I can see by the way the fish in my aquarium
is swimming erratically, he’s dying.

I saw a politician at a congressional hearing,
and I could tell he was dying.

His appearance had death written all over it,
his trembling voice was like a trembling death knell.

So far, I can tell that despite my 80 years of life,
I’m not as close to dying as the fish and the politician.

But with the days flying by and my body wearing down,
surrepticouslly and slowly, the days is coming

when I’ll be joining the fish and the politician
in the afterlife, a mysterious spirit world or the cold ground.

Bob Boyd

He loved her dearly,
but he couldn’t get
along with her hateful
three kids.

He knew they hated
him, saw him as a
rival for their love.

Unfortunately, her
annoying kids
made loving her
impossible for him.

He left her with no
regrets and finally
had some peace
of mind.

Bob Boyd

Despite how scary the howling of wolves
can be in movies,

wolf attacks are rare.

But if a wolf has rabies, or if you provoke it,
you might get attacked.

Fortunately, when wolves see us as bipedial,
they associate us with predatory animals,

like bears

and are unlikely to attack us except in
rare cases,

like if they have rabies or are provoked.

Bob Boyd

I saw you in a dream last night,
looking like you did 30 years ago.

You were cordial but distant, and
we both took walks in different directions.

At the end of the dream, you ignored me
to talk to another guy.

I felt a little devalued and maybe
a bit jealous.

I woke up realizing the you I saw in that
dream was not the far older you of today.

Next time stay the hell out of my dreams, lol.

Bob Boyd

You bought into the lure of her charms
and her seductive beauty and body.

You fell in love with her, blind to
her true nature deceptively hidden in her brain.

Nor did you see the end coming when
she became quarrelsome and difficult,

when she schemed to leave you
for that more monied man.

If only you could have had x rays eyes to peer deeply
into her brain and accurately read her designs.

And based on that intel, see the inevitable
betrayal that would shatter your trusting heart.

Bob Boyd

Man, how I loved the British Invasion,
some of the greatest rock bands on the planet,
playing their great hits everywhere.
Oh how I pine for those days again when
everything was less chaotic, less divided.
But, alas, those days are gone forever
and we’ll never be able to get them back.

Bob Boyd

I’m watching a video about sand cats.
Three of the cutest kittens ever
with big inquisitive eyes
are huddled together in a row.

A venomous snake is slithering
menacingly toward them.
The kittens don’t run or cry out.
They remain huddled together,
maybe unaware death is approaching.

The snake slithers nearer
and bam! strikes one of the kittens,
way too cute to die.
The kitten immediately falls over
convulses for a moment and dies.

The mother, who has sensed the
danger, appears from out of nowhere,
charges the snake, bats it with clawed
strike after strike until the snake
slithers away.

She picks up the dead kitten and
puts it somewhere away from predators
who would devour its dead body.
Meanwhile, the snake slithers back
intent on killing another kitten.
And the raging mother intercepts him.

Neither the mother or the snake back down.
The mother crouches inches from the snake’s
head, fury in her eyes, looking directly into its eyes.
She’s so close to the venomous snake’s deadly fangs
that I fear it’s going to shrike her and kill her.
But she’s far too fast for the snake, easily dodges
its strikes while parrying with deadly claw strikes.

The back and forth goes on for about five minutes
until the snake battered, bleeding and torn,
tries to slither away.
But the mother knows she has to finish it,
otherwise it will come back to kill her remaining kittens.
She catches up to it, claws it into submission,
and bites its head off, justice and a gratifying finish.

Bob Boyd

It’s like a crow apocalypse outside my apartment,
caw, caws everywhere on the ground and in the air.
I wonder what the crows are about with all their
constant crow chatter.
Are they partying like human hedonists, or is it
like a massive, human family gathering?
A neighbor I talked to long ago when
one of these huge crow gatherings happened,
said he thought they all arrived when
someone had passed away that day.
I kinda like that superstitious rendering of it,
but I cannot stretch my mind enough to believe it.
So, I’m sticking with it’s something akin
to a massive human family gathering.
However, they are probably here looking for food,
recently fallen from trees or rising from the ground.

Bob Boyd

They’re dying off
becoming extinct
an entire generation
the known and the unknown
the famous and the infamous
reduced to bones in a boneyard
hardly even remnants
of their life histories
their successes and failures

eventually we’ll all be unknowns
no matter how famous today
or still famous from centuries ago
when enough time passes by
ten to ten thousand years
in eternity’s wink of an eye
fare thee well, bye bye
to you and to me, eventually.

Bob Boyd

I keep surrendering this
kundalini energy to God
for a sanctioned completion
yet that never comes
perhaps I’m surrendering it
to the wrong aspect of God
the finite Personal instead
of the infinite Impersonal.

Bob Boyd

While she’s doing her
personal attention ASMR
in her YouTube video
watching and listening
I fall into a relaxed, semi-trance
the soothing sound of her voice
her hypnotic hand movements
and I remember how soothing
a woman can be to a man’s soul.

Bob Boyd

Bombs and drones
dropping from the sky
explosions and devastation
screams and cries
the dead and
wounded everywhere
the cost of war
the price too high
image how exorbitant
it will be with nukes.

Bob Boyd

Screw dating being about love
money is her bottom line
her nonnegotiable requirement
to be deemed even remotely
worthy of her mercantile amore
if you’re a moderate income
nice guy you’re unacceptable
if you’re a rich SOB, you might be
but between you and me and
maybe her if she’s listening
she’s a bad investment
for your non-monetized
precious, no nonsense love.

Bob Boyd

The Bigfoot sightings
keep increasing
you could say
it’s just nonsense
but could over 75,000
people be mistaken,
pranksters or liars?
the sheer volume
of the numbers
suggest there’s
something real here
perhaps something
that can appear and
disappear at will.

Bob Boyd

Stories about monsters
dangers everywhere
turn on the tv
read the news
no where is safe
one day a monster might
get you or me
the wrong place
the wrong time
or merely random
a random shooting
a break in
an attack on the street
on a bus or a train
in a church or restuarant
even in a store
by one of the monsters
monsters that are men
sometimes women.

Bob Boyd

She was beautiful in all ways,
inwardly, outwardly, compassionately.

She worked as a teacher, making a
difference in the lives of children.

A devout Catholic, one day she went
to mass, as she always did

and never returned home, which was
unlike her.

The truth is when she went into that
church, she never came out.

And maybe you have already figured
out what happened to her.

She was murdered by the priest, probably because
he raped her and tried to cover up his infamous crime.

What bothers me even more is how could this happen
to such a devout and caring woman?

But, alas, even with the God loving, evil often comes
for them and without any Divine protections.

Bob Boyd

Sure you were beautiful, far more than
most beautiful women.

I’d even add breathtaking and
hearbreakingly beautiful.

But when you opened your luscious lips
and the ugly words came out,

all the beautiful evaporated into
an ugly mess.

Bob Boyd

A mob pelted police in New York City with snowballs,
some with ice in them,

which injured at least one police officer, and the
police not arresting anyone made them look weak.

The new mayor,Zohran Mamdani,not backing the police,
said it was just kids having a snowball fight.

Obviously, he was lying and showing he had
no use for the police and will probably defund them,

as is the modus operandi of left-leaning politicians
of his ilk.

Mark my words, this is just the beginning of worse
things to come for the once great New York City.

Bob Boyd

My days are passing by faster,
winter almost gone in a flash,
days, weeks, months, years
all racing by.

I think Time’s acceleration is
determined to quicken my one
way ticket to the grave.

What Time doesn’t know is I’m
good with this acceleration and
looking forward to what mysteries
Death holds.

I’ve experienced enough of this life
the ups and downs of it, and I’m
free of any ties binding me to this
world.

And I firmly believe a better world
than this unpredictable one replete
with too much evil and suffering
awaits me in the afterlife.

But if I’m mistaken, and my one
way ticket is only to the grave
I’m perfectly fine with that too.

Bob Boyd

The earth keeps spinning.
My heart keeps beating,
though not as well as when
I was young.

And when my heart stops beating
and the earth will still be spinning,
my remains will be more a part of it
buried in the ground,

maybe in someway benefitting it,
like fertilizer benefiting plants and
vegetables in the ground.

Bob Boyd