Bamburgh Castle
in Northumberland, England

she fell in love with a handsome, brave knight
her father didn’t approve of
sent the knight overseas for seven years
thinking his daughter would forget him

but his daughter pined daily for her love
to try to cheer his daughter up
he bought her a beautiful, pink dress

sometime later, the father lied to her
said his spies discovered the knight had
fallen in love with and married another woman

the daughter so distraught by the news
put on her beautiful, pink dress and
jumped off the castle battlement to her death

the knight returned seven years later
unmarried and still in love with the princess

now the ghostly princess in the pink dress
appears every seven years in the castle
and wanders down to the shore next to it
waiting for her forbidden love to return.

Bob Boyd

In West Sussex, England stands St Mary’s Church
in the village of Shipley
built in the 12th century by the Knights Templer
has a graveyard sheep graze in to keep the grass down
it’s filled with bent head stones, chipped from erosion
blackened and grayed from centuries of wear
the writing on the headstones erased, eroded
those lying under them erased as well, forgotten forever.

Bob Boyd

There are those who steadfastly believe
aliens created us
these are people who are quite knowledgeable
about aliens
years of studying them and the alien abductions
of humans
talking to many alleged abductees
and countless people with experiences
and knowledge of alien lore
even talking to ex governmental officials
they allege told them aliens created us
these people also claim earth is a laboratory for
aliens and we are the experiments
I consider these people experts on extraterrestrials
but I just cannot believe what they believe.

Bob Boyd

The woman Carl thought was
the woman of his dreams
told Carl he was too nice for her

so Carl turned into an SOB
treated her badly hoping he’d
be bad enough, good enough
for her

but he didn’t make the cut
she saw through his fakeness
and he couldn’t keep treating her
badly

he’s was just too nice a guy

and eventually she went away
found a bona fide bad guy
who treated terribly
they probably lived unhappily
ever after

moral of the story, it’s not worth
trying to change yourself for anyone
don’t waste you time and love
on someone who doesn’t appreciate
you for who you are
and stay away from women who
say you are too nice for them.

Bob Boyd

I’ve seen many videos on YouTube
about cows attracted to music
violins, guitars, accordings, etc
like following pied pipers when
they hear the music playing

I’ve seen an entire herd of them
rush to where the music was played
and gather round listening like
people at a concert

I was amazed to see cows had
an affinity with notes and bars
I once read “music has charms
to soothe the savage beasts”
it seems it has charms to
soothe cows too.

Bob Boyd

I always felt such peace
when I was with her
unlike with anyone else
a pervasive, sweet serenity
that was magical and mystical
she said she often felt
as if she wasn’t of this world
I believe she was right.

Bob Boyd

Mel’s dog Rover always growled when he
saw Mel’s next door neighbor, Alvin

a harmless looking, friendly guy in his
thirties

one day Mel found Rover dead in his backyard
he was poisoned to death a vet said

three years later Alvin
was arrested and sentenced to

life in prison for the murder of
fifteen women.

Bob Boyd

The Past Life Regression Hypnotherapist
told him he was a scalawag in one life

a rogue and a horse thief in another

which made sense to him and explained why he
had evolved into a consummate, petty thief in this one.

Bob Boyd

She was just a lost
little girl ghost
maybe 7 or 8 years old
never making a scary sound
never bothering anyone
just going about her business
searching for something
nobody knows what
perhaps she was just an imprint
a residual image
looping over and over
searching for a parent
brutally taken out of this world
nonetheless whether a real ghost
or just a residual looping image
it was a pitiful sight
seeing this lost, little girl ghost
night after night.

Bob Boyd

The Russians have implanted neural chips
into the brains of pigeons
to control them like avian drones
with solar-powered devices on their backs
and they may use other birds
like ravens and albatrosses
oh how I hate the thought of this
oh how I hate birds being misused this way
cruel, humane, abusive
and I’ve no doubt many good
Russian people feel the same.

Bob Boyd

Over 3,500 churches have
been abandoned in Britain
in the last 10 years

some are empty, desolate

some are restaurants and bars
some are swimming pools
some are mosques and gyms

Oh the tragedy, the sadness
the decline of Christianity
the loss of faith
the sacrilege of a house of God
used for a bar

you may disagree, and I don’t care
but I see this as symptomatic
of the UK’s decline

the empire upon which
once the sun never set
reduced to a country
where freedom of speech
now eclipsed by oppression

and the darkness of night
keeps creeping in.

Bob Boyd

Du fu I salute you
in my opinion
your poetry
is unsurpassed
from the first word
to the last.

Bob Boyd

Unknown to him,
a vampiress was hunting him
who had claimed over a hundred souls
she had his nighttime patterns down
his favorite haunts
she was closing in on him
on a fortuitous night for her
she caught him getting into his car
after he spent hours in a bar
drunk and indefensible
her cape flowing in the night air
her long fangs bared
her eyes red and aglow
she pounced on him
ready to sink her fangs into his jugular
and suck the blood out of him
at that moment she felt a powerful shock
that shot her off of him
unto the hard ground
and nearly dissolved her
the power of the wooden cross
protectively hung around his neck.

Bob Boyd

When they become
spiritually evolved
enough
they morph
into potent spiritual
powerhouses
their potent shakti
powerful spiritual energy
emanating out
of them abundantly
permeates everything
their presence
their words spoken
and
written
their videos
their photos
even
their burial sites
some can
feel it
in all of these
ways
some can only
feel it in
the presence
despite how
powerful
how pervasive
it is
some may not
be able to feel
it at all –
surprisingly.

Bob Boyd

A nun in the 18th century
now a headless ghost

beheaded by a mad trapper
or two rouge sailors looking

for gold they thought she
know the location of

if the tales of Saint Marie Inconnue
are true

why would a religious be wandering
in this world instead of in heaven?

unless she was a residual
an imprint of herself headless

a ghostly loop that plays
over and over

despite her not being there
just the appearance what was her

created from the trauma of her being
separated from her head.

Bob Boyd

It’s hard to imagine
how men could
torture and
burn women to
death in the
burning times
the pleadings
the cries
the stakes
the fires
the screams
the charred flesh
the stench
the smoke
the gasps
the deaths

and whoever
conjured up
death by
burning on
the stake
must have
been an
emissary
sent from
satan’s hell.

Bob Boyd