Month: January 2026

Where do we go when we are ashes
or buried in the ground?
Do we go to a shared space
or a collective of souls?
Do we go to a singular paradise
or a group heaven?
Or do we keep being reborn
until we become enlightened
and live in eternal bliss forever?
Perhaps, despite all the theories
and the speculations
when we die, our afterlife is
the ashes or the ground
and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

I was thinking today
about how I’ve been
living alone for years.

And how sometimes I
wish I had a woman
to live with and love.

But despite occasional
bouts of loneliness,
it’s so nice living alone.

Bob Boyd

Stopped watching TV years ago
overpriced and a lot I didn’t want.

Everything I watch is on the net now,
a universe of choices.

Can pick and choose entertainment and
information I prefer to watch.

Not paying for junk TV programs and
the infomercials I hated.

Was a relief to cut the cord and have
more choices for what I wanted to see.

One of the best decisions of my life
was leaving Cable TV.

Bob Boyd

I saw a sparrow hopping back and forth in the snow
in a bird feeder cam in Ohio.

I thought to myself, has this bird gone bonkers?
I’d never seen a sparrow hopping back and forth like that.

But as the sparrow kept hopping, I saw he had not gone bonkers;
he was digging a hole in the snow.

With his hopping back and forth, on the forward hop his
tiny toes dug into the snow.

On the backward hop, his toes, like tiny shovels, dug
the snow away.

The reason he was digging the hole was, like men drilling for oil,
he was digging for seeds under the snow.

Seeds that the other birds knocked off the bird feeder days ago
that were now buried in the freshly fallen snow.

After a three inch dig, he found the mother lode – plenty of seeds
he pecked at and ate.

Bob Boyd

You meet the woman you feel is
the love of your life.

The increasing days and nights
you spend with her

confirm what you felt on
that glorious day you met her.

But one day after you drop her off at her apartment,
she goes missing and foul play is suspected.

The police see you as a person of interest
as well as her ex-husband.

Both of you pass the polygraphs.
Both of you are cleared as suspects.

But the worst is when years later she is still missing,
and no one knows what happened to her,

and your heartaches never end.

Bob Boyd

She worked with the elderly for a living,
saw many of them suffering when old.

She saw many senioirs healthy one day
stricken with debilitating diseases the next.

She saw many who had been vibrant and active
become sick and unable to take care of themselves.

After many years of seeing tragic outcomes of aging
when she started getting older,

she opted out of aging and killed herself.

Bob Boyd

Watching true crime shows,
every so often I see cases

of women being killed
by supposed male friends.

To me, these are some of
the most insidious.

Someone a woman feels
she can trust

surprises her, shocks her,
kills her like a monster.

Woe to these betrayed women
who die this horrble way,

and I hope the deceiftul friends
who murdered them

one day get their due
on earth and in the hereafter.

Bob Boyd

There are those who claim when we dream
we are actually astral traveling
I just do not believe we do
but I could easily be wrong about this

to my knowledge, I’ve never astral traveled
my dreams are usually too incongrous
or about things that happened during the day
and I have no bearings about being in other planes

I’ve never had even a hint of leaving my body
and traveling through exotic astral planes in sleep
but, of course, my dream mind could be too dense
to perceive any nightly astral field trips.

Bob Boyd

I was lying down in a dream last night
and felt a woman lying beside me
whose face I could not see
lying nearly cheek to cheek with me
I took a chance and kissed her
gently on her cheek
hoping it wouldn’t be too forward
despite us lying nearly
cheek to cheek
the kiss must have been okay
she didn’t react angry or shocked
pity I woke up after the kiss
and didn’t get a kiss from her.

Bob Boyd

There may be creatures from other dimensions
intersecting with our world routinely

creatures that can appear and disappear
into our world and back into their world

maybe some are translucent and predatory
like the predator in the movie Predator

maybe creatures like that account for the 411s
the many people who go missing untraceable
by trackers or dogs and without any tracks

maybe some of the famous ones like Bigfoot
are benign and more intelligent than thought

and these illusive and mysterious creatures
may be as real as you and I are
except that they may be interdimensional

which could account for why despite thousands
of alleged sightings no definitive proof of them exists.

Bob Boyd

I don’t care about trying to publish
any of my poems in a magazine
I just post them here on my blog for myself
like a daily mental workout for my mind

I’ve no interest in a lot of attention
if thousands or even hundreds came here daily
I’d get a little uncomfortable

besides even if poets become the
greatest poets of their day
when enough time goes by
decades, hundreds, thousands of years or more
they are forgotten, as if they never wrote poems

I don’t care about any fleeting legacy
for any of the poems I write
and even if I had started writing poetry
at 16 instead of 76 and became well known
I’d probably be known for a poem or two
and forgotten not long after I died

and from what I’ve seen, even famous poets
are often known only for a few of their hundreds
or thousands of poems they write
so I’m happily obscure and unknown.

Bob Boyd

Once I was married to a woman who said
use your fucking head to me
of course, I erupted at that and
said something back to her
like you don’t talk to me like that
or maybe I traded an expletive with her
but I don’t think so
and it was too long ago to remember
my exact enraged words
but I do rememberr, and what
she didn’t know was
the day she talked to me like that
the death bells began to knell
and though she didn’t know it
I was done with her on that day
in my heart I had left her
because I don’t suffer disrespect
nor would I talk to a woman like that
especially one I was supposed to love.

Bob Boyd

I like witches
white witches
witches who do no harm
who learn about herbs
who learn about spells
I like how they are
so invested in the natural world
I like how they often have
a unique fashion sense
I like how they’re not afraid
of being a little different
of having a different world view
I wonder if that describes you.

Bob Boyd

Lovely as a flower in a field
her beauty incomparable
her voice more melodious
than any musical instrument
a disposition as sweet as
the disposition of an angel
but, alas, for him because
she was his sister
he spent his life trying to find
a woman as perfect as her
hoping she be his wife
but never found a woman
that was his sister’s equal.

Bob Boyd

When he held her the last time
he felt like he was hugging a skeleton
even though she was full bodied
and exceptionally healthy
he didn’t know at that time
the skeleton hug was a premonition
he didn’t know she’d be dead the next day
of a sudden, unexpected heart attack.

Bob Boyd