Month: December 2024

She fancied herself a progressive feminist
who vainly assaulted men’s natural masculinity,
labeling it as toxic and abhorrently offensive,
as if she wanted to emasculate manly men.
She seemed bitter and a hater of manliness
for whatever twisted and wrongheaded reasons.
She decided on a passive, submissive man
for her partner in life, but grew bored with his
submissions and weakened natural masculinity,
but that was the bed she chose to sleep in
for the rest of her masculinity disdaining life.

Bob Boyd

I’d take cute over beautiful.
Beautiful can be detrimental
to a woman’s humility.
Cute can be a more humble
and endearing presentation
of a woman’s wonderment.
Beautiful can lead a woman
astray seeking gold over
true and real romantic love.
Cute can be more accepting
loving you for whom you are
instead of how much you own.
Though beautiful has a shine
like a scintillating diamond
and sometimes humility and
goodness reside in it,
if I were lucky or blessed
enough to have a choice,
I’d still prefer a cute woman
over one who is beautiful.

Bob Boyd

Head of a dog
body of a saint
the two seem
so incompatible
yet revered as
a notable in the
legions of saints.
Did he bark or
talk, this I don’t
know. But what-
ever the case
he made his
mark in the icons
of Christendom.

Bob Boyd

evil seems to have free reign
on this ever revolving planet.
if i were the Lord of it all
i would intercede in the
birthing of bad seeds
and save them from evil
before they were born
and seed the planet with
good and peaceful people.

bob boyd

everything lives and dies
plants, animals, people,
but what about water
does it die or simply
change into other
ever changing forms,
like a wheel of eternal
incarnations?

what about the infinite cosmos
that seems forever and ever
does it ever die?

or does the seemingly mythical Shiva
really dance to a tune that dissolves it all
and everything in it?

bob boyd

watching Deadly Women on YouTube
more women murdering men
or having men murdered
than I would have imagined
after watching that program
many times over the years

seems a sin against creation
that the usually gentler sex
could ever be as bad as evil men
when it comes to murderous tendencies
accept in self defense against attacks
by male monsters who physically abuse them

it’s as if a satan sabotages some of God’s
fairer creations by injecting a doze
of murderous evil into them
before they exit the prison of the womb
or maybe satan is alloted his own
before they are born into this world

bob boyd

The squirrel in my neighborhood
is quick and wise.

He knows who is a threat and
who is not.

He sees the cats eyeing him.
He knows they wonder
what he’d taste like
and believe he’d be a gourmet meal
compared to the
uninspiring, dry cat food they are fed,
the occasional dead bird they consume.
But he’s too smart and too quick for them
to ever catch him and find out.

He knows they dream of him
being on their menus al la carte,
and he knows he’ll never be
their full course meal or
even their tasty snack.

He sees them as nuts for
even considering such a foolish dream
as he races up trees with astonishing rapidity
and speeds away on telephone wires with an ease
and a grace they can never emulate.

Bob Boyd

Why is it most people don’t get an answer
from God when they fervently pray to him
for divine interventions during troubled times?

Although some claim they do,
are they talking themselves into believing
they are getting answers from the Absolute?

Are some of the people who claim they have
a personal communication line to God
that he always answers, lying to get attention
or to sell books and make money?

And if some souls are favored with answers from God,
why them and no one else?

I was thinking if God was less silent, maybe the world
would have less troubles and less atheists and agnostics,
and maybe it would be a more holy and loving world.

And because of God’s silence, I can see why some people
don’t believe in God or lose faith in Him.

But, of course, I’m merely a mortal who can in no way
fathom the designs of the workings of the cosmos
or the inscrutable reasons for a God who remains silent.
But I can see why some people are atheists and some
people give up on a silent God.

Bob Boyd

She left him on a rainy April day.
Tears fell from his eyes like the rain.
She left him for a richer guy,
and told him he was too poor for her.
Though he was surprised and heartbroken,
he lost all his respect and his love for her.
When the well off guy she left him for left her
and broke her selfish, gold digging heart,
she saw how she made a mistake in leaving him,
apologised and pleaded with him to take her back.
But it was too late. He told her in a calm voice
he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Bob Boyd

As his days neared their end,
he faced them alone.
No wife. No family. No friends. All dead.

He had become a hermit, alone
and lonely, but he yielded to his fate.

He’s had eighty-three years of a bittersweet life
with many dreams unfulfilled.

One freezing winter night
he fell asleep on an old creaking bed
in a dingy apartment he couldn’t afford to heat.

He dreamed about those unfulfilled dreams
in that freezing winter night and died during those dreams,
his body stiff and frozen to death.

Bob Boyd

Crossed His Fingers and Prayed

The day his wife died after 50 years of marriage
he wondered what was the point of romantic love
if it eventually ends in such a drastic fashion.
He thought about his son who never found true love
despite having been with ten women in relationships
that never worked out.
He wondered why for some true love never lasts
and why some never find it.
He went to bed, crossed his fingers and prayed
that he’d be with his wife again when he died.
A year later he married a new wife.

Bob Boyd

He said he was dead,
yet his body was still alive
and he walked and he talked.
He said he was dead inside,
that his body
and his mind
were on automatic pilot.
His spirit, he claimed,
had left for the spirit world.
Maybe what he said was true,
or maybe partly true,
when he really died nine days
after he made that proclamation.

Bob Boyd

Let the rains come
I can weather them
Let them pour down
I have an umbrella
Let them try to ruin me
I can survive them
Let them kill me
I’ll embrace death

Bob Boyd

People said she was ugly.
To him she was beautifully unique.
And often a beautiful face conceals
an uglier heart than a so-called ugly face.
People never looked past her face;
they never saw the angelic beauty within.
He saw it. He saw the incomparable beauty within.
And he felt blessed by the Lord above
when she agreed to marry him and give him her love.

Bob Boyd

Tell a lie enough
better if you twist
the truth with it
and many easily
duped people
will believe it
as if it were the
undeniable truth
Even wiser ones
might buy into a
well told lie too.
For a primer on
this, watch the
disgraced MSM.

Bob Boyd