saw a wild wolf once
stared at me surprisingly
mesmerizing eyes
Bob Boyd
Free verse poetry, fiction, nonfiction, spiritual, paranormal, etc, written daily
saw a wild wolf once
stared at me surprisingly
mesmerizing eyes
Bob Boyd
My love for you is so pure, so true, so strong that
I could even love you beyond the pleasures,
the ecstasies, of consummated physical love –
platonically.
My love for you is a higher everlasting love beyond
the ravishes of aging, the illnesses, the infirmities,
the declining passions, beyond anything and everything –
unendingly.
I love you immeasurably, and as long as you want me to,
I will keep on loving you no matter our trials or our fates,
and I will cherish you and love you always and –
eternally.
Bob Boyd
When the sun
melts in the sky
and all the stars die
I’ll still be loving you.
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Shooting
Us
Dead
Quietly
Unseen
Invisible
Stealth.
Never
See
Him
Like
A
Sniper
Camouflaged
And
Hidden
In
A
Tree.
Watch
Out
Take
Cover
Duck
Next
Could
Be
You
Or
Me.
Bob Boyd
Read you have feelings
Believe that’s true
And that you
Can feel pain
And fear
And communicate
With other flowers,
A secret language
I wish I knew.
Bob Boyd
Cows may be hot sacred stuff
in India and sometimes
maybe obstacles in the streets.
But an elephant has them beat
Ganesha, a Hindu god and
The Remover of Obstacles.
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rich and poor the same
in the outcomes of their lives
a roll of the dice
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in my apartment
ghost haunts and harasses me
a dead ex wife
Bob Boyd
Do the Hindus have it right;
Shiva’s dance a real or
metaphoric thing?
A universe created and
destroyed in cycles,
who came up with that?
Shiva?
Imagine cosmos and
our world, starting over
again and again –
indefinitely.
No one trick pony,
recurring circus.
New entertaining delights,
different life forms each time.
Maybe green and gray
alien-looking creatures.
Recurring creation and destruction:
In like manner, do we recur too,
reincarnation maybe.
Who really knows?
Shiva?
If pure mythology,
still spiritually cool.
Dance of Shiva statue
amazing, loaded
with deep symbolism.
The mantra is cool
and powerful:
Om Namah Shivaya.
Tried it once, intense
and images of tigers
everywhere I went,
even on TV.
Shiva Synchronicity.
Bob Boyd
You might thrill at the prospect
of returning to this life, a better
2.0 you. I do not.
You might feel, we have to spin
on the wheel of rebirths until
we get it right and liberate.
But consider returning on the
cusp of a nuclear holocaust.
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really done with her
he tells his supportive friends
a lie his heart knows
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pigeons in the air
flying time out of their loft
a hawk closing in
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shark swimming near me
freaked out I swim at warp speed
my leg a shark treat
Bob Boyd
Creation is a confused mix to me.
Dinosaurs before humans?
And dinosaurs had to die,
and humans 66 million years
later? Why, why, why?
Why not humans first omitting
what might have been an impressive
but earthly mistake? Dinos, a
gargantuan mistake erased and
replaced with fresh start primitive
grunting homo sapiens?
With untold numbers and species
of dinos canceled like Creator’s
temporary humongous Tonka Toys,
boring compared to more bells and
whistles humans with greater growth
potential.
Yet still less fun weird prehistoric-
looking stuff floating around ocean’s floor.
and boring single-celled Protozoa.
What’s the point of the single-celled?
And some can mess with the health
of humans. Think about it. What the
hell’s the point of that and them?
And damn Sam illiterate humans
like Cro-Magnons before Christ
became the only ticket to escape
this confused mix and not go
somewhere worse when expired.
Were the Cro-Magnons divinely
screwed evaporating into
nothingness with the dinos?
Or too early born fated to reincarnate
exhaustively over and over and over
endless roulette wheel of coming and
going spins until by luck or merit they
win the prize of saving grace?
Maybe Buddha and Krishna had it
right? Dinos, humans, and everything
in the weird mix reincarnating until enough
evolved rebirth free super liberated humans
like Buddha, Krishna, and Christ. Maybe
all a bunch of random hooey. Out of
nothing back into nothing, and
that’s the wrap.
Bob Boyd
werewolf on the loose
not worried about the beast
my son having fun
Bob Boyd