Poems by Bob Boyd

i’m not sure why
but i have reached
a state of equanimity
or maybe indifference
where i no longer care
if i were to die into
nothingness

if my like ended and
there was no afterlife
if what was me was
obliterated into
me no more forever
with every vestige
of what i had been
erased
i just don’t care

this is not just
false bravado
this is real
i just don’t care

based on the many
ndes i’ve read and
listened to

i believe the afterlife
is glorious
compared to earth life

but if all those wondrous
nde reports were illusionary
and one just died and that
was it and nothing more
i’m good with that

and quite frankly
if reincarnation is real
if we are all fated
to keep reincarnating
i would rather die
into nothingness than
to ever return to earth
again

bob boyd

i think a lot of characteristics in a person’s
behavior and personality are predetermined
like psychopaths
who
i learned yesterday cannot be changed
who
did not wake up one day and decide to be
that way
you might be wondering what this has
to do
with a woman who was uncommonly nice
she was a woman who always woke up
happy
this was not a choice
it was i believe predetermined in her
and unlike most people i have met
few seemed to have the characteristic
i saw her as a lucky anomaly and i
never understood how anyone could
ever wake up happy
just like i never understood whey some
people are fated to be born
psychopathic
and along with waking up happy
she was also uncommonly nice

bob boyd

some butterflies live up to ten weeks
but most die after only a few
i imagine to a butterfly a few weeks
or ten weeks could seem as long as
70 or 100 years to a human
that is if a butterfly is capable of
having any idea of its time on earth
but in regard to a butterfly’s lifespan
many don’t make it to the 3 to 10 weeks
butterflies have scores of predators
who hunt and devour them
that aside i wonder where butterflies
go when they die
i hope they don’t just die into
nothingness
imagine if there really is a heaven
and butterflies dance their
in celestial skies

bob boyd

Sad how beauty is so transient,
like lilies in nature ever fading.

Beauty blooms for only a blink
in the timeless span of eternity.

Sad how it is like a mere illusion,
that soon vanishes forever.

Bob Boyd

i never pine over a love that didn’t last
i don’t hold on to broken romances
just like one doesn’t hold onto broken things
but sometimes i wonder whatever happened
to my first serious girlfriend even though
she left me for for a more monied other
i wonder if she is still on the planet
or passed away some time ago
i suspect she probably had a good life
maybe married a doctor since she
planned on becoming a nurse
i hope she had a decent life without
any horrors that happen to so many

bob boyd

the leaves that bud
crinkle and fall
not unlike humans
who also crinkle
and fall

but unlike leaves
we also stiffen and
have a longer season
to live

and maybe like leaves
that are reborn
perhaps we are too

bob boyd

leafy gods and goddesses
that die and are reborn
with the seasons
I can see how past
pagans and maybe
present pagans could
believe in such deities
who like the plants and
the crops die and are
reborn in the spring
I’m not a pagan but
I can see the appeal
and like the imagery

bob boyd

Some people seem to thrive on
arguments
word duels on x and elsewhere
I’ve no time
no patience for that
besides arguments
usually amount to nothing
disruptive
wastes of time
as for trolls
the saying
don’t feed the trolls
seems wise
better, if able,
shut them down
delete them if
you control the media
you might indulge
in arguments
as for me
I’ve better things to do
and in the grander
scheme of things
they really have
no relevance

Bob Boyd

seconds
minutes
hours
days
weeks
months
years
lives
everything
all
eventually
gone
forever
sometimes
I feel
I’ve learned
the point of
it all
the TRUTH
from
NDEs
Eastern
Western
philosophies
but
then I
realize
even these
sources
could be
entirely
wrong
as time
and my
time
passes by
and is no
more
it’s all
so fleeting

Bob Boyd

When I was a teenager
I wanted to be a rockstar,
which in retrospect was
a foolish dream for me.

I had no talent for singing
and didn’t have the patience
to learn how to play a
musical instrument.

And unknown to me back
then, I wouldn’t have liked
all the traveling, probably
would have burned out
on it after six months.

And unknown to me back
then, many rockstars have
died young, often from
drug overdoses.

Had I the talent for singing
and the patience to learn
how to play a musical
instrument, I easily could
have been one of them.

Bob Boyd

I’ve been seeing women in dreams again
nearly every night.
Saw them like this when I had cancer,
thought maybe they were there
because I was close to death.
Not sure what it means,
but the dreams are nice.
Maybe I’m close to death again
and they are back to guide me
into the afterlife.
I doubt that I’m close to death.
I feel far too good.
But death has a way of
sneaking up on you and
sometimes taking you out
when you least expect it.

Bob Boyd

First came the missionaries
Then came the plunderers
The soldiers followed
The country fell
Having no military
To defend its land
From a foreign God
And a foreign power

Bob Boyd

beauty though
alluring
is like a mirage
here today
momentarily
gone tomorrow
transitory
never
ever after
fleeting like
this brief
life in the
blink of
eternity

bob boyd

He had been with many women,
not as a womanizer just looking
for the right one.

But despite all those women,
he never found the right one
that would bring him the enduring
love he dreamed of beginning in
his teenage years.

He took solace in the fact that
others never found the right one
either, and even if you do find
the right one, it’s destined to
be temporary in this temporary
world.

Bob Boyd

he was a republican
a follower of trump
she saw him as a
right winger and a
nazi following a hitler
and politically stupid

she was a democrat
voted for biden
he saw her as a
supporter of
open borders
women raped
trying to cross
illegally into
the US
children sex trafficked
by cartels
hundreds missing
in the US
dangerous gang
members let in
tren de aragua
a 12-year-old girl
Jocelyn Nungaray
raped and strangled
to death by
dangerous illegals
from venezuela

because of their different
political affiliations
their love was doomed
and they parted
hating each other

bob boyd

Some people from birth
Fated to be mentally ill
Inherited
Genetic
Where’s the fairness
In that
Despite the unfairness
The affliction
Some are able
To lead great lives
Some famously
Others with more severe
Psychological conditions
Not so
Were I born that way
And suffered with serious
Mental illness
That treatments
And pills
Could barely
Or not alleviate
I’d wonder
Why me
And were my condition
So severe
I could barely function
Even medicated
I can see how
I or most anyone
Could become suicidal
From the
Constant torment
Of it all

Bob Boyd

Saw a video about a man
who befriended a little
jump spider. He even said
it was cute. I was almost
able to agree with him,
but not quite. I just cant
find spiders cute or
even likeable. I see them
as the creepy crawlies,
and I just don’t like them.
Squeamish though I
might have been, I liked
that jump spider less
when I saw it eating
helpless live tiny insects
the man hand fed it.
But that’s just me.

Bob Boyd

Twenty city killer asteroids believed to be 460 feet wide
orbiting near Venus could one day strike earth with
the potential to destroy a largely populated area
on Earth, according to scientists.

Mercifully, this swarm of killer asteroids is not a definite
threat and may never collide with Earth, but it is
a threatening possibility. And one more
threatening possibility of the many that hover over us
in this luck of the draw world.

Bob Boyd

Despairing of her unanswered prayers to God to save her dying husband’s life,
a desperate, at wit’s end, woman calls upon Satan to save his life.

Help arrives almost immediately in the form of a smartly dressed woman who saves her husband’s life.

But as always is the case in tales and movies, dealings with the devil come with consequences.

The once good and kind husband becomes an evil man in a body without a pulse
Miraculously, he doesn’t kill anyone but almost does with the smartly dressed woman’s urgings.

A religious friend saves him with words and prayers and he extracts himself from the evil smartly dressed woman’s tenacious hold on him.

My takeaway from the movie is be wary of dealings with devils or sketchy people.

Bob Boyd

Some people seem addicted to attention.
I’m not saying that’s a bad thing; it’s just
how they are wired.

I’m wired differently. I don’t like a lot of
attention.

I’d be uneasy were I known all over the
Internet like some people have become

often through hard work and successful
self promotion, not easy to do.

Worse, some through scandalous behavior
or posting something that backfired and

got them Internet breaking attention
that mortified them.

I’m happier with being obscure and
unknown in my soul-satisfying seclusion.

Bob Boyd