Category: Poems

Last night I was remembering the Muslim woman
at the cancer center

who was always there the same time as I was
years ago, free of cancer now

though I never had a conversation with her
I worried about her

she was emaciated and in a wheelchair
never knew cancer put people in wheelchairs

but, alas, many are the people in wheelchairs
from cancer

I was worried about this woman because
I thought she looked close to dying

she appeared to be in her early or late forties
too young, too soon, to leave this world

one day she was no longer at the cancer center
at the same time I was

I feared my observation about her dying had been right
but to this day, I hope I had been wrong

I hope her doctor just changed her appointment time
and that she lives cancer free today.

Bob Boyd

I wonder who in Japan
dreamed up Godzilla
it must have been
one hell of a ride
to dream up
a giant monster
and see it
on the silver screen
playing in
many countries
all over the world
causing havoc
wrecking cities
and more
when I saw it
as a kid, I didn’t think
it was any good
but what did I know?
I was just a kid
kudos to the creator
of the movie Godzilla
and its enduring success.

Bob Boyd

I see a young woman with black and green hair
reviewing horror movies on YouTube
that she sees on Tubi

It doesn’t surprise me that a woman with
black and green hair is reviewing horror movies
it seems apropos

she has an English accent that gives her
some linguistic appeal and adds to her
well thought out reviews

she calls herself the gremlin girl, which in a way
doesn’t surprise me, but the name is like a misnomer
she’s too pretty to be a gremlin

I give her video a like and put it in my favorites,
so I can take a look at her recommendations
later on Tubi. Thank you gremlin girl.

Bob Boyd

I’ve noticed all over the world women
paint their faces with makeup
presumably to increase their allure
unlike the female beasts in the forests
who, presumably, have more allure
without the need to paint their faces
do their nails, or gussy up their hair.

Bob Boyd

I had a girlfriend once who was pretty, petite and sweet
and seemed angelic – publicly

privately she was still pretty and petite, but forget about
the sweet and angelic

she became as annoying as a rabid flea on me, too many
snide, biting remarks

not being a masochist, not taking excessive sh*t from anyone,
I had to leave her

I couldn’t put up with her publicly hidden persona
the insufferable, devilishly real her.

Bob Boyd

I’ve read when an old person dies
he or she becomes young again
in the afterlife

yet I’ve heard stories about
old people ghosts

does that mean when you die old
you remain old in the afterlife

or are these old ghosts in something
like an afterlife waiting room before
they get a youthful redo?

Bob Boyd

He loved his exotic wife
she had a different look
beautiful for sure
luxuriant black hair
symmetrical figure
coffee-colored skin
but her black eyes
that seemed to shine
were the stand out
she was more exotic
than he had imagined
one night he woke up
in the middle of night
turned, looked at her
and saw she was a
a different species
a lizard-like shape
shifting reptilian alien
he screamed but she
morphed back to human
mesmerized him with
her eyes that glowed
until his memory of
what he had seen was
erased from his mind.

Bob Boyd

When her parents first heard
their five-year-old daughter
talking to an imaginary friend

they thought it was normal
harmless for children
to have imaginary friends

until things got dark
she said her friend was dead
but in their house

concerned, the parents questioned
her about the dead, imaginary friend
she told her parents the friend

was buried in their back yard
the little girl led her parents out
to the alleged burial spot

drew a circle around it
the parents got shovels, began digging
found the bones of the imaginary friend.

Bob Boyd

They make monsters in the movies
they make them in real life too
with falsehoods, repeated lies
and brainwashing
until these human monsters emerge
from the darkness in their souls
and start killing people.

Bob Boyd

She always hiked and camped alone
friends warned her hiking
and camping solo was unsafe
she didn’t listen to them,
said they were too paranoid
watched too many horror movies

hiking along a trail late afternoon one day
far from her campsite
she stopped and sat down
soon had a feeling of dread
that turned into a feeling of
approaching danger

frightened, she scrambled back down the trail
took a wrong turn and got lost
darkness had covered the forest
making it harder for her to find her way

a hulking dark shadow appeared
under the barely moonlit night
walking steadily toward her
each cracking step on the falling leaves
more ominous, more foreboding

when it came face to face with her
she saw it was a giant Bigfoot and passed out
she woke up in the morning
inside her camping tent safe and secure
and wondered if it had all been a dream
until she saw giant footprints outside her tent.

Bob Boyd

Once there was a self aware tree
it possessed a rudimentary consciousness

it stood for 50 peaceful years
in a serene forest

until loggers sawed it down and
cut it into pieces

and the pieces each held
onto pieces of its consciousness

for about a week before the pieces died
and the consciousness regrouped

and evaporated into the ether
where it remained for a while

until it amassed into a pin point
and returned to earth an insect

a step up the spiritual evolutionary chain
to its eventual rebirths into an enlightened human

and finally gets off the revolving wheel
of transmigration.

Bob Boyd

Sitting in Surrender to the Absolute Today

Such bliss
such peace
like never before
maybe I’m getting closer
to opening the door
to the mystical union
the cosmic consciousness
the oneness
the sat chit ananda
the eternal bliss consciousness
such bliss
such peace
like never before

Bob Boyd

Sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine how nice it would be

to walk downstairs from my second floor apartment
and find a letter in my mail box

from a woman I knew in the past
with some kind or loving words inside it

sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine it would be like the best Christmas present

at any time of the year, spring, summer, fall, winter
but thinking logically, maybe this is a sign that

despite my reclusive contentment and general happiness
perhaps sometimes I get a little lonely

and long for some female companionship
forgetting, for a moment, the drawbacks and the risks.

Bob Boyd

Just as he peers out of his bedroom window
he sees the moon is full

as if on que, he hears the werewolf howling
not far from his house

the howls keep growing louder
nearer

he has wolfsbane planted around his home
a protective barrier

sprinkled salt surrounds his house too
supposedly it wards of werewolves

he has garlic hanging on the doors
and the windows

he has silver items on his person
another alleged werewolf repellent

a crucifix hangs around his neck
he’s hoping that will work too

he’s new at staving off werewolves
crosses his fingers for luck

and hopes those werewolf repellents work
that he read about in a book

but luck was not with him that night
the repellents were just ineffective folk tales

the werewolf, a spurned ex girlfriend, broke into
his home, tore him to shreds

in the last moments of his screaming, terrifying death
he regretted he didn’t buy the gun and silver bullets .

Bob Boyd

I don’t do traditional meditation now
I basically sit in surrender to the Absolute

but decades ago I did Transcendental Meditation
for many years

until the k energy became overstimulated
from regular meditation for 10 minutes or more

back then, two times I felt myself beginning
to leave my body through the crown of my head

right up the kundalini pathway and to where
I had no idea

both times, frightened, I pulled out of meditation
not wanting to do what I thought was astral travel

I’d heard about cases where people got lost
in the astral planes and never got back

I’d heard about cases when a person who
astral traveled and came

back to his body saw some kind of
negative entity trying to occupy it

because of these cases, I freaked out
not wanting to chance those things

even though those cases may not have
been factual

supposedly many have astral traveled
without such things happening to them

in retrospect, I should have just gone
with those strange to me experiences

I know now I wouldn’t have left my body
I would have experienced incredible

expansions of my consciousness
and maybe a taste of cosmic consciousness

as Gopi Krishna did when he had the same
rising out of the body experience

though his path after that was perilous
his k energy went up the wrong channel, pingala

eventually he got his k energy up the right channel
sushumna and attained cosmic consciousness

and spent the rest of his remaining years on earth
living a blissful, enlightened life

while I still live with a k awakening uncompleted
and have not attained the blissful, enlightened life.

Bob Boyd

She was 16-years-old and in one of my
high school classes

though I didn’t know her well, she was
always sweet and nice to everyone

I remember the day I overheard
a kid who played high school football

telling another kid how he had
had her too, meaning sex with her

what enraged me about this was
these two maybe more were

passing her around like a used plaything
with no respect or feelings for her

what was crudely called pump and dump
but, man, she was too sweet and nice

to be used and treated like a sex object
and passed around

and I always hated guys who bragged
about girls they used to others

in my code of teenage living, to treat a girl
like that was close to criminal.

Bob Boyd

Feral cats in the Philippines
don’t get the love cats do in the US

residing everywhere, somehow
they thrive living in the streets

it’s a sorrowful plight except when
they jump on the roofs

of the many single story houses
there bang! bang! bang!

and they startle and tick you off
in the middle of the night

in the US, we have cat hospitals
and countless pampered cats

they don’t know how good they
have it

compared to the homeless, feral cats
living in the streets of the Philippines.

Bob Boyd

Teenagers, they loved pranking
people with their toys

they loved giving people
a good scare

and their toys were
quite unique

and where they
lived there wasn’t much to do

for rambunctious teenagers
with mischievous minds

so like playing with remote control
cars and boats

they let loose their remotely
controlled toys upon planet earth

pranked the strange looking
people there

with their lifelike playthings
bigfoot, mothman, jersey devil and others.

Bob Boyd

Born into a f**ked up family
drug users and drunks
barely had a prayer in life
repeatedly beaten
often put down
a bully in grade school
a delinquent in high school
many disciplinary efforts
only hardened him
suspended and kicked out
sent to juvenile detention
ran away from home
survived on petty theft
and scrounging for food
at age twenty and one
a Mafioso wanna be
became more criminally
inclined and troublesome
mugging people in streets
robbing the stores of
small time merchants
one of them connected
died unredeemed in 1977
with a bullet in his head.

Bob Boyd

Ultimate transformation
expanded awareness
mystical illumination
the ego transcended
a sense of cosmic unity
feeling interconnected
with every star in the sky
with every blade of grass
a oneness with all beings
the universe vibrant
its essence Divine
feelings of joy, peace
and unconditional love
Cosmic Consciousness!

Bob Boyd