Category: Poems

Why I Never Found Bigfoot

I have hunted Bigfoot for years
Got frustrated and had angry tears
Didn’t find his body or scat
All I found was a mean wild cat
Once I found big footprints in snow
But it was just a silly show
I thought for sure that they were his
Just pranksters messing with my biz
I know now why no trace of him
My image of Bigfoot was dim
He’s more than the conventional
He’s an Interdimensional.

For Maria

St. Paul’s own example gives clear witness to the possibility of “offering up” our suffering for the benefit of others when he declares, “Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling up what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ on behalf of his body, which is the church” (Col 1:24).

Our own suffering takes on a redemptive dimension when we unite it with the passion of Christ.

Fish Food

Imagine
if your place
in nature
brief and
limited
to being
fish food.

Worse
consider
your brief life
limited
to alien food.

What is
Bothersome
Is why
some lifeforms
exist only
as food for
other lifeforms.

Consider
the chicken.

But
in the end
Mother Earth
eats us all.

Bob Boyd

Some People Want to Live to be a Hundred

Some people want
to live
to be a hundred
they know nothing
about the dark nights
of living
too long a life.

They know
nothing
of the
myriad illnesses
that plague most
aging
out of existence.

The worst
the mind’s
demise
when you
become
oblivious of
everything
everyone
and your
vanished self.

Despair
when
friends, icons,
and
beloved spouse
pass away
so many gone
the worst
your spouse
a deep abyss
ever surfacing
sadness.

Of course
it’s
not all bad
there’s those
Golden Years
on canes
crutches,
and
in wheelchairs.

Bob Boyd

Crapshoot World

Only sixteen, she cashiered at a drugstore
In Burlington, Massachusetts after school.
Her sweet uncommonly pretty look enthralled.
Her voice, soft as cotton candy, mesmerized
I would have liked to have gotten to know her
But cruel Fate took her life at only sixteen
Crossing the street in front of the drugstore
A reckless driver and her life was over
So unfair on this earth so many die young
And often suffer senseless terrible deaths
It saddens my heart and makes me wonder why
So many lives are cut short in awful ways
Maybe just random deaths in this crapshoot world.

Bob Boyd

The Theological Considerations of Becoming a Werewolf Against One’s Will

After he got bitten by a werewolf and became a raging moonlit
beast, in his fleeting moments of near normalcy, he believed
God would send him to hell despite becoming a killing monstrosity against his will.

He pondered this horrible thought incessantly, went to church every Sunday, prayed daily to have the supernatural curse expunged and save him from an earthly and unearthly hell.

None of his attempts at redemption and a release from his cyclical
howling slaughters healed him from his fears of hell, removed his damnable curse or altered his bloody full moon rampages.

In the end he decided to kill himself to save countless lives, hoping God would credit him for that and spare him eternal horrors in hell.

Bob Boyd

Different Planets

It’s like you and I are from different planets,
Nothing in common, so freakin’ far apart.
How the hell did we ever get together?
Sure you are beautiful, and you think I look good too,
But is this only a superficial, never lasting love?
Or despite the agonizing differences, are we really a couple?
Have we spent six months and two weeks together for nothing?
And what about the I love yous, need yous, want yous,
Were those endearments as hollow as the inside of a bell?
I mean why are we even together, why the hell are we so badly yoked?
Sometimes you drive me so crazy I feel like copycatting those people who jump off buildings.
Seriously, you drive me insanely crazy like that and make me an emotional maniac.

What? What did you say?

“If you feel our relationship is so painful and dysfunctional, why don’t you leave?”

I don’t leave because it would hurt more to be without you.
Because I’d be driven even crazier from not having you in my life.
Because despite my inane complaints, my insipid rantings, I need you.
And because I love you beyond words, beyond reason, and beyond anything and everything.
And I’m sorry, and I promise I’ll stop these stupid, deal breaking rantings.

Bob Boyd

Cracks

A second chance
for love
so complete
– at first.
Then cracks
appeared.
Her habits
at first
endearing
began to wear.
His drinking
okay – at first.
Then began to
tear the fabric
of their love.
Intolerable –
near the end.
Months
of fighting
then physical
abuse.
Him
lying dead
after dinner
poisoned
to death.
Her
million dollar
insurance
payout.

Bob Boyd

The Man of the Forests Who Preferred the Company of Beasts and Birds

He spent his days among the beasts and the birds
of the forests.
He preferred their company over what he saw as
human beasts.
They had no guile, no greed, no cowardly snipes.
He lived as a self exiled recluse far from cities,
towns and villages.
He foraged and hunted for food, never bothering with
humans or grocery stores for sustenance, only for
ammunition and his disability checks.
He became a fugitive after defending a deer he had befriended,
killed two hunters that were hunting it.
A year later, U.S. Marshals tracked him down, and after
a protracted shootout, gunfire and smoke lighting up the forest,
bullets whizzing back and forth, two of marshals were dead, as well as him.
His life over, no more human beasts, no more running, maybe with the beasts and the birds he loved so much in a forest-like afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Invasion of the Cryptids

At first the sightings were random
and suspected as mere hoaxes.
Years passed, the sightings, and
the species of cryptids increased
and multiplied into the hundreds of
thousands, but few were taking
the surges seriously, as if they were
all imaginary or just fabrications.
But as people kept disappearing
nearly half a million or more,
alarms began sounding, the public
started panicking, the government
reacted, the military was on alert.
But the military reaction was far
too late and was not a deterrent.
The cryptids had the power of
invisibility and could not be tracked
or killed in their unseen masquerades.
A few were blasted to death when
they infrequently became visible, but
most were not, and the cryptids began
slaughtering members of the military
and government officials en masse.
In less than a year, every human on
the planet was eradicated, and the
millions of cryptids claimed earth as
their new territory, their new domain.

Bob Boyd

his wife’s werewolf delusions

his ex wife always said she saw werewolves.
he often suggested she seek counseling.
she said she was a sensitive and didn’t need it.
eventually he had to break up with her.
he became tired of her werewolf delusions.
she couldn’t let him go, made a scene.
when she left, she said she werewolf cursed him.
he knew then she had mental health problems.
but a rising full moon revealed the truth
when a howling werewolf stalked him,
broke into his home and tore him to pieces.

Bob Boyd

Fun and Games or an Old Man’s Lament

I can remember in my youth kidding around with a woman
when after a while the fun and games would become serious,
while playing the games I began falling in love.

Now old and nearly fossilized, all I have are my memories
of the fun and the games and wish I could play them again
before I’m in the ground unable to have any more fun.
Or play any more games with women and love.

Bob Boyd

An Unhinged Ex Named Duffy

She went by the name of Duffy.
She charmed me with her captivating ways.
Three months later she moved in with me,
and brought her calico cat.
At first Duffy brought me love and bliss.
But with time and complaints about
the toilet seat being left up and other things,
Duffy became controlling and crazy,
smashing fine china dishes, busting toilet seat lids,
kicking the crap out of the LCD TV.
Eventually she became totally unhinged
and left me in a window breaking, furniture wrecking,
car tires puncturing huff.
But at least she left her calico cat, named Muffy
that, not to be catty, but I loved that cat more than her,
except for the fact that her name rhymed with Duffy.

Bob Boyd

Can the Dead See the Living?

Generally I don’t think the dead can see the living.
Some would say of course they cannot.
After all, they are dead and the dead stay dead.
What the living were, they are no more.
The people they were, their bodies, their brains,
buried or incinerated into piles of burnt ashes.
Some are in landlocked waters or open seas .
Yet there are those who hear from the dead,
the ADCs, after death communications.
I believe many of these are genuine contacts.
I believe in these beyond life communications,
the dead for moments can see and contact us.
Perhaps as a final farewell, an I’m okay,
before they are withdrawn into the localities of
the invisible, the unknowable beyond.

Bob Boyd

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