Cheerful, happy people
they had what he wanted
the peace and the joy
he was missing
in his unfulling life.
His girlfriend had left him.
his life seemed to lack purpose.
He wanted what those people had.
They said their leader was God,
and he seemed like he might be
with his charisma and his holiness
And dressed in a robe like a holy man.
Six months after he joined them
he saw they were only a cult
following a charlatan in a robe.
He left them and met a new girlfriend
and found more peace and joy in her
than he ever did in the cult.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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