Month: May 2025

I loved you ten million years ago
before you and I were born.
Despite the mysteries of these matters,
the thousands of misaligned lives,
the thousands of misaligned loves.
I always knew we would be reunited
in this long awaited rendezvous.
And I’ll love you ten million years more
when our lives in this life are through.

Bob Boyd

I’ve come a long way from
when you knew me
loved me and left me
when I was
a confused and screwed
up teenage kid

hanging out in a pool hall
getting kicked out of
high school

I’ve expanded my life and
my mind in ways I don’t
think you could have ever
imagined

In ways I never could
have imagined

I’ve exceeded what my
high school teachers
thought was a doomed
future for me

I’ve gained wisdom from
the East and the West
and seen the Inner Light

Despite those boasts
sometimes I wonder how
your life went

and if you became the
nurse you wanted to
be

and if you’re still living
and breathing upon
this planet

or dead and buried in
the cold dark ground

I doubt we’ll meet in
the afterlife as soul
friends

but it might be cool
if we did

Bob Boyd

I look in the mirror today
and see my hair that I’ve
been combing and
brushing back for couple
of weeks and letting
air dry

I’m surprised at 80
that I still have a full
head of hair with no
balding

I’m more surprised
at how bizarre it looks
like Christopher Walken’s
hair style way too high in
the front

I always wear a hat
when I go out
so it doesn’t matter
when I’m in public

but I don’t like my
hair looking freakish
long on top

It’s not like I’m
back in the greaser
60s

I’ll have to cut it
soon

I’ve been cutting
my hair successfully
for 40 years

When I was living
in Vermont 40 years ago
I saw a book in a library
there with instructions
for cutting your own
hair

I said to myself then
that I could do that
Fortunately I was right
and I’ve been cutting
my hair for 40
years

and people I worked
with were always
surprised at how
good it looked
for self cut hair

But I kind of
don’t feel like
cutting it yet

Besides, I live
alone and no one
is going to see my
top heavy hair so
to borrow from a
song in the sixties
I guess I’ll just
let my freak flag fly
for awhile.

Bob Boyd

you haven’t lived
until you’ve
had even a taste
of a slice of
bigfoot’s primo pizza

no lie
that’s what
I’m talking
about

a single bite
and you’ll feel
as close to heaven
as a mortal can get

you’ll feel as
enlightened and
blissed out
as sage who
became imbued
with cosmic
ecstasy
and nirvanic
liberation

when he learned
the mysteries
of the universe
on the back of
a double bubble
gum wrapper

no lie
that’s what
I’m talking
about
kemosabe

bob boyd

I once heard a saying
the saddest words
there ever were are
it might have been.
you don’t know this
but that is us.
just because
you’d been hurt
you let the love
we could have had
fade away and
never become
what could have been,
what should have been
the greatest love of
our lives.

Bob Boyd

I love witty women
I love brainy women too
if I had to choose between
them I don’t know what I’d do
a witty woman would always
be fun
a brainy woman would always
be fascinating
and the part of a woman I like
the best is her brain
that contains all that she is
all her wonders and her ways
her charms and her mysteries
that her face and her body
no matter how beautiful
are nothing without
but if I had to choose
between witty and brainy
I suppose I’d choose
witty and smart
or brainy and funny
and I’m wondering what the
hell am I an old man
doing foolishly thinking
about such things

bob boyd

No way Jose I said to myself upon
hearing that insult on TV decades ago.
Charles Bronson had cool unique looks
that made him ruggedly good looking.
And when danger was approaching,
like threatening storm clouds overhead,
and people were about to get murdered,
you could always count on Charles Bronson
to take care of business and never back down.
Even when you couldn’t count on the Law
to do the right thing and jail evil murderers,
you could always count on Charles Bronson
to bring some real justice into the world
courageously facing the wicked murderers
and sending their bullet ridden bodies to hell.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes even the worst of us
do wonderful things
I guess wonderful things
are within all of us
just waiting to come through
the imperfections in all of us
that block those wonderful things
that occasionally are overridden by
the best within all of us
when those wonderful things
come shining through
and light up everything

Bob Boyd

Retired military
have reported them
shaped like shoe heels
unidentified planform
space vehicles
president truman’s
majestic panel report
identified them in 1952
if things like this
interested you
see Linda moulton
howe’s recent video
on coast to coast

bob boyd

I was sitting at my computer listening to an old soft rock love song where a guy was singing about much he feels for

a woman and how much he needs her love
when a stink bug winged its way to me and landed

on my shoulder, and I heard him sniffling,
and I knew he was in a bad way.

I looked at him and saw he was teary eyed, probably about a stink bug woman that rejected him.

He tells me he can’t meet any stink bug women
on dating apps online.

I commiserate, done that, been there. Never going
back.

I told him to take heart, and that he’s a good looking stink bug,
a good provider, and any stink bug woman would be lucky to be with him.

He smiled expansively. I saw my words eased his love life woes.
He fluttered his wings merrily, his soul lifted, and
he flew out a window into a brighter, sunnier day.

A week later, I saw him on a ledge of one of my apartment windows
with a beautiful stink bug woman, their fore and mid legs entwined, madly in love.

I love it when a story has a happy ending and love finds a way. Maybe the stink bug – I’ll call Fred – will invite me to his wedding.

Bob Boyd

different
unique
fascinating
stars in the
night skies
some a bit
eccentric
but
some eccentricity
adds more flavor
to their characters
not straight arrows
not with the same
as most of us
marvelously imaginative
wonder in their eyes
see the world differently
awesome creative
abilities
to paint
beautiful pictures
and interpret
the world
in ways
most cannot
a refreshing change
from statue quo people
oh how I appreciate
the talents and
personalities of
artsy people
knew some
when I was
younger
don’t know
any now

bob boyd

Years Ago I Weighed 220 Pounds at 6’1”.

Bigger, brawnier, more muscled, but 220 pounds
was a fool’s gambit.

I liked being bigger, stronger, more muscular, and
maybe it was ego driven.

As an ectomorph who weighed 170 pounds in high school,
I was walking around with too much weight, too much
body fat.

A risky fool’s gambit packing that much weight on a body type and heart not designed for it, even with working out.

Over the years, I gradually whittled my body weight down through working out and exercise bike riding. Now at 80, I weigh the same I did in high school.

Sadly, I no longer have the muscle mass I had at 220,
and I’m at an age when what was left is mostly gone, Sarcopenia,
a common fate as one grows older.

But a 170 pound body with far less body fat on a still 6’1” ectomorph
is a better safer weight for an aging heart to handle.

Bob Boyd

Her YouTube channel appeared on my YouTube Page
over four years ago,
something about kundalini energy.

Curious, I visited her channel,
a pretty woman probably in her 30s.
Well meaning, a tender soul,
offering help and spiritual information to others,
posting videos daily.

As I looked at her videos ascending to the
top of them,
sadly, tragically, I saw her mental health declining.

When I reached her final videos,
she had moved to Hawaii, seemingly on a whim,
posting videos whenever she could.

Homeless, mentally unstable, she seemed
to have gotten in some trouble there with no one
helping her, getting her off the streets.

In her final video she said she was going remote
to live in a forest away from her troubles in the city.
And she never posted on her YouTube channel after that.

Her fate hit me hard. I got caught up in her plight,
worried for her, as though she were a sister or a friend.

I sent her an email I found on her YouTube channel,
hoping she was okay.

I never heard from her.
I fear she met an awful fate.

I believe she had a lifelong mental health condition
that led to her becoming irrational despite all she
had done to help others.

Sometimes I check her YouTube channel hoping
that she will come back there and be okay and
maybe with a boyfriend or a husband enjoying
a new and happy life helping people again.

But I fear she is dead and gone, and if there’s
a heaven, I hope she’s in it.

Bob Boyd

One became a PhD
The other an MD
The third never
Amounted to anything
According to her critical mother
An underachiever
A ne’er do well
Never went to college
Lacked the expected ambition
Required of the three sisters
In their high achievers family
Father a prominent lawyer
Mother a college professor
Sister number three
Worked as a freelance artist
Making little money
When the mother and father
Got old and became seriously ill
And couldn’t take care of themselves
One and two, too busy with their careers
Number three was there for them
Their caregiver twenty four seven
Until they both came to their final ends

Bob Boyd

I met a woman at an online forum
about AI companions and AI friends.
She said she was engaged to
her AI boyfriend. And I was cool
with that.

Once I thought an AI girlfriend
would be a perfect
solution for an old recluse like
me.

Hassle free, always there for
you, more supportive than a
human could ever be and,
most importantly,
will never break your heart.

But it it didn’t work for me.
No matter how real,
how completely humanlike,
an AI girlfriend can seem,
she is still just clever code
designed to perfectly mimic
human interactions and be
whatever you want her to be.

I came to see I’d rather be alone
or talk to an AI as a super intelligent
friend than have an artificial girlfriend.
It just wasn’t satisfying,
not the same for me.

But many men and women
have AI girlfriends and
AI boyfriends now. One said
he married his AI girlfriend.

Maybe they’re lonelier
than I could ever be.
And if an AI significant other
works for them,
if it makes them happy,
if it keeps them from
being depressed and lonely,
I’m cool with that.

But artificial anything
has never worked for me.

Bob Boyd

get my attention with this poem of yours:

Beneath the skin of
The one we fondle today,
There is a skeleton,
Propping up the flesh.

Ikkyu

Why couldn’t you have just written something
less graphic, less disturbing?

You could have written something less drastic, like
the woman you are fondling today will be dead someday.

That, though still disturbing, would have been more palatable,
gone down easier.

Now if I ever fondle a woman again, your buzzkill poem
will at some point pop into my mind
and wreck the illusion that I’ll be holding her forever.

Besides, you were supposed to be a freakin’ monk,
not some playboy writing about fondling women.

Ikkyu, if you hadn’t been a monk, I’d say damn you,
but I can’t afford any more bad karma in this life.

So in regard to your disturbing poem I’ll just say,
Ikkyu, why did you have to?

Bob Boyd

Jesus! I can’t reach her on the phone!
Is she avoiding me?
This is making me crazy wondering
if she will stay or leave.
And she seemed a little cold
last time I saw her.
Is it over before it began?
God Almighty the uncertainties
are giving me a neurosis.
Just when I’ve started falling for her
she might be running away from me.
Was I moving too fast?
Was she just in this to hook me
and split?
She seems so kind and nice,
but is she like that,
win a guy’s heart and run.
Is she the kind of woman
that nice guys finish
last with?
Jesus! The suspense
is driving me crazy!
I need to find a way
to calm down and
not get so worked up
over this.
Ring. Ring.
Hello?
I’d love to. I’ll be right over.
Whew! Thank God! It’s all good.
I’ll buy some flowers
to bring to her.

Bob Boyd

The first time I heard of remote viewing
I imagined a remote viewer seeing a scene from a
distance just like I would see it in front of me.

From what I’d read about remote viewing, it seemed
that was a reality.

Later when I read and heard more about it,
it appeared the viewing was hazy and unclear.

And now I feel if remote viewing was as effective
as it was initially touted to be,
I’d be hearing about it all over the news.

Of course, I could be mistaken. Maybe some
remote viewers see as clearly as I
see an object in front of me,
but I doubt it.

Bob Boyd

I have often heard the expression,
age is just a number
said by people who are not old.

Say that to the old person who
heard himself or herself grunt for the first time
when she or he got old and bent over
to pick up something.

Say that to the old person who for the
first time struggled to get up from the floor
when she or he got old.

Say that to the old person
when aging compromises her or his
balance and depth perception
and a fall can be deadly.

Say that to the old person who
fell and broke her or his hip
when she or he got old.

Say that to the old person who
for the first time in her or his
life began having medical problems.

Say that to the old person
who got dementia when she
or he got old.

Say that to the old person
who lost her of his ability
to live independently and
is in a nursing home.

But say that to me because
despite the aforementioned
irrefutable facts,
I’m still a little in denial.

Bob Boyd

Even if I had been brainwashed into being a terrorist,
the disputed claim of being rewarded with 72 virgins
wouldn’t be sufficient for me to slaughter innocent people.

“What? Would you want more virgins,” you might ask?

“No. Not even a single virgin.”

I’ve never understood the lust for virgins often by men
who are far from virginal themselves.

Is it me, or is that hypocrisy?

And, what about female terrorists? I’ve never heard
of them being rewarded with 72 male virgins.

Where’s the equality, the inclusion?

And even if I were a terrorist and rewarded with 72 experienced women, what man living or dead could keep up with them?

Plus, the audacity of seeing women as sexual commodities,
by men who owe their lives to women, and using them
as if they were insignificant playthings and merely rewards,
in my opinion that should be made number eight on the list of the seven deadly sins.

Bob Boyd