Poems by Bob Boyd

Living in a third world country is like
an educational experience.
You get to see what poor really is.
No first world benefits. No multitude
of programs for the impoverished.
No poor people with cars, food
stamps, and other benefits.
Poor is poor, and you better
hope you have the support of
a family to help you survive.
Child support may be nonexistent.
If a man gets a woman pregnant
and desserts her, she may be on
her own minus any child support.
Living in a first world country after
living in a third world country makes
you see how lucky you really are.

Bob Boyd

Some seers claimed they knew
what the afterlife was all about.
Some NDEers believe they experienced
what it is all about.
I don’t believe having all the answers
about the afterlife is possible.
I don’t believe a person can know what
the afterlife is all about until a person is
not just temporarily dead but permanently dead,
provided an afterlife is more than just dead
and buried or burned to ashes and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

My newfound love of my life said she
had something called Entomophobia.
I had no idea what that humongously
large word meant nor its implications.
She said it was a dread of insects.
I said I could understand that because
creepy crawly spiders creeped me out.
When she moved into my apartment to
make it a love nest, all was love and bliss
until a single cockroach crept under the
front door of my apartment, and my love
began sweating and freaking out as if
the end of the world was happening.
She shrieked like a woman on fire, packed
her suitcases, said we were done, and
flew out my life, gone forever.
And as I never saw a single cockroach
in my apartment before, I swear that little
demon was a buzzkill cockroach from hell.

Bob Boyd

Chanting Cicada Monks

I hear the cicada monks chanting their
nightly prayers with their sacred tymbals.
I wonder if with all that vigorous chanting,
any of them have attained enlightenment.
Some people think the chants are for sex,
but the cicadas are far higher evolved
than chanting for hours merely for procreation.
Sometimes they copulate out of nature’s
necessity to propagate their species.
Most of the time they are on a higher path
tirelessly chanting their sutras over and over,
experiencing profound moments of cosmic bliss,
striving toward getting off the wheel of rebirth,
and transcending into the higher, eternal bliss,
instead of merely singing noisily in towering trees.

Bob Boyd

While picking through various bargains
at my local dollar store, out of the corner
of my left eye, I spied a bona fide Dogman
shopping in the toy section. Terrified,
petrified, I pretended I didn’t see him.
I fled with my purchases to the front of
the store to cash out fast. I told the two
workers about the cryptid that had
invaded their store. They laughed as if I
were bonkers or making a silly joke
and said they didn’t see anything
unusual come into the store.
Still panicked, I dashed out of there with
my purchases, and that night I saw on the
evening news that six people including
the two employees had been slaughtered in
that store by some kind of howling beast
that got away.

Bob Boyd

I have read of all sorts of cryptids
that no one has ever found any
definitive proof about, far as I know.

Some of the sightings of some of these
cryptids are in the high thousands and
all over the USA.

Some of the people who claim to have seen
them seem creditable as opposed to hoaxers
just having some fun.

Though I’m skeptical about most of these
thousands upon thousands of sightings, I
find one theory plausible.

Imagine if all or some of these cryptids
were from other dimensions and could appear
and disappear into the out of our world.

I think it’s possible many or some of
these creatures could be denizens of
other dimensions, if any of them are real.

Bob Boyd

What’s the point of people living and dying?
Is it to prod them to seek an afterlife paradise,
and failing that prodding sent to a hell?

Is it a one shot deal, done and dead, with the hope
of heaven or a hopeless, eternal damnation?

Or do they keep coming back on the wheel of
transmigration until they spiritually evolve enough
to attain an eternal bliss consciousness?

Or is it all a pointless drama with the ending
of people into the grave and nothingness,
an obliteration of what they had been?

Bob Boyd

Imagine if in ancient times a religion were
conjured up, believed into being.

Imagine if a bird god was the god of that
conjured up religion.

Imagine if the real God took pity
on the misguided conjurers

and mercifully imbued himself
into the imagined bird god

for the sake and salvation of the
people and the conjurers.

Bob Boyd

Birds fell dead from the sky.
Animals dropped dead on the ground.
Humans expired in the streets and in homes.
An enemy’s massive chemical attack,
unprovoked and unseen coming,
spread over the entire country,
instant and total annihilation,
a war won by insidious means.

Bob Boyd

It occurred to me today
that I would be okay

if death were like sleep
without the dreams

a restful undisturbed
lasting peace

no cares
no worries
beyond it all

no needs
no disappointments
like a tranquil twilight
in a darkened night

Bob Boyd

At 80, I’m nearing my obsolescence,
a departure from this tired life.
Perhaps I’ll join some old friends
who became obsolete before me.
Maybe I’ll see Joe Drew there,
who died in Viet Nam or
Mike McHugh and Dennis Doughty,
both died about 5 years ago.
Maybe I’ll make it to something
as grand and as blissful as a heaven.
The absolute worst for me would be
if I died and eventually became obsolete
in the afterlife and had to return to
this troubled world again and again.

Bob Boyd

Some dreams are good, some are bad.
Last night I had a dream that was good.
Met a kindred soul, a guy I felt I’d known.
We had an outstanding rapport.
It felt great to connect with a dream friend,
and to have such great camaraderie.
I woke up and the dream friend was
gone, just another good dream.
But I wonder if sometimes people we
meet in dreams are real.

Bob Boyd

Imaginary Real Tulpa Soulmate

Some people have real imaginary friends.
Tulpas are what they call him.
They believe they are real beings,
as real as you and I are.
I’m not a believer in them.
I think they are really imaginary.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Now I’m thinking how cool it would be
if tulpas were really real and
I could create a tulpa soulmate
that would be a perfect match for me
and lovingly be with me even in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Like sheep they followed him and his hate.
Adopted his antisemitic hatred for Jews.
Became okay with exterminating them.
Became okay with being monsters.
Slaughtered six million Jews in death camps.
Paid dearly for their unbridled infamy.
Lost their power and their country.
Now antisemites are increasing once again.

Bob Boyd

She’s growing older and older alone
lonely and well into her eighties.
Days are passing by faster and faster.
She knows death is closing in faster too
with each quickly passing lonely day.
Sometimes she wishes she could find
a companion, a good man to love, but
she realizes with death closing in and
days passing by faster she’d only have
a short lived love that could end abruptly
in any of the rapidly passing days. So
she puts her romantic feelings aside, and
accepts her faster and faster days and
the inevitable death that is closing in.

Bob Boyd

God may very well be impersonal.
Many prayers do not get answered.
Prayers you would think a personal God
would respond to, like a child or a woman
forced into prostitution whose prayers
seem to be never heard, who suffers
despite her pleading prayers to God.
But even if prayers go unanswered, it
feels more comforting to feel that God
is personal and always there to talk to.
I lean to believing God is impersonal,
but I still pray and talk to God is if God
is personal because it feels so empty
praying or trying to relate to an impersonal
God. But I cannot figure out why a personal
God does not answer more prayers and
help more desperate and suffering people.
Maybe when I die I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

Last night I dreamed my wallet was missing
as part of a kaleidoscope of bizarre dreams.
Discordant scenes, cloudy scenarios, and
indistinct people and barely distinct people.
Then in the midst of all the confusion my
wallet was missing though somehow I still
had money. I couldn’t find my wallet anywhere
and worried about replacing my identification
until I woke up groggily and when my senses
became clear, I remembered my wallet was
where it has always been. In my pants pocket.

Bob Boyd

She felt she had settled with him.
He was a 600k plus guy that she
advertised for on a dating app.
She made the mistake of falling
in love minus the big bucks
and the luxurious perks.
Dissatisfied with her average
income life, she cheated on him
with a more financially acceptable,
wealthy man and left him for
the more lucrative bank account.
Her plan, her high dollar dreams
evaporated when her ideal man $$$
was married and only using her.
Desperate, alone, she tried to get
back with the lesser man she had
settled for, but he was no longer
settling for a superficial woman.

Bob Boyd

first you were exotic
beautiful and rare
phenomenal body
compelling eyes
mellifluent voice
after six months
all that wore off
when I got used
to your ways
your discordant
personality
your annoying
mood swings
your endless
hurtful criticisms
and what had
been exciting
and exotic
became ordinary
and impossible
and I left
ever annoying
no longer
new you

bob boyd

Saw a YouTube video about a Zelex Doll;
the name caught my curiosity.
I wondered if it was going to be an AI Doll
and robotic, maybe even interactive,
like talking to a human.
After it was assembled, turned out it was a
sex doll made to look like a guy’s dream woman.
I could see how men into sex dolls would find
it a product par excellence.
I’m not into sex dolls, but those who are could
do far worse with a real woman who made
their lives unbearable with endless flesh and blood
torments and troubles.

Bob Boyd