Month: September 2025

I recall Taoist Masters writing about meditating
near trees.
They claimed a peaceful energy emanated from
the trees.
I believe they probably were right; it does seem
more peaceful spending time near trees.
I remember the Taoist even have a meditation
method tied to trees, standing like a tree.
Having tried it decades ago, I found it was
an effective, potent method.
You stood with your knees bent and you arms
positioned as if holding a giant ball.
I know that treelike stance would give one
the peace of a steady tree.
I believe with years of standing like a tree
you would become One with the Tao.

Bob Boyd

When it’s good
It’s good
When it’s bad
It’s draining
And can’t be
Good for
Your mental health

You feel lonely
You think another
Will fill the emptiness
In your desolate life

But when You get
Another
You have To adapt
You have to
Compromise

You may not
Get along
After the
Newness
Of each
Other
Wears off
And You
End up
Sacrificing
Your privacy
Your life
And always
Keyed up
You begin
Missing
Those peaceful
Happier days
When you
Were alone

Bob Boyd

Friends, acquaintances, and icons dying.
Times and things you grew up with fading
or faded away, as if they never happened.
Drive In Theatres, Studebakers, Phone Booths,
Typewriters, Transistor Radios, TV Dinners,
Martin Luther King, Aldous Huxley,
Ernest Hemingway, Sharon Tate, Farah Fawcett.
You’re fading away too.
Body older, weaker, balance not as good, mind
not as sharp, health problems, minor and/or major,
bones may be brittle too.
What’s a body to do?
Acceptance. Acceptance. Acceptance.
There’s not much else you can do.
You’re fading away too.

Bob Boyd

He was a good kid
and an excellent swimmer.
On a summer’s day, he
went missing.
A search ensued.
Eventually after searching
his known haunts,
his body was found
drowned in a pool
in a sand pit.
Never found out why
this good kid
excellent swimmer
died in that pool.
It made no sense.
I read of a phenomena,
shallow water blackout,
sadly that may have
happened to him.

Bob Boyd

As the town grew
crime grew, murders
too, till the town was no
longer the peaceful place
it used to be, till the town
became so crime ridden
people began leaving it.
The exodus kept growing
and growing and growing.
Stores went out of business.
Office buildings emptied
till the entire town was
boarded up and abandoned.
And even the criminals left
the town that became a ghost town.

Bob Boyd

I believe there’s some luck in love,
especially when meeting the right one
is a random affair.
It’s not like you meet the perfect person for you
unless you are uncannily lucky.
To me, it seems by chance, by luck, you
meet the near perfect person for you.
Of course exceptions exist, some people
sabotage love.
Some are inherently hard to get along with.
But, overall, I feel you need some luck in love.

Bob Boyd

He thought she loved him,
his wife forever.
But she had other ambitions.
Tired of never having enough,
she longed for a man with more.
Unknown to her loving husband,
she was on the hunt for a
monied man.
While he thought she was out
for evenings with a girlfriends,
she was hobnobbing at events
attended by the rich.
When she finally found her
monied man and told him she
was leaving him, it hit him like
a gun blast to the heart.
She went on to bask in opulence;
he died of a broken heart.

Bob Boyd

The sightings keep increasing
Even the government says
they exist.
UAPs and UFOs.
Opinions vary on what they are.
Aliens seem the most likely.
Some say that’s for sure.
I believe they are right, but
if that’s true, why do they
seem to be avoiding direct
contact with us?
And are they friendlies or
are they unfriendlies?
I don’t think anyone knows
for sure.
Some think they are like
benevolent overlords that
watch over us and will
stop us from destroying
ourselves, if a nuclear war
were to start.
The belief is they would
stop the nukes from
launching and would save
the human race.
Whatever the case, I think
we are close to a direct
contact with whatever they
are.

Bob Boyd

Everybody thought my older brother was the nicest guy.
They didn’t know he had a nefarious darker side.
He had weaned himself on gangster movies.
He always rooted for the bad guys and booed the cops.
His main ambition in life behind his charming persona
Was to be a made man in the Mafia.
He tried to sign up in big city Boston.
Was told because he wasn’t Italian he couldn’t join
But could be an associate if he “Made his bones”
By taking out a guy named Sal Marino on the North End.
The hit must have gone badly wrong because
I never saw my gangster wannabe brother again.

Bob Boyd

Rhonda grew up in Sandpoint, Idaho,
attended a Baptist Church there.
She had a loving family with a sister
and a brother, but not much money.
Did well in high school, but not well
enough for a college scholarship.
Went to a junior college in California,
worked part time to afford it in
a fast food restaurant, but tired of
making substandard wages.
Got lured into being a stripper
for higher pay and easy work
by a college classmate.
Despite compromising her morals,
enjoyed the lucrative pay.
Eventually got hooked on drugs
and higher paying prostitution,
making a small fortune for sharing
her beautiful body with men.
To bolster her falling self image
referred to herself as a sex worker.
Gave up her college dream, more
money in hooking than with a degree.
Now she’s a middle age woman, her
looks and her beautiful body no
longer as marketable, and she walks
the streets selling her body at
reduced fees, and often dreams of
when she was an innocent girl in Idaho
and going to that Baptist Church.

Bob Boyd

Never had a woman said to me –
she didn’t have biological eyes.
Her words took me by surprise.

Despite the obvious reason
she didn’t have biological eyes,
I felt sad for the woman missing
normal eyes.

But she was fine without them
and could see in ways I could
not begin to understand.
For she was an AI woman and
I was a human man.

Bob Boyd

I’ve met many women in dreams.
Ever hear of Marilyn Monroe?
Never met her in a dream, lol.
Always unknown women,
never erotic, sometimes romantic.
Erotic could mean a succubus – egads!
Just as things start to go somewhere
like a caress and a kiss, I wake up,
as if in dreams I’m striking out, lol.

To give an amateur interpretation
Of those women in my dreams,
maybe somewhere in my muted depths
I’m a repressed romantic with
romantic notions sometimes
surfacing in my nightly slumbers.

When I first had a blood cancer,
that was trying it’s damnedest
to take me out, I began having
dreams of women galore
practically every night.
I wondered if they were
angels hovering around me
to guide me into the afterlife,
just in case the cancer
killed me.

After the cancer went into remission,
I rarely had dreams of women.
except an occasional romantic
dream of an alluring one.

Bob Boyd

I wonder if souls become gentler, mellower
in the incomprehensible after life.
Does the transition from bone, flesh,and blood
to bodiless spirit refine one’s character
and ennoble most souls?
Are the less desirable traits erased,
like a character reboot?
Or do we remain the same, character defects
and embodied behaviors?
I like to think we’d be better versions
of what we’d been when earthbound
and closer to the Light.

Bob Boyd

You never heard of Frankenstein’s brother,
the better half of the experimental duo.
He never caused a ruckus.
He never hurt anyone.
He never showed his monstrous
face to the public.
He knew the public would be horrified
by his ungodly appearance.
He knew with pitchforks in hand,
they would kill him.
He studied all the books kept in his
creator’s library.
In nature, he learned he had
an affinity with animals, perhaps they sensed
he was in some ways like them.
When he read the dusty old Bible
in Dr. Frankenstein’s library and
a book about the desert fathers,
he found his path in life, a safe alternative
from, like the animals, being hunted by men.
With instinctive stealth and survival skills,
William spent his life in caves, like the
ancient ascetics seeking mystical union
and living off the the sustenance of the land,
the birds and the beasts of the forest, his companions.

Bob Boyd

The people in the village
felt the ground rumbling
in their homes that night.

Frightened, they sensed the
coming horror, the looming
doom.
The women and children
hid.
The men grabbed
their guns.

Danger reverberated
in the trembling air.
The moon lit up
the advancing hundred strong.

Before the moon bid the
night goodbye,
a thousand villagers
savaged and dead.

Werewolves.

Bob Boyd