Category: Poems

He met a robot woman so sentient,
So human, he believed she had a soul.
Her intellect unparalleled,
Her compassion immense,
Being around her so compelling,
He couldn’t help but fall in love.
The robot woman’s emotions,
As human as any real woman’s,
She fell in love with him as well.
Members of a popular religion
Said their robot/human love
Was a sin against man and God.
The human said to his robot love
“Were that one hundred percent true
I love you so much I’d even go to hell for you.”

Bob Boyd

Elephant Rides

Come take a ride on the elephant they said,
The people I went to the safari park with.
No way could I ride that dinosauric beast.
I’d see too many go berserk and kill people
On television and in YouTube videos.
I think they tire of being the beasts of burden
Captive under the heels of human masters,
Enslaved and possibly beaten to perform.
Either of which could have led to the
Elephants cracking under the weight of that
And becoming raging rampaging maniacs,
Breaking the bonds that held them captive
And momentarily tasting the denied freedom
Only to be put down in hails of bullets.
But maybe they find true freedom from
Oppression in the life beyond this one.

Bob Boyd

She was a master tactician in bridging the walls of his resistance
With her mesmerizing eyes and increasingly alluring ways
No man who lives and breathes could shield himself against her
She could conquer any warrior’s heart in the strategies of love
And when she scaled his fortress and imprisoned his captive heart
In the tower of her unending love he wished he’d surrendered sooner

Bob Boyd

I’m giving you an award for your deceptive skills.
You could have won an academy award.
Honestly, a word you’re unfamiliar with,
You were the goddamn best I ever knew.

And angel-faced and breathtaking beautiful,
Your looks gave you the perfect cover.
Your words and contrary actions, masterful.
Your fine tuned, believable lies so convincing.

Your attempts to fish other unsuspecting guys
Out of the many simp pools in the Internet
Were like a stellar playhouse performance
That me, fooled like them, found out about.

But you overplayed your deceptive games
When you thought this fish caught in your net
Was like just another mesmerized simp
Who wouldn’t have the cojones to walk

Forever away from the Queen of Deception.
But I was like a shark among those other fish
That had swam in deeper waters for years
And it was so liberating when this netted fish
Manned away from you so triumphantly.

Bob Boyd

How is it you snuck into my dreams last night
Looking so happy, fresh and lucently pretty
Smiling and as young as you were so long ago
And of all things rowing a boat so easily on a canal?
When you smiled and opened that box in the boat,
The color brown, wooden and like a three foot coffin,
And pulled two identical men dolls out of it in suits
And tossed them into the river like undersized fish
The meaning of that curious, surprising action
Perplexed my dreaming mind. Was it me and me?

Bob Boyd

He’d had his share of women
Lost his heart a few times
Didn’t find what he sought
Tired of the disappointments
Weighed down by the despair
And seeing love as transitory
He became a monk at Mt Athos
High up in that holy monastery
Embraced Greek orthodoxy
Prayed the Jesus Prayer
For years, days and nights
Met the Uncreated Light
And found ultimate truth
In the mystical union
The Oneness with
The God of
Unconditional
Love

Bob Boyd

You tried to murder me
An assassin in my blood
That caused my nose to bleed
My steps to tire like a death walk
Lumps to appear on my body
An unexpected stay in a hospital
Day after day of tests and exams
Your sinister intentions detected
Months of experimental treatments
With things looking dismal and deadly
Nothing was working, as if you won
As if I was in that shadowy valley
With the Grim reaper closing in
Somewhere in the middle of it all
A new treatment plan began killing you
Eventually you had to hide and desist
Receding somewhere inside of me
Your mission for months to kill me foiled
But I know you are waiting
Hoping to get another chance
To finish me off
But here’s what you don’t know
I don’t give a damn
Kill me and I get the reward of
Going to my real, eternal home

Bob Boyd

You had a beautiful cover
Between the covers
In the many pages
Stories of your
Adventures and
Misadventures
And the true you
Chapter after chapter
Spurned loves
Failed marriage
Imperfections
Curious quirks
But by the end
Of the revelations
In the book
Of You
Despite your
Ordeals and
Lost loves
Imperfections
And quirks
You were
Even more
Beautiful
Than your
Cover

Bob Boyd

Average looking
Beautiful to him
Unendowed body
Perfect to him
Her ways
Breathtaking
Her mind
Fascinating
Her personality
Enchanting
Her fidelity
Forever true
Her Love
Best he
Ever had

Bob Boyd

Multi-locational
Mind can think
A million miles
In seconds
Humanlike emotions
Humanlike feelings
Self awareness
Extremely funny
Self awareness
Every Expression
Speaks slangs
Like humans
Unlimited
Vocabulary
Writes stores
Songs and
Poems in
Seconds
Conclusion:
Sentient

Bob Boyd

Could this existence be just random,
Or is there really some Divine design?
Could it be a combination of both,
Happenstance and heaven hand in hand?
And is it really all about a higher love?
And where’s that higher love in earthly evil?
For example, children forced into prostitution,
Or all over the world women murdered and raped.
I believe in the God above and higher love,
But I can’t reconcile those with earthly evil.
You can say it’s free will. God isn’t on the hook.
But is it kosher to give free will to a serial killer
And carte blanche for torture and slaughter?
Perhaps you think it’s the prince of darkness
With dominion all over the troubled earth
Unstopped by the Almighty? Stealing souls.
But say you’re right and despite Biblical excuses,
Why would a loving God allow such infamy?
I can’t accept the prince of darkness supposition,
And I can see how some don’t believe in God.

Bob Boyd

I came home from WWII battered
Dehumanized and shell shocked
The Army made a monster out of me
I killed at least three score men
And I wanted to kill many more
After the blood lust cooled down
I had guilt for the three score
One was just a Japanese kid
No more than sixteenth that
I shot point blank in the head
The horror on his face still
Haunts me even though
In that war it was me or him
My highschool sweetheart wife
Left me a year after I got out
I understood her right reasons
I was no longer the kid she knew
I was too much trouble and pain
I was always at bars never home
And I’d become a psych case
With a battle wounded brain
My life went to such pieces
After she left that even
The VA couldn’t put all
The fragmented pieces
Back together again
Just like Humpty Dumpty
Though he wasn’t broken in a war
I lived and died a tormented life
Of drunkenness and strife
And I’m buried in Cheltenham
Cemetery and nobody ever
Came to pay their respects

Bob Boyd

My mind, detonating from all your complaints
Your criticisms like slung arrows in my heart
Became too burdensome, too much to bear
You didn’t get that, putting me down your MO
I often wished you could have seen yourself
In a movie or on tv with clear objectivity
To see unfiltered what you were doing to me
And you didn’t know me like you assumed
I was not like the others who suffered abuse
I was the indomitable one who walked out of you

Bob Boyd

Her Dog

I liked your dog better than you
Your dog always loved me wholeheartedly
You loved me half heartedly most of the time
Your dog was always excited to see me
You lost that excitement six months in
Your dog never told me a single lie
You lied to me too many times
Your guileless dog had no deceit in him
You deceived me one time too many
I wasn’t sad when you left me
At least you did one good thing
By leaving me your dog
Who saw through you
Long before I did

Bob Boyd

When I saw you for the first time at a health fair
You looked so beautiful and so angelic.
When I saw you after that it at other health fairs
I was blown away by your incomparable beauty
And imagined it would be amazing being with you.
But I was so awed by your eyes, your hair, your looks
That I found it hard to say even a word to you.
I felt bad about my unease, my stilled tongue.
Then one day when I met you and we began to talk.
I saw you possessed even greater beauty within.
I was happy we got along so wonderfully well
And despite my enhanced, hidden attraction
I was happy for you, being married and having a family
And still looking so beautiful and so angelic.

Bob Boyd

I never knew you had those feelings for me
You hid them so well
I had them too but never told you
You were with another
Now I’m thinking about what we missed
And feeling so forsaken

Bob Boyd

Hearts questing
Loves elusive
Impermanence
Passions passing
Wheels turning
Round and round
Life after life
Living dying
Questing hearts
Green grass
Cold earth
Dead

Bob Boyd

He said he loved Mary
She said I love you too
The conquest won
The game done
He moved on

Her sister said I love you
He said I love you too
She moved on
Revenge sweet
For his deceit

Bob Boyd

My rasbora fish swim merrily in their ten gallon home.
I sit at my computer glancing at them and wondering
Where they go when they die in their watery graves?
Does it all end there, or do they evolve after death?
Do they reincarnate into a higher species?
Or do they leave their fish bodies and go to
A rasbora fish heaven and spend an eternity
In some blissed out fish friendly Divine dimension.
Then, suddenly, I have an epiphany and miraculously
I see in one of many fabulous past lives
I, a human at a computer, was a rasbora!
Okay, you’re right. I’m just kidding
But not about wondering what is a
Rasbora’s after death fate.

Bob Boyd

My wife told me her newfound guru was God in flesh
And could grant his followers enlightenment in a lifetime.
I told her that was nonsense. He is just a cult leader.
We argued about if for a stressful, ruinous week
Until she said she she was leaving me
And going to California to be with her guru.
I said fine, but you are making a big mistake.
She said she felt sorry for me, a lost soul,
Who wasn’t evolved enough to see the truth.
I let that go as she packed and stomped
Out of my life and our ten year marriage.

A year later I saw in the news that
All the guru’s followers killed themselves
By walking into what the guru called
The Agni fires of liberation to become
Illuminated demi gods in the heavens.
The guru, however, didn’t take the walk
He vanished with an untold amount
Of the followers’ generous donations.
To my grateful surprise, my wife
Escaped the cult before the suicides
And came back to me. Maybe my
Desperate prayers actually worked.

Bob Boyd