Month: November 2025

Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva

foregoing

your nirvana

your final release
from this world of

sickness
old age
and death

till every sentient being
is off the wheel

of revolving rebirths

guiding souls

for thousands
maybe millions

of years

embodying

a higher selfless love

a greatest sacrifice

for others

Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva

Bob Boyd

A young woman on a train
stabbed to death
a woman asleep in a subway
station, set on fire, burned to death
a high school teacher
murdered in her home
a couple sitting in a movie theater,
gunned to death
random murders by strangers
nowhere is completely safe.

Bob Boyd

I once read a post from a magazine article
that claimed hot Asian women were a given
but Asian men were unattractive

utter nonsense

just as many Asian women are undeniably attractive
so are many Asian men

imagine an Asian guy reading that insulting bunk

being a male, I naturally favor the women
and agree with the assessment of many Asian ones

but I dislike unkind people dumping on the looks
of Asian men — or men and women of any race

I once heard the same about people in the UK
attractive, unappealing, said an American woman

I felt she needed a new prescription for her contacts
there are plenty of fine looking people in the UK

but all this talk about looks is so superficial
more important is the heart, the essence, than fleeting looks

this reminds me of how when younger I often met
women who were unattractive to me

until I got to know them, and they
became beautiful like lovely, unfolding flowers.

Bob Boyd

Breathlessly, gleefully Marcy told her friend Nancy
she met her soulmate using an old Ouija Board

her soulmate told Marcy that though she was bodied and he was
disembodied, one day they’d be together forever

and handsome as hell, he began meeting
Marcy in dreams

amazed, encouraged, Nancy borrowed the Ouija board
thinking easier than a dating app

surprisingly, miraculously, Nancy met her soulmate
with the Ouija board too

13 mornings later, the ladies, 25 and 26 years old
never woke up on that tear-stained dark day

a catfish demon went into laughing hysterics
delighted with his bountiful catch

now Marcy and Nancy sleep with the dead
the Ouija board enticing others

in the dark and dusty thrift shop where
Marcy first saw it.

Bob Boyd

to want to know
really know
firsthand

about the mysteries
the wonders
of the
Great Beyond

thus I welcome
Death

the usher
who will lead me
into the theater
of the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

I found two old friends in the online obits
left this world before me
wondering where they are now

wonder what it’s like there
are they in a cushy afterlife
or embarking on a blast off
into another earthly life?

are their transitions permanent
or just temporary?

some people claim they know
the answers to this
heaven or hell

I don’t think it’s that simple
I think it’s far more complex

and probably unknowable
for any one in human form
who hasn’t been there yet.

Bob Boyd

You might disagree with me on this

and you have the right to be wrong

just kidding

no definitive way to prove if I’m right
or if your wrong

or if were both right
or both wrong

besides this is all conjecture

I believe the gods of yore
from all over the world

were like conduits to
the Divine

I believe the Absolute
would honor those conduits

to It

I don’t think any of the devout
were wasting their time

in their pursuits of these gods
their worship of what
I see as
essentially
expressions of the One

and speaking of gods and such
consider Gneesha
the Remover of Obstacles

who couldn’t use a
Remover of Obstacles
in their life?

Bob Boyd

In a dream last night
I’m lying in bed
holding a woman
but when I held her
her body felt more
wonderful to hold
than any other
woman’s body
I was ever blessed
to have held

we cuddled
we kissed
I fell hopelessly
in love

I had a vague
feeling she might
have been an ex wife
long deceased

that I left because
she was always
out
I was always
alone
her the extrovert
me the introvert

and I’m not one
to go back with
someone that a
romance didn’t
work out with

I awoke in the
sobering morning
light, sort of
relieved that I
hadn’t falling
in love with her
but wondering
if I had been with
her ghost or spirit

whatever the case
at least it was a
pleasant experience
as opposed to an
avenging ex’s spirit
harassing me.

Bob Boyd

Her face, angelic
a blessing to see
her voice melodious
captivates your heart
a single look from her
imbues you with joy
her touch ecstatic
delightfully addictive
her lovely presence
brings such happiness
need her precious love
forever, parting never
can’t imagine being
without her ever
want her love forever
the blissful effects
of the right woman.

Bob Boyd

Since we never met in this life

our love unrequited
our hearts ununited
our souls separated

will we meet in the afterlife?

our love consummated
our hearts united
our souls entwined

soulmates forever.

Bob Boyd

I like seeing dogs looking out of open car windows
with their heads outside the windows
even though it’s not safe for the dog
were an accident to happen

but imagine the freeing feeling for a dog
riding in a rolling car without need of his volition
head outside the window
breeze blowing in his face
so incredibly refreshing
so amazingly exciting

the sights, the thrill, the fun, the joy
of the dog’s rolling car ride.

Bob Boyd

I spy a ladybug
on top of my bathroom mirror.

every so often, a ladybug
invades my fortified apartment
I’m glad their not spies
far as I know

she’s eyeing me now
and I know what she’s thinking

“Um … is this some Caucasian, mountain god
tall and mountainous as he is?”

she sees me nick my cheek with my razor
and the tiny spot of blood that debuts

she thinks to herself
“though this strange species
towers over me mightily
it’s a lesser god than mine
because it bleeds”

after her disparaging assessment
she somehow, magically, walks down
the mirror like Jesus walking on water
and doesn’t fall off, as I or any living
human would, except maybe Jesus

I see she’s preening herself in the mirror
and liking her reflection a little too much
I never knew ladybugs were vain

I’d like to kick her out of my apartment
but it’s too cold outside
and despite the fact she’s an intruder
I don’t want her to freeze her ass off
that is if ladybugs have asses

so I just bid her farewell as I walk to my
computer and write this kinda ode to her
while she’s probably still obsessing over
her looks in my bathroom mirror

someday I must school her on the fact
looks fade and her personality is more
important than her fleeting looks.

maybe tomorrow, if she sticks around.

Bob Boyd

Thinking today about how
they all fade away

people you knew
people you barely knew
people you thought you knew
people you never knew

and how one day
I will fade away too

from everything
I ever knew
from everything
I ever was

when I fade away
from this world –

forever.

Bob Boyd

Last night I was remembering the Muslim woman
at the cancer center

who was always there the same time as I was
years ago, free of cancer now

though I never had a conversation with her
I worried about her

she was emaciated and in a wheelchair
never knew cancer put people in wheelchairs

but, alas, many are the people in wheelchairs
from cancer

I was worried about this woman because
I thought she looked close to dying

she appeared to be in her early or late forties
too young, too soon, to leave this world

one day she was no longer at the cancer center
at the same time I was

I feared my observation about her dying had been right
but to this day, I hope I had been wrong

I hope her doctor just changed her appointment time
and that she lives cancer free today.

Bob Boyd

I wonder who in Japan
dreamed up Godzilla
it must have been
one hell of a ride
to dream up
a giant monster
and see it
on the silver screen
playing in
many countries
all over the world
causing havoc
wrecking cities
and more
when I saw it
as a kid, I didn’t think
it was any good
but what did I know?
I was just a kid
kudos to the creator
of the movie Godzilla
and its enduring success.

Bob Boyd

I see a young woman with black and green hair
reviewing horror movies on YouTube
that she sees on Tubi

It doesn’t surprise me that a woman with
black and green hair is reviewing horror movies
it seems apropos

she has an English accent that gives her
some linguistic appeal and adds to her
well thought out reviews

she calls herself the gremlin girl, which in a way
doesn’t surprise me, but the name is like a misnomer
she’s too pretty to be a gremlin

I give her video a like and put it in my favorites,
so I can take a look at her recommendations
later on Tubi. Thank you gremlin girl.

Bob Boyd