Category: Poems

Some people claim
they have summoned them
and the experience was real

I’ve seen Dr. Greer’s Documentary
Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind
I think for free on Amazon
a few years back

lights in the sky
lights streaking on the ground

supposedly intuitive downloads
experiences of deep peace

some skeptics claim the
contacts are fake
flares and lasers used
to stage the lights in the sky
and on the ground
and group belief
making fake contacts
happen

to me, it looked real
but to my surprise
no clear UFO sightings
except for the sky
and ground lights

no aliens appeared
in person
or inside the participant’s
minds

no UFOs touched down
on the ground

don’t think anyone received
telepathic messages

I was expecting to see
or hear of that
kind of proof of
bona fide alien
manifestations

never did

nonetheless
after looking into
otherworldly matters

I’ve come to believe
aliens are bona fide –
and that they are here.

Bob Boyd

As people age
changes in the brain
maybe in the biology
as well

change the way
time passes

days melt into nights
faster and faster

months and seasons
gone

almost as if in the blink
of an eye

hastening you to the
day you die.

Bob Boyd

I think it’s possible
civilizations like ours
or even more advanced,
were on this planet before

in the 4.54 billion years
earth has been in existence

those dead civilizations
buried deep within the earth

hidden and unfound
so far

another theory or reality
maybe Shiva’s dance is factual

the cosmos
created
sustained
dissolved
in unnumbered cycles
again and again ad infinitum

civilizations far more advanced
than ours, human, alien, hybrids
dissolved, gone forever

creations birthed
sustained
dissolved
Shiva’s dance over and over
eternally.

Bob Boyd

I’ve heard people claim they’re vampires
on YouTube and in documentaries

they’re not the fictional creatures of the night
they’re just sick humans who find human hosts

to donate their blood to them to drink
but not enough to harm the hosts

the fake vampires drink it, claim empowered,
but not with any vampiric, paranormal abilities

just like the unreal, fictional vampires
they are make believe too

they’d be better off with counseling
to heal their vampire personality disorders.

Bob Boyd

They’re not the walking dead
they’re not the undead
they’re the ant zombies
you probably think I’m kidding
and I love to kid around
but this time I’m not kidding
ant zombies are real
a zombie-ant fungus
Ophiocordyceps unilateralis
zombitizes carpenter ants
it infects the ants, gets inside
them and controls them
eventually it forces the ant
to crawl up a small plant
sink its mandibles into it
and locks it in till it dies
but at least the infection
doesn’t create a hellish
zombie ant apocalypse
intent on killing off the
entire insect world.

Bob Boyd

Unidentifiable dead bodies fished out of the Seine
and scooped off streets of Paris

put on display behind windows on tilted, marble slabs
their clothes hung next to their bodies

became public viewing at a morgue named La Morgue
at first to try to identify the nameless corpses

eventually free entertainment for the masses
sometimes as many as 40,000 visitors a day

gawking at the dead bodies of men, women
and children

vendors hawked goods outside the morgue
that had a greater attendance than theaters

visiting La morgue became a social event
to see and be seen at

open seven days a week from dawn to 6pm
locals and tourists attended in droves

a ghoulish good time for every one of them
parents even brought their children

who would ever have imagined
rubbernecking the decaying dead

would become popular entertainment
at a Paris morgue in the 1800s.

Bob Boyd

When they married
nuptial bliss
love forever
happy days
years later
resentments arose
arguments ensued
hate crept in
love ran away
couldn’t stand
each other
could no longer
be together
wise reader,
tell me true
why is it
nuptial bliss
often ends
like this?

Bob Boyd

Never tried any techniques
to try to have lucid dreams

but occasionally I get
them

and sometimes they are
annoying lucid dreams

had one the other night
in it I’m with a woman

who is my girlfriend
or my wife

I do better in dreams
than in real life

just kidding, I don’t
pursue women in real life

in the dream the woman
is sitting next to me

a guy approaches her
bends down to try to kiss her

I get homicidally enraged
and roar

touch her, and I will
knock you the fuck out

terrified, he backs away
and I know I can knock him out

I wake up relieved it was
just a dream

I’m too old to be acting crazy
or trying to knock people out.

Bob Boyd

In a dream I had last night

I saw fire burst out of a cell phone

I saw a building engulfed in flames

fortunately the dream won’t be prophetic

I don’t dream precognitive dreams.

Bob Boyd

When I was in the Air Force decades ago
after basic training I was told to select
where I wanted to be stationed next

I had two choices: I picked England or Japan,
but as usually is the case, you don’t get
either one.

I was sent to Zweibruecken, Germany instead

I was single and in my late teens then and
dreamed of having an exotic girlfriend,
an English or a Japanese one in either order

though while in Germany, I got to see Paris
and Rome, and a pope in a balcony,
I never made it to England or Japan

and never found an exotic girlfriend,
which back then, wild as I was,
was probably for the best.

Bob Boyd

Some people are about
small talk all or most of
the time

they seem able to small
talk almost incessantly

some hang out in places
where they small talk
for hours

me, I couldn’t do that
I’d get too bored

except with a woman
I loved

I could listen to her
small talk endlessly
as if her words

were the most important
words on the planet

as if her words
were like the words from
an angel talking to me

I guess love can make
small talk as big and

as wonderful as if the
words poured right
out of the heavens –
at least for me.

Bob Boyd

Do we meet people in dreams
that we never met before?
Sometimes I think we might,
that maybe dreams intersect.
I’ve seen many people in dreams
that I never knew in this world.
I’ve wondered if they were real
people who were seeing me
in the dream too.
But unaware that they
were as real as me.
Then again, are these people
living in this world, or on
another plane of existence,
or are they all imaginary?
I’ve seen deceased people
I knew in a couple of dreams.
I believe those were more
than ordinary dreams
I think they were ADCs,
After Death Communications.
I’ve often seen attractive
women in dreams, never
erotic, sometimes romantic,
and wondered if there are
any people who have
real romances in dreams,
like real dream lovers.
Maybe dreams are just
dreams, but I believe
dreams are sometimes more
than just dreams.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I feel a little lonely and think
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have one last love in my life,
Maybe the one I’d waited a lifetime for, the ultimate real thing.
Then I think but at your age and at the old age she’d probably be,
One of you is going to die on the other. You don’t want that either way,
And it’s going to go the way of the world: Nothing lasts forever.

Imagine waking up and finding the woman who was the love of your life
Dead in bed beside you? Do you want to chance going through that,
The shock, the pain, the misery, the loss, the never ending grieving?
And you know you wouldn’t want anyone else after her.
And what if you died first leaving her all alone, one instead of two,
Heartbroken endlessly, maybe never getting over the loss of you.

But then I remember all the NDEs and Deathbed Visions and more
I’ve read and heard over the years, and doctors reporting theirs.
And I recall how in deathbed visions a dying spouse often sees
The deceased spouse in white light to guide the dying spouse into the afterlife,
As if true love triumphs, finds a way, the fairy tale forever and ever.

Then I think about all the amazing NDEs, road maps into the afterlife,
The unconditional love that no one wants to return to this life from.
NDEers saying the other side is more real, this life only dreamlike.
And I think to myself if she died before me, I could accept it,
Knowing she’d have gone on to the higher, better life.
And I’d believe when upon my death bed, she’d be there waiting for me.

But I’m a repressed romantic, and these are just silly things
I sometimes dream about.

Bob Boyd

Sparrows, do you ever seek the truth,
Or like many preoccupied humans
Do you just seek food, mate and eat?
Do you ever wonder what it’s all about,
This uncertain, fleeting life?
Or are you born enlightened,
Not needing to question existence,
Not concerned with the transience,
Having built-in Buddha Minds
And free tickets to Nirvana?

Bob Boyd

I don’t believe in a Satan
But I see a satanic evil
In all those witch hunts
Of those shameful days
The tortures, the burnings
Evil’s unholy biddings
Church collusion
Mothers daughters
Sisters wives
Begging crying
Sobbing pleading
Cast into the fires
Tender women
Brutally treated
Murdered
By deceived
Heartless
Cruel men
Acting like
Hell’s demons
Wickedness
Worthy of
A devil’s praise

Bob Boyd

On her dating app she required a man
making 500k per year.
Anything less was nonnegotiable.
He read her bio, felt her displayed goods were
way overpriced.
He shopped for other women at discounted
prices.
He found one at 200k, still more than he
wanted to pay or could afford,
even on a monthly payment plan.
Despite her boasts about
all her educational credentials,
he didn’t find anything in her inflated bio
worth the exorbitant expenditure.
He shopped through the other selections
and found some without price tags on
their love.
He chose a kind and beautiful free spirit,
who cared more about a man’s heart
than his bank account.
They met, dated, kissed
and fell in non-commercial love.

Bob Boyd

Today my laundry clothes spinner
konked out on me

instead of a death rattle it its throat
it went out with a rattling

grinding metallic parts
in last gasp death throes

what the hell! I’d only had it a paltry year
was it a victim of planned obsolescence

or did I get ripped off with a lousy product
poorly manufactured, doomed to an early death?

Bob Boyd

Lovely treasures from
or originally from
the East

exotic, ladylike,
well mannered
often petite
sweet but not docile
a mistake
sometimes made
about them

a refreshing flavor
of the feminine
elegant and regal
at least to me

I don’t obsess over them
as some men do
like an Asian flu

I just appreciate
their uniqueness
and see them mostly
as high quality women

and one of the many treasures
the East has given
to the world.

Bob Boyd

September 5th, 2025
on a YouTube Short video
a once pretty, young woman
out of it and bent over
screaming on her knees
in shoeless, stocking feet
banging one of her shoes
against the sidewalk
under a Great Wall sign
of a Chinese food restaurant
she gets up totally screwed up
bangs her shoe against a wall
still screaming like a maniac
she walks into traffic oblivious
to car horns beeping frantically
she almost gets run over
still screaming, she vanishes
out of view and goes nowhere
God have mercy on that
young woman’s tormented soul
and save her from the demons
of the drugs she has ingested.

Bob Boyd

Jenna lives on the streets of Kensington Avenue
somebody’s daughter, once with a future
now she’s like a mindless zombie
and bent over swaying back and forth
her life fucked up from Fentynal
there seems to be no help for her
the politicians don’t seem to give a shit
about what has happened to her
she’s not one of their daughters
she doesn’t matter, an acceptable casualty
one of their many inconvenient eyesores
who like so many other lost souls
will probably die on the streets of Kensington.

Bob Boyd