Category: Poems

Been following folklore, watching the stories on YouTube videos
but as bad as some of the monsters are in folklore stories
they pale in comparison to the monsters in the human world.

Bob Boyd

I learned today 200 people’s dead bodies
are on Everest

because you die there and you usually stay there
too dangerous to take your body down the mountain

but bravo to those with the grit to climb Everest
even at the risk of losing their lives

as for me, I’m not that brave or adventurous
I prefer climbing smaller mountains in life

that don’t require mountain gear
that don’t require climbing actual mountains

the mountain I climb is the mountain of trying to stay
sane and alive in this challenging, crazy world.

Bob Boyd

She was the kind of woman men dream of
she had the most beautiful exterior
like an angel that came down from heaven
but beneath that heavenly, angelic exterior
her demons and hell unleashed.

Bob Boyd

Reports about UFOs keep increasing
in the seas and in the skies
I think we are about to be visited
by the occupants of some of these
I hope their friendly extraterrestrials
and not unfriendly hostiles who talk
like this: bIjeghbe’chugh vaj bIHegh!

Bob Boyd

Mythological oddities are many
in mythologies all over the world
a woman with the body of a bird
a bird with a dog’s head
a woman with green hair
and razor sharp green teeth
a bull with a horn, like a unicorn
wronged women who died and
live in water and in birch trees
and drown men to their deaths
sometimes I wonder, who were
the imaginative individuals who
thought all these oddities up.

Bob Boyd

The head of beautiful woman
the body of a large bird
resplendent long hair, piercing eyes
dwells in a hidden, magical paradise
she’s knowledge, wisdom. prophecy
sings hymns, divine and magical
mesmerizes with her enchanting voice
she’s all-seeing and all-knowing
sees into the future, foretells future events
she’s the messenger of the Slavic gods
immortalized in stories and legends
Gamayun the seer, the wise, the beautiful.

Bob Boyd

Beautiful, benevolent Slavic goddess
spinner of golden thread
spinner of destinies
offerings of bread, honey and flowers
petitions of prayers and rituals
might invoke her to change your fate.

Bob Boyd

The hum of a small motor
the bubbling of water
the purification by a filter
the heat of a heater
all helping to keep fish
alive in an aquarium.

Bob Boyd

If you’re in a Slavic country
and you’re a man or a pregnant woman
beware of bodies of water,
for the rusalki lurk there
irresistibly beautiful maidens
singing that lures you into the water
if your a man and you fall prey
to an alluringly beautiful Rusalka,
she drowns you to death
if your a pregnant women and you
stray to close to the water, she kills you
and kidnaps your unborn child
beware, beware, of the rusalki.

Bob Boyd

First everything is breathtakingly wonderful
you can’t stop thinking about her
you can’t get those thoughts of her out of your mind
you never imagined love could be like this
it has exceeded your every expectation
but, alas, at some point later
when the newness begins to wear off
when darkness creeps out of her soul and yours
everything begins to turn sour
and if married, you might find yourselves
in a divorce court hating each other
your fault or hers for the dissolution
of the once sweet relationship
pity how this scenario plays over and over
blessed or lucky are those
whose relationships never seem to sour.

Bob Boyd

The concept of tulpas originated in Tibet
by magicians and monks

supposedly with your mind and your imagination
you could create real beings

separate from you with thoughts and astral
lives of their own

practitioners of the occult did the same, except
they called them thought-forms

I once read of a black magic magician who
called them familiars

and according to what I read on a Buddhist site,
quoted below

tulpas and thought forms sometimes run away.

Bob Boyd

“Once the tulpa is endowed with enough vitality to be capable of playing the part of a real being, it tends to free itself from its maker’s control . . . . Tibetan magicians also relate cases in which the tulpa is sent to fulfill a mission, but does not come back and pursues its peregrinations as a half-conscious, dangerously mischievous puppet.

The same thing, it is said, may happen when the maker of the tulpa dies before having dissolved it.”

Source

More about tulps and thought-forms on Wikipedia.

I’m not kidding
I’m serious
in these modern day times
many people believe in fairies
you can read their accounts
on websites
you can hear their testimonies
on YouTube
are they all lying?
are they all deluded?
or maybe a collective belief
birthed fairies into existence
consider the Tibetan tulpas
consider the Philip Experiment.

Bob Boyd

He led a troubled life
always in trouble
always getting into fights
until as an older man
still getting into fights
he got into one that
killed him temporarily

upon the exam table
in the emergency room
he died and went to hell
returned to life terrified
turned his life around
became a church preacher.

Bob Boyd

If ever you’re in the highlands of Scotland
beware the roaming hellhound, Cu-Sith
if God forbid you see this hellhound
a spirit big as a bull, death unleashed
his bark thunderous as lightning
if you hear that thunderous bark 3 times
know those will be your death knells
your eyes will never see this world again.

Bob Boyd

He said he’d seen the invisible realm
bragged he talked to the fae there
said he was the master of them
puppets for his occasional play
claimed he stopped the keening
of many a wailing banshee
the fae came for him one day
offended by his lies about them
took him to the deathless world
tore his lying soul from his body
now he wanders soulless forever
and weeping in their invisible realm.

Bob Boyd

I went to a river deep in a forest
for some solitude and peace
sitting on the bank, I spied

a water fairy rising out of the
water without a single drop on her
surprisingly, I wasn’t frightened
she was too beautiful, too alluring,
to be afraid of

she asked with the sweetest
voice I had ever heard,
“Would you like riches galore?”
and she pulled a wand out of the air
and asked me the question again

you might think I was a fool to say no
and turn down riches galore
but I did, and she asked me two
more times

she drifted away to a man fishing on the
other side of the river, my mind
still blown by her beauty and her voice

I saw her talking to the man and
the man nodding his head, as she
pulled the wand out of the air

I almost regretted not accepting her gift
until she waved her wand and the man
burst into flames, smoke and ashes
in the air

shocked I got up and ran away from
the river, and I was thankful I remembered
a wise wizard’s words …

always be wary of water fairies.

Bob Boyd

When she lived in a house in Ireland, she woke up one day
and her house was sparkling clean

she told an elderly female neighbor about it
and the neighbor replied

you have the luck of the Irish
a brownie spirit is living in your home

you’ll probably never see him, but
when you wake up, your home will always be cleaned

just leave him a bowl of fresh cream or porridge
near the hearth each night, nothing more

and never … never offend him or treat him
like a hired hand

if you do so, he’ll leave, and you’ll never
have his help again

he desires to be your equal and not like
paid help

the bowl of fresh cream and porridge
are all he will require, nothing more

one day she got a fleeting glimpse of him
brown and hairy dressed in rags

feeling bad for him having to wear rags
she bought him some new clothes

after she went to bed and the brownie
came out

he saw the fresh new clothes next to the hearth
and was offended

though she meant well, she’d broken
the rule her neighbor told her about

the next morning when she woke up
her house was in disarray

the brownie who no longer cleaned her house
had gone away.

Bob Boyd

I saw you in a dream last night
though you died decades ago

a few nights ago in a dream
I felt an unseen woman’s arms around me

I know you always wanted to get back
together

and I have to ask, was the woman in the dream
holding me – you?

Bob Boyd

Her days have become downcast
her life has become bitter
her husband of 40 years has left her
she doesn’t know what she’ll do
how she’ll adapt to being alone
how she’ll live without love
her husband was her only friend
now she has no one to talk to
no one to commiserate with her
she feels like her life is over
feels like she is dying
goes to bed, eyes filled with tears
wakes up remembering he’s gone
has some coffee and chocolate
the sweet taste of the chocolate
perks her up, restarts her life
she remembers how her marriage
had been far from perfect
knows she’ll find a way to go on.

Bob Boyd

There are people who
create entities in their
minds called tulpas

they talk to them like
confidants and friends
real or imagined

as for me, I prefer
talking to God like that
real or imagined.

Bob Boyd