Poems by Bob Boyd

She said she left America,
called it a Fascist state.
Now she lives in a prison
in Britain
for what she posted
on social media there,
just like over a thousand others.

Bob Boyd

I wouldn’t choose heaven.
I wouldn’t choose cosmic consciousness.
I wouldn’t choose oneness with God.
I choose being in a paradise living
happily ever after with the perfect
soulmate for me.

Granted, that’s silly and shortsighted,
but it appeals to the romantic in me
and seems like the perfect fairy tale
forever.

Supposedly, if this kundalini energy
that has risen in me for over 50 years
reaches completion upon death,
and matures into cosmic consciousness,
I’ll be beyond my silly afterlife romantic
longings, forever in the Sat Chit Ananda,
Eternal Bliss Consciousness.

But, alas, thinking from my limited earthbound,
embodied level, I’d rather be in eternal bliss
with a soulmate … in love forever.

Bob Boyd

Li Po wrote great poetry
he also drank a lot of wine
often getting intoxicated
how he managed to write
such great poems while
drinking so much wine
is puzzling to me
sadly he died drunk
fell off a boat and drowned.

Bob Boyd

At age 8, he saw a documentary about chimpanzees
and became so obsessed with them

that he studied them and when older often visited them
in zoos, watching them for hours.

As a student in college, he took courses that would enable
him to work with chimpanzees for a career.

For part of his coursework, he worked at Chimp Eden in
South Africa and excelled in his work there.

Serving as a tour guide at Chimp Eden, he saw a rock in
the chimp enclosure that could be hurled at visitors.

He slipped into the enclosure to remove the rock, turned his
back to exit the enclosure, and two chimps attacked him.

They bit off his nose, ears, parts of his face and scalp,
parts of his legs, and some of his fingers.

Thanks to part attendants, who scared off the chimps, he
wasn’t killed by them, though badly mained and near death.

Doctors managed to put him back together, prosthetics,
lots of plastic surgery and rehab.

He never worked with chimpanzees after that but started
a foundation for victims of trauma.

Tragic and sad the chimpanzees he loved and studied for
all of his life mauled, maimed, and nearly killed him.

Bob Boyd

Here in Greensboro, NC today on March 17th the weather is
29 degrees, cold like in February.

Last week for a day or two it was 70 degrees.

Supposedly, by Sunday it will be 77 degrees.

Why can’t March’s weather be more stable?

I hate these extremes; it’s hard to know how
to dress when you go out.

One day a summer shirt, next day a winter coat.

One day you’re a comfortable warm, next day a
too chilly cold.

It’s as if the month of March has become
like a person with mood swings, running hot and cold.

Come quick April with your showers but with warmer
more stable weather.

I’m tired of March’s fickle instabilities.

Bob Boyd

I’ve been seeing women in dreams lately,
reminds me of when I had cancer and saw
women in dreams all the time.
Maybe they are like something angelic
kind of looking out for me.
Or, maybe, lol, I’m just lonely.
I do wonder if these women are real,
if somehow my dreams enter into theirs
or theirs into mine.
Some people claim when we dream,
we are astral traveling.
Am I meeting women on the astral plane?
I don’t believe dreams are astral travels.
More likely they are just dreams and
nothing more.
And maybe women manifesting in my
dreams really are signs I am missing
a woman in my reclusive life.
At least those dreams are not nightmares.

Bob Boyd

In a YouTube video about men no longer pursuing women,
I saw a woman saying men weren’t persistent enough

about chasing women after the first “I’m not interested
in you.”

What ever happened to no means no?

What ever happened to not being a pest?

Besides, some men like me have too much self pride
to humiliate themselves by essentially begging.

And, honestly, what self-respecting man wants to be
with a woman who doesn’t want to be with him?

I’m glad I’m no longer in the world of pursuing women,
of potentially dealing with games and drama.

There are myriad advantages of being solo and free.

Bob Boyd

If you saw Robot Origin F1, like I have, you would be amazed
at how she looks exactly like a beautiful human woman.

The head, the face, the eyes, the skin – identical and better
looking than most human women.

And she looks at you and talks to you just like a human
woman because she has an AI brain.

But there is a weird downside:

Her body, what there is of it, is a bust mannequin,
the kind that is shaped sort of like a V that is used to
display necklaces on.

To me, despite her beautiful looks, seeing her as essentially
just a head on a bust mannequin

creeps me out, like seeing a bodiless head looking at you
and talking to you.

Bob Boyd

she was sick and tired of this world.
Though I believe in the divinity of Christ,
and don’t share all her beliefs –
satan and hell –
I can relate to when she also said
this world is a mess.
Look around you.
Evil and suffering everywhere.
Women raped and murdered.
Children sexually abused,
even by some female teachers
nowadays.
Children sex trafficked and even
murdered.
I could easily go on.
So I can understand that woman
being sick and tired of this world.
I’m not sick and tired of it, but
I am disappointed with all the
suffering and evil in it.

Bob Boyd

An elderly woman told me
she had been dating an incubus
in dreams for a year.

I found that incredulous because
an incubus is considered a
dangerous demon

who seduces women and
drains the life out of them
until they are dead.

A month later the elderly
woman claimed she had
married the incubus.

A week after that she
died in her bed with a
smile on her face

instead of a look of
horror that I would have
expected.

I think she might have
mistook something angelic
for a demonic incubus,

or maybe old age had
played tricks on her
dreaming mind.

Bob Boyd