Category: Poems

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

Ogres and gremlins
roamed inside her head
though they gave her
a sense of dread

they filled her ordinary life
with excitement and
peculiar pleasures

perhaps it was because
way back in her lineage
an obscure aunt or
grandmother
was married to one.

Bob Boyd

Cosmic visitors
mysterious
extraterrestrials
origin Pleiades
star cluster
6 to 7 feet tall
long blonde hair
blue eyes
physically beautiful
fluidity of movement
resembling Scandinavians
superior intellects
psychic powers
telepathic
ethereal
peaceful
benevolent
space brothers
and sisters
alleged to be real.

Bob Boyd

The vale of tears
vallis lacrimarum
rooted in Christian doctrine
the suffering, the sorrows
the hardships, the struggles
the chronic diseases
the inevitable dying
loved ones crying
in this transitory life
beneath the high times
the ecstasies, the joys
tears constantly falling.

Bob Boyd

Elon Musk wants to put people on mars
a self-sustaining population
for “the long term survival of civilization”
I believe this would be a necessary step
a beginning of space colonization
the safety of the human species
maybe some animals too
face it, the sun won’t last forever
though too far away to worry about now
the sun eventually will burn out
a devastating cataclysmic event
based on this and other cosmic threats
or a nuclear holocaust on earth
I believe space colonization is inevitable.

Bob Boyd

Walking stick aliens
insectoid beings
superior intellects
resembling
praying mantises
been described
as “nasty looking”
can shape shift
into blonde humans
said to be hostile
from the planet
Epsilon Eridani
factual or
fictional
I do not know
many believe
they are real
like an aerospace
unnamed source
and Linda Moulton Howe
a phenomenal
journalist
this I know
with certainty
the deeper you
look into these
extraterrestrial
matters
the curiouser
the information
becomes
and maybe as
the saying goes
the truth is
stranger than fiction.

Bob Boyd

Since I began writing poetry
about two years ago
I hear words with the ears of a poet
words I didn’t really hear before

for example

when I read the word dromadaire today
I like the way it sounded
so I decided to write a poem with that word in it

inside the body of a dromadaire
a rare nanobody dwells
according to a recent study
that rare nanobody
might treat brain disorders
Alzheimer’s and others
who would have thought
a dromadaire roaming the desert sands
could have such a priceless treasure within him.

Bob Boyd

On an Art Bell’s Ghost to Ghost
broadcast, part of his old
Coast to Coast radio shows
now on YouTube

a woman wrote in about how
in her wild and crazy younger days
she was driving out of control
had been drinking alcohol

ran over old woman with her car
who appeared from behind a bus

she sprang out of her car
rushed over to the woman
said she was sorry
draped her jacket around
her, and the woman looked
into her eyes as she died

she was charged with manslaughter
sent to jail for years
she never got over
accidentally killing the old woman

many years later, living alone
she was about to kill herself
the guilt still too much too bare
as she thought about killing herself
she felt a presence behind her
that began holding her

she knew it was the gentle spirit
of the old woman
saw a flash of her face
and she felt no fear
the old woman’s spirit comforted her
with forgiveness that purged all the guilt
and sorrow out of the forlorn woman

Sometimes in this
world of suffering and sorrow
miracles like this happen
miraculous, tender mercies.

Bob Boyd

About a month ago
I had a metamorphosis
from a night owl
to an early bird

I can’t explain entirely why
but from staying up till 2 or 3 am
I began waking up at 4 or 5 am

eventually I used those early hours
to write my poetry
before returning to sleep

this practice became habitual
until the day came
about a month ago

when I began enjoying being like
a born again early bird

now I go to bed around 10 pm
and wake up at 4 or 5 am

I do a little spiritual work
a few minutes of pranayama
some prayers to Christ
then sitting in surrender
for 5 to 15 minutes
with k energy this is
all I need, like meditating
for an hour pre-k arising

I write 3 poems after that
sometimes one or more
then or later in the day

then I ride my deck cycle
at my computer for 2 hours

on other days, 3 times a week,
I work out then ride the deck cycle
for the 2 hours

I’ve been a night owl for all my life
so the unexpected change to
an early bird surprises me

but I like the quiet of the early
morning hours

and a week ago I went to a grocery store
when it opened at 6 am

I enjoyed the ease of getting in
and out minus the teeming crowds
the waiting lines later in a day

so I suspect I’ll continue
flying through my days
as an early bird
instead of a night owl.

Bob Boyd

Through I was always out practically
every night in my wild youth
somewhere in my late twenties
I became more of a homebody
when married

I was fine with going out once or
more a week, like to a restaurant
or a movie

or on a weekend jaunt
shopping or sightseeing

but being out nearly every night
no longer appealed to me

I made the unforeseeable mistake
of being with two women
who became social butterflies
sometime after we married

I learned like a title of an
old country song
“Isn’t It Lonely Together,”
that that song was heartbreakingly true

the better of the two social butterflies
left this world years ago
in her fifties

saw her obit on the Internet
I suspect she died
of a lung or breast cancer
she was a smoker

she was the nicest woman
I’d ever been with
but I had to leave her
the homebody and the butterfly
just could never work out

I wonder if I’ll see her in the afterlife
and if homebodies and social butterflies
will be there

I don’t pine for a redo with her
to see if we could be
happily together in the afterlife

but I do hope she is okay and in
a beautiful place there forever.

Bob Boyd

I will probably never get over
what aging does to women
the beauties of my generation
are no more

like faded flowers, villainous aging
robs them of their beauty
steals their overall allure

cruelly the theft of their beauty
has sometimes led to unkind
people

referring to them as hags
an inexcusable, unwarranted
affront

shame on them

I shouldn’t be bothered so much
by aging’s theft, and of course
it happens to men as well

but it saddens me beyond measure
when I see time and time again
the effects of the years

on the beauties of the past
and sadly, many of them are dead.

Bob Boyd

He lived on earth
she lived on Kepler 186f

they met when he was
abducted by her

for scientific purposes
spared him the anal probe

interspecies love
at first sight

they even looked
a little alike

but with time
and planet Kepler 186f

500 light years
from earth

the stars in their eyes
went out

and the romance
faded away

like the moon
in the light of day

besides, long distance
romances rarely work out.

Bob Boyd

There are many YouTube videos about haunted churches
I never imagined houses of God could become haunted

but given many churches have graveyards attached
to them for the departed faithful

maybe the dead in those graves rise from the dead
to once again attend church services

maybe the worship, the preaching, and the choir
were all so holy and so good, they could raise the dead

or maybe when dead some of the disembodied became directionless and couldn’t find their way to heaven

so they compromised, best they could do, and
in spirit hung out in their former churches

but between me and you, or you and I, I find even the
thought of ghosts in churches more than a bit spooky.

Bob Boyd

Daddy Longlegs,
the only spider
I do not hate
also called harvestmen
why the hell that is,
I do not know
I’ve never seen
them harvesting hay
or anything for that matter
but wait!
I just learned they
are not spiders
these thin-legged
seemingly harmless
tiny creatures
“make up the
family of Opiliones”
I don’t know what
that family is but
I guess it’s relative.

Bob Boyd

On a YouTube video about Newcastle, England
a young man is arguing with the police in the streets

I can see he’s close to getting arrested and thrown in jail
for his arguing and hassling the police

a pretty young woman
presumably his girlfriend

puts her hands gently on his shoulders
and softly implores him to cease

his foolish, stubborn behavior
her touch, her words, like a bomb diffuser

he settles down, mellows out a bit
stops arguing with the police

as if he got a reprieve
he’s able to work away without being arrested

thanks to his loving, caring girlfriend’s intersession
sometimes a good woman is better than a lawyer.

Bob Boyd

Pray you are never in a forest when everything goes quiet
birds, insects, the wind

an eerie silence, a foreboding stillness that chills your soul
and signals something horrifying is about to happen

if you are lucky it will be only a rambunctious bear
but most likely it will be a terrifying cryptid coming for you

and that horrific terror will be the last thing you will see
before you are disappeared and become a 411.

Bob Boyd

I’m not kidding you; they really do
supposedly these spouses are hybrids
part human, part alien
supposedly aliens have been creating
these hybrids for ages
extracting semen from human men
stealing eggs from human women
with those basic building blocks
manufacturing human replications
that look and act like you and me.

Bob Boyd

I fully got that saying
marriage can change everything
best behaviors fade away
thoughts and words less guarded
the real person emerges
the hidden faults exposed
less of that person inhibited
hopefully no darkness in that soul
or evil in that spouse’s core.

Bob Boyd

Aside from loved ones, there are some people
I wish never died

listening to Art Bell’s Coast to Coast
old shows in YouTube videos

thinking about how I wish he could
have continued his shows forever

even though Coast to Coast continues
and Georgy Noory is a great replacement

I still bemoan that Art is no longer hosting
and died in 2018

but maybe he’s broadcasting in another world
where he’s living a better, blissful life forever.

Bob Boyd