At first it was exciting living in the dome on Mars
It was bigger than a giant mall and had everything.

We could see the Martian landscape through portals
The dust storms were amazing and awesome to see.

In special spacesuits we would take walks there,
To get outside on Mars was so freeing and fun.

But than some unknown Martian virus attacked us,
Maybe it had attached itself to our spacesuits

During our daily walks around the Martian land.
The virus was a killer, maybe something sentient.

It turned many of us into super powerful zombies
Who shrieked and growled and slayed many of us.

The mission was aborted. Survivors returned to earth,
And one of us carried the virus back undetected.

And morphed into the shrieking, growling zombie and
Infected thousands of people all over planet earth.

Bob Boyd

He moves through dimensions with ease.
He can appear and disappear at will.
He’s been seen thousands of times.
He seems like a deathless immortal.
No corpse of him has ever been found.
He’s more elusive than a stealthy ninja.
If you take a shot at him, he vanishes.
Who is this mysterious character?
He’s the forever elusive Bigfoot.

Bob Boyd

Hiking on my own in bear country
Something I wasn’t supposed to do,
Dangerous to hike there alone
Experienced hikers told me.
But too manly to worry about it,
Undaunted, I made the trek alone.

Halfway up a mountain, a cowardly
Bear jumped me from behind
And pinned me to the ground.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Bigfoot coming to my rescue.
As he was bigger than the
Bear, I knew the bear was toast.

To my surprise, Bigfoot spoke to
The growling, menacing bear.
In strange telepathic symbols
That appeared in my mind too.
Best I could tell Bigfoot said,
“Get the hell off him now.”

The bear quietly obeyed and
Sauntered on its wild way.
I got off the ground and tried
To thank Bigfoot, but he had
Vanished, probably into some
Unknown mysterious dimension.

Bob Boyd

Souls flying out of cars
Souls levitating through houses
Souls rising all over the world
Into the glorious heavens
Freed from worldly woes
Freed from disabilities
Freed from medical ills
Freed from the limitations
Of transitory earth life
United in love and glory
In the everlasting heaven
Christians call it The Rapture
They say it’s coming one day
But I don’t believe it’s true
But if it is prophetically true
I’m a believer in Christ
And I’ll be rising too
Hopefully not while sitting
In my bathroom on my toilet.

Bob Boyd

They cut off our heads when we sprout in the spring,
Their lawnmowers, like weapons of destruction to us.

Undeterred, unconquered, we resurrect again and again,
And lift our yellow, flowery faces in worship of the sun.

Bob Boyd

He lost sight of things
When he became famous
When he became wealthy
Got too good for old friends

Took up with a celeb crowd
Party people and drug uses
Left his average-looking wife
For a beautiful supermodel
Not as caring as his ex wife

Blew his money away on
Hot cars, houses and junk
Supermodel said goodbye
Broke, alone and contrite
Missed his ex wife’s love

Needed her caring support
Too late, too damn late
Like his money, she was
Blown out of his life too
Like the hot supermodel
She was gone forever

Bob Boyd

She told him she’d love her forever
He said he’d love her forever
Days, months, a few years later
She had a different timetable than his
His forever remained forever
His heart remained true
Her forever became never
Her heart became untrue
So much for falling in love promises

Bob Boyd

Everything eats
Everything kills
Carnage everywhere
Nothing eats
Nothing kills
Carnage nowhere
This life
Next life
Hell
Heaven

Bob Boyd

Beware the promises
lovers tell you when
love begins.

For they will be
forgotten before
love ends.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager he had a Christian friend
Who told him if he didn’t believe in Jesus
He was going to go to hell when he died;
It was the Jesus way or the hell highway.

His heart went out to remote island natives
Who never saw a Christian missionary
and were hellbound out of ignorance
Of the Lord’s one and only true way.

Bob Boyd

The pastor approached
The dead man in the coffin
To raise him from the dead.
The dead man, a bad actor,
His mouth breathing air
Before the pastor rose him
From his corpse performance.
Some believed the fake
Resurrection, thought the
Pastor had Christlike power,
And the pastor and the
Fake dead man had a
Great, unholy payday.

Bob Boyd

On a family outing in a park
Little Cathy went missing.
Family searched everywhere.
Never found little Cathy.
Decades later still a mystery.
Nobody knows what happened
To the family’s poor little Cathy.
One of life’s many horrors
That happens repeatedly.

How can so much evil
Continuously happen in
This uncertain. capricious life?
I’m not a believer in Satan,
But for those who believe,
I can see how for them this
is an explanation for the horrors.

Bob Boyd

66 million years ago
A cataclysmic event
A six mile in diameter
Asteroid slammed
Into planet earth
Blocked out the sun
Killed the plants
Destroyed the
Dinosaurs

Now asteroids threaten
Planet earth with close
Calls every so often
Scientists working
To protect the planet
With defense strategies
Like impact strategies
No telling if they
Will succeed in time
To save this world

Bob Boyd

Javagal Narasimha
Temple in India
Adorned with
Many carvings
Holds mysterious
Secrets of the
Complex Hindu
Ancient theology
Even seers can’t
Decipher all the
Secrets displayed
On this temple’s
Magnificent works
Of art and religion.

Bob Boyd

Dogs excited to see you
When you are away
Whether for minutes
Or for many days
You get the same
Level of excitement.

Humans might miss
You, but not like that,
The unwavering love
Dogs always have
That few humans
Ever have.

Bob Boyd

Free speech stifled
In once great country.
Thought police pawns
In new dictatorship.
Are the purges next?

Bob Boyd

A man in Africa said he could read the minds of animals
And telepathically communicate with them as well.
When he told his prominent family about his new power,
To get him psychiatric help, they called the authorities
Who locked him away in an institution for the insane.
Peeved at his family’s betrayal and his imprisonment,
He sat quietly in his room, closed his eyes, and summoned
A gang of gorillas who tore the institute apart and rescued him,
And he spent the rest of his life living with the gorillas
Trusting them more than harmful, unbelieving humans.

Bob Boyd

There’s been a pandemic of crazy people lately.
Why is nobody talking about this?
Road ragers going nuts on the highways.
Unbalanced protesters blocking traffic on streets.
manically crazy women called Karens everywhere.
Women legitimately named Karen flipping out too,
Bat crap crazy about their name being profaned.
Unhinged people throwing paint on art masterpieces.
More crazed fathers shooting their families to death.
Insane people shooting scores of people weekly.
Crazy people getting fleeting fame for crazy things.
Some Christians say the Second Coming is soon;
God knows we could use a Jesus miracle now
To heal this world of all the increasing craziness,
And that idea is probably a little crazy too.

Bob Boyd

Met her in the dreamscape.
Walked into one of her dreams.
Not by design, not sure how.
I must have been invited or
Somehow lured there by her
Not sure what kind of being
Her so far formless self is,
Sense a loving presence.
Maybe tonight I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

In his world of woes
He staked his claim
On a hill of heartaches

He buried his heart
In a cemetery of despair
And never loved again

Bob Boyd