Month: October 2025

Tried a pranayama technique
I used to do decades ago
alternate nostril breathing
after nine rounds of it
I got totally blitzed
don’t know if I can keep
up this breathing practice
might make me too spacey
don’t want to be like those
God intoxicants in India
too spaced out to function
needing others for care
even the brief pranayama
boosted my k energy
six feet above my head
might get way too intense
or complete the k energy
finally after 50 plus years
boosting the k energy
fully up the sushumna
into the eternal Oneness.

Bob Boyd

Always liked the female name Alexis
it seemed wondrous and enchanting
and the most beautiful female name
I ever heard in my entire life
I knew a woman named Alexis once
though I didn’t know her very well
she was heartbreakingly beautiful
and seemed as wondrous and
enchanting as her Alexis name.

Bob Boyd

More and more reports of aliens in the air
and under the sea entering and exiting it

exiting without any signs of water on the craft
increasingly strange lights under the sea

some think the preparation of an invasion
if so, would it be peaceful or hostile?

no guarantees the aliens would be friendlies
if hostiles one would think an attack by now

I don’t know quite what to make of it
except I think much of it is true.

Bob Boyd

Supposedly the dead
can show the living
signs that they are well
that everything is okay
once after I learned a
friend had died years
after he passed away
I wrote a poem to him
a week later I saw him
happy in a lucent dream
maybe you’ve had dreams
of the dead you knew too,
many are those who do.

Bob Boyd

She’s had too many bad breaks
for one human to endure

her mother and father died
when she was four

brought up in foster care homes
some harmed her physically

some harmed her mentally
devaluing and demeaning her

in another foster family in it for the money
a family member almost killed her

a gunshot in her young body at twelve
on life supports nearly died

she miraculously recovered
but more scars on her psyche

when finally freed from the system
a homeless, drug addict at 18

eventually became clean
and helped others do the same

despite the many disadvantages
that sadly shaped her life

she’s risen above the disadvantages
and doing the best she can.

Bob Boyd

As you surely know
mediums claim they
can contact
the spirits of the dead

it seems implausible
to me

but when you listen
to some of them
definitely
sound convincing

sure, it’s probably
a clever con
with tricks and
cold readings

but there are people
who I believe have
experienced genuine
after death
communications

considering that,
and rethinking this
ethereal matter
maybe some people
really can contact
the spirits
of the dead.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager
he had his demons
trouble in high school
a chronically troubled kid
always acting up
misbehaving his MO
always skipped classes
often kicked out of high school

a pariah in that academic setting
respected playing pool in a pool hall
with troubled friends, some delinquents
the camaraderie of working class rebels

never got in trouble with the law
didn’t want to be a caged pariah
hard knocks aplenty and aplenty
began to straighten him out
after an insubordination stint
30 days military correctional custody
days and nights of deep introspection
in faraway Zweibrucken, Germany

began to turn his turbulent life around
the better man gradually emerging
he walked upon firmer ground
eventually became liberated
the newer, better him – finally born.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful, blonde, captivating eyes,
winsome smile, magnetic personality,
perfect figure

some said she should
be a movie star

others told her she
could be a fashion model

she had the right stuff
for either glamorous profession

an agent for a famous
modelling agency once
offered her an opportunity
to be a fashion model

though flattered
she turned down the offer

she became a social worker
more interested in
giving than in glamour.

Bob Boyd

He dreamed he saw heartbreaks all over the world
rising up to heaven spirit-like, bleeding
and shaped like cotton candy

he saw countless angel-like beings catching the
heartbreaks as they reached heaven

they were repairing the broken hearts

he saw most of the repairs were successful
but some were not

and tears fell from the angel-like beings for those
whose hearts they couldn’t repair

somehow he knew those were the hearts of
the brokenhearted who were going to kill themselves

he hoped there were angel-like beings to heal
them when they left this life

he woke up from the dream feeling better than
he had for months

and he knew his broken heart had been mended.

Bob Boyd

It was so long ago I don’t
remember exactly how
I met her

I think it was on a dating
website

I was in my forties
as was she

raven black hair
pretty brown eyes
voluptuous body

she had invited me
to her house

we chatted about
spiritual topics

she told me about
a guru I once studied under
who had chased her
around a table trying
to grope her

I wasn’t surprised by her
sordid revelation about
the guru

many gurus were
more like sexual predators
than holy men
despite their spiritual powers
their advanced spiritual states

unfortunately the meeting
wasn’t going to turn
into a future date

maybe it was my imagination
but I sensed a disturbing
darkness in her

and her house had
a gloomy feel to it

despite her attractiveness
and a spiritual compatibility

I left her house relieved
to be freed from the
possessing darkness
and the ubiquitous gloom.

Bob Boyd

I once heard somebody say
you are dying from the day
you are born

dreadful thought
but decidedly true
the timer starts ticking

when you draw your
fist breath

it’s tragic
and sad
how some die

not long
after they’re born

maybe they have
an edge

no need to go through
any of the risks of
living longer

maybe they go to
a better, happier
place far sooner

a paradise
devoid of the
suffering
the evil
in this temporary
life

perhaps I’m being
overly hopeful
maybe a little
delusional

but that’s
my heartfelt
hope for them.

Bob Boyd

He went to war, his spirits high
his patriotism beating like a drum
weaned on the exhilarating highs
and the heroics of war movies
he marched into battle jubilant
bullets flew, cannons blasted
soldiers dead and dying
a carnival of carnage erupted
the ground soaked with blood
body parts strew all over it
horrors he never expected
the movies had lied to him
war was hell, not cinematic
when the long war ended
both his legs amputated
his mind screwed up and
shell shocked terminally
tried to put his life together
couldn’t do it and tragically
he ended in the streets
homeless shell shocked
and chronically broken.

Bob Boyd

He brought her flowers
she said no thank you,
a superficial gesture

he gave her expensive
chocolates
she said please
you can’t bribe me
with sugar
and fancy candy

he sent her a Hallmark
card oozing with
perfume and
flowery words
she said paper
and scents
just won’t do

he said damn it
what do I have
to do to win
your love?

She said all I want
is your heart and
nothing more.

Bob Boyd

Flowers are shivering
and shrinking

soon they’ll be dying

the chill of Fall is
starting to
slaughter them

though they can feel
their end is nearing

undaunted, they know
they’ll rise up again

in their radiant
spring personas

when the Spring’s
warming sun
melts the cold

and warms them
back to life again.

Bob Boyd

I begin watching a YouTube Short
I see a young couple beginning
to dance to an old Chubby Checker
song The Twist

as the dance begins, the attractive
woman with beautiful eyes
is looking into the man’s eyes
in a way that’s predatory
but in a predatory way
that any man who lives and breathes
would gladly fall prey to

I’m remembering the power
in a woman’s eyes when she
deigns to look at you with interest
and how that single look
can melt even a strong man’s heart

and render him almost senseless
lost in the mesmerizing power of those eyes
and, oh, how I’d love to feel that power again.

Bob Boyd