I remember when I was in my twenties,
and a woman I knew said she didn’t know
how a woman we knew always kept men
addicted to her.
it was as if she had siren-like ensnarements
that bound men to her —
that kept them dazed and under her control
permanently, inescapably.
I never got to know that woman. Maybe I
feared her siren-like powers and didn’t
want to be her next love bound hostage.
Bob Boyd
From everything I’ve read,
and what I have heard
about peoples’ NDEs,
it seems when we die
romantic love dies too.
I don’t mean because we
are dead in the ground.
I mean when we are alive
in our spirits, which I believe
we become when we die.
But woe upon woes how it
saddens me to think that
romantic love could be gone
forever, rekindled never.
I also believe that the apex
of our evolution is spiritual,
what the Hindus call the
Sat Chit Ananda, the eternal
bliss consconscious,
the Oneness beyond dualities.
But the romantic in me whats
the fairy tale ending, the in
love forever and ever after.
But, alas, what I want is of
no significance in the greater
scheme of things, and
“what will be will be.”
Bob Boyd
So many sightings.
So many claims of abductions.
So many claims of human-alien hybrids.
Naval personnel see then enter and
exiting the sea.
Pilots see their UFOs routinely.
A Whistleblower claimed a dead alien
was at Area 51, as well as reverse engineering
of an alien spacecraft.
If all these claims about aliens are real
when will they debut?
When we’ll we have a reveal?
Bob Boyd
I am in a dream working in an office.
There’s a young and beautiful blonde
haired woman, who’s quite efficient
working in a part of that office.
And she’s aloof and unapproachable.
In the dream we haven’t talked, but
unexpectedly she tells me we have
new compay insurance and she says
it’s not good. I say, “It’s not good?”
She moves close to me and presses
her body against mine and with her
face so close to mine that I feel like
kissing her, she says, “No it’s not,
honey.” I’m melting inside. My mind
has turned to mush, and I want that
moment to last forever and ever.
And I’m hers forever if she wants me.
I wake up saying outloud Wow! Wow!
It’s 2 am, and in the sobering early
morning it pains me that it was just
a dream, and that that heaven is lost
to me forever. And I think to myself
if only … if only … if only ….
Bob Boyd
Silly is this sounds and probably is,
sometimes I feel I’d like to have
a long distance platonic girlfriend.
I’m old with low T, so consummation
isn’t as important to me,
but contact with a woman could be.
Some contact with a supportive woman
just might be good for me
without the need for the presence.
Without the need for the problems that
could occur face to face such as
the greater likelihood of arguments.
And if I had such an unusual relationship
and it lasted till my or her death,
maybe we meet again face to face in the
afterlife
and be together happy forever.
Bob Boyd
When I die there’s a chance
I might dissolve into the cosmos.
I’ve been close to that place before,
but I chose not to enter it.
I was too frightened, fearing I’d lose
everything near and dear to me.
I felt all that would be obliterated
completely out of my world.
When I die, I’ll have no choice to
enter or not enter.
I believe I just might melt into the
eternal bliss consciousness.
Of course, I could be wrong and
what is me might just perish.
No more me, dead forever, rotting
in the cold ground.
If that is the case, I’m totally okay
with that real possibility.
No me, no problems, a kind of
imperturbable peace.
Bob Boyd
I’m sitting on a spinning earth,
and I don’t even know it.
I mean, I’ve read it’s spinning,
but I don’t know it empirically.
Never have I felt it spin and
have no sense of it moving.
So like someone believing
the world is flat,
I’m just going on belief without
being able to confirm the spinning.
Bob Boyd
Birds singing in trees
seem happy and serene.
But look how they scatter
when you approach them
when they’re on the ground.
Despite the fact they are
always singing like carefree
birds, at any moment a hawk
could swoop down and kill
one or more of them.
It’s almost like their singing
is a charade to mask the
fear they have inside.
Perhaps it’s a defense
mechanism to attempt to
ease their constant fears
and their necessary paranoia.
Bob Boyd
It’s 2:40 am, and I’m beginning
to write my daily poems.
For reasons unknown, Ideas
always come into my head.
It’s almost effortless, and it
feels good to create daily.
Sometimes I think how it’s
amazing that I started
writing poems at age 76.
And even more amazing
that I keep writing them.
Bob Boyd
I write poems everyday.
I’ve been writing them
for over 2 years.
It’s like a hunger
I have to feed.
I don’t write poems to
try to publish them.
I just write them for
myself and my mind.
At the least it’s a
great hobby that
also is good for my
mind and my soul.
Bob Boyd
He had a mother-in-law who for no
justifiable reasons didn’t like him.
So he grew to dislike her as much
as she didn’t like him.
When she died of cancer, he took
no relief or pleasure in that.
Actually, he prayed for her, hoping
she made it to heaven.
Bob Boyd
She senses she’s closer to the grave.
The cancer has eaten her up.
Her dreams keep getting more vivid.
In her last dream she sees her
twenty eight years of life before her.
Then came the tunnel of white light.
Her body drew it’s final breath, and
her freed soul made it to heaven.
Bob Boyd
Mark and Frank were deep in a forest
when the forest suddenly went quiet.
No birds singing, no bugs buzzing,
nothing, total unnerving silence.
And they knew the silence was like
a bad omen, and that it was time to leave.
But just as they were about to leave, Poof!
Frank was gone, just vanished instantly
right in front of Mark’s shocked eyes.
When Mark reported the incident to the
police, he became a person of interest
until the case, unsolved, went cold.
And to this day, Frank remains missing.
Bob Boyd
I found out today there’s a bear
that hunts humans.
At first I was thinking maybe it’s
the ferocious black bear.
The kind of bear you’re not
supposed to play dead with
if they’re about to attack you,
unlike with the brown bear.
But lo and behold, the bear
that hunts humans is the
900 to 1,600 lb polar bear.
The size alone is scary, and
thank God they’re living
far away in the Arctic regions.
Bob Boyd
Why do some people have to
suffer mental illness
through no fault of their own,
nothing they did to deserve it?
I hate the unfairness of that,
as if they’re slighted from birth.
Disadvantaged more than most,
sometimes debilitated.
Of course, some go on to do
great things.
But, why did they have to suffer
mental illness when most do not?
I wish I could wave a magic wand
and rid the world of mental illness.
And set all people with mental health
conditions free permanently.
Bob Boyd