Poems by Bob Boyd

Too many good people get murdered in this world
I see this all the time in true crime shows and the news
for example, a good wife or a good husband
murdered by their evil spouse for insurance money
or for the custody of their children
a young woman randomly raped and murdered
an innocent, good child caught in a crossfire of
a drive by shooting accidentally shot dead
all good people murdered, all good people dead
and I cannot understand why in this world
a presumably loving God allows this to happen.

Bob Boyd

I once met a woman who told me
what happened when her father died
she said at his funeral she felt
what she said was his spirit’s energy
flooding the entire funeral parlor
similar to how a guru’s spiritual energy
floods an entire ashram room and more
upon hearing her account of her father
I surmised he must have been a high
spiritual being, evident in life or not.

Bob Boyd

I see him scrambling up and down trees
I see him walking on telephone wires
Sometimes I see him on the ground
but I have no idea where he goes at night
and I have no idea where he lives
and I’ve never seen him when he has died
but I suspect he lives and dies in the trees.

Bob Boyd

Taisan Fukon no Sai
ancient, magical spell
concocted by Taoists
named after a mountain god
alleged to do the following:
save one from death
extend a lifespan
raise the dead
with secret rituals
specific items
like gold, silver and silk
et cetera
and paper dolls
all offered to the gods.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I wonder if individuals
in different places, times and cultures
invented the many gods and goddesses
all across the peopled planet
promoted them to the point
others began believing in them
accepted them as real
felt moved to worship them
in other words, like fake news
many people believed
the imaginative, fake stories
of gods and goddesses

of course, the other possibility is
visionaries, knowers of the unknown
seers of the unseen
could have been chosen
by gods and goddesses
as worthy to be revealed to
revealed and manifested
real and genuine

I have to admit I like
the second version better
the genuine instead of
the imagined
but I tend to believe
that it’s plausible
the Absolute
in Its infinite mercy
would honor the beliefs
the ones imagined
and they eventually
would become real
conduits to the Divine.

Bob Boyd

When I heard of trolls in fairy tales and folklore
I thought they were imaginary
I thought they were just fake annoyances
that somebody or somebodies dreamt up
but that was long before I got on the Internet
and learned that trolls are annoyingly real.

Bob Boyd

An engineer lost his wife in 1963
she unexpectedly died
at the age of 40
heartbroken, he couldn’t go on
with life as usual
he sold their house and
his belongings
quit his high paying job
became a vagabond
wandered all over the US
his way of trying to heal himself
mending his heart
that broke into a thousand pieces
trying to put those pieces
back together again
his wandering ended 5 years later when
he jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge
some broken hearts never heal.

Bob Boyd

She never thought she’d be a crime statistic
or have the crime against plastered
all over the news and on YouTube videos.

She was savagely murdered in June of 1993
on an unhallowed halloween night
by an evil stranger for the fun of it

in her home on Beacon Street awakened from sleep.
Fifty years later people who have lived the house she owned
occasionally see her ghost roaming through it

as if she never crossed over in the tunnel of white light
into the glowing meadows and enchanted lands
of the heavenly paradise in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Some people are so easily brainwashed
and easily radicalized to swallow untruths
some have died for heinous, harmful lies
became evil pawns, tried to kill others
for falsehoods duped into believing
recently some of them arrested in California
a plot to kill thousands of innocent people.

Bob Boyd

A school of cobra endler fish
swimming in fascinating swirls
inside my ten gallon aquarium
up and down back and forth
round and round merrily
like happy children at play.

Bob Boyd