Category: Poems

One night after she turned out her bedroom lights and went to bed
A shadowy nonhuman hulk appeared at the door of her bedroom.
It had no tangible flesh and bone substance.
A dark malevolent form, no legs, no arms, no head, no face,
It silently summoned her attention; she could not resist its bidding.
It paralyzed her body, her will too weakened to move or flee.
A glowing white cross manifested upon her bedroom wall.
A voice inside her said repeat the Lord’s prayer over and over out loud.
The shadowy, nonhuman hulk drew nearer, more menacingly.
Terrified, she kept repeating Our Father …. Our Father …. Our Father ….
The horrifying dark form gradually dissolved into nothingness;
The glowing cross turned in upon itself and melted away.
She telepathically heard the assurance she was safe always;
Never more to be tormented by that monstrous, intangible hulk.
All her previous cares evaporated in that miraculous moment;
Whereupon her life became more carefree, more liberated.
And her name is Linda Moulton Howe.

Bob Boyd

he sits at his computer writing this
poem spiritual energy streaming into his head

he hasn’t needed to meditate in decades
the energy always streams upward in him
as if his existence is a continuous meditation

his spiritual work now is comprised of
briefly praying for all the people in this
world who are suffering and all those

who are brutally taken out of this world
and all those who die so young that
they never got a chance to live full lives

then he asks Christ to do whatever is best
when this energy that has flowed up in him
since age twenty seven when it awakened

in the great white light and a feeling he was
entering cosmic consciousness

before he pulled out of the meditation frightened
and astonished by unexpected higher consciousness experience

he ends the brief prayer with the Lord’s prayer
because he believes that prayer has protective power

and today he will post a poem on this blog that
will explain why

bob boyd

he remembers how she’d drive to his apartment
every day after she finished her work

as a social worker helping the elderly

how wonderful it was to look out of his apartment
window and see her there in her car

how wonderful she looked with her pretty brown eyes
and lovely curly black hair

he remembers how she thought he had a fixation
on blondes

he smiles inwardly remember how she had a fixation
on believing that

he remembers how compassionate she was
the most compassionate woman he ever knew

he recalls how though was quite proper and
always modestly dressed

she surprised him in ways he hadn’t imagined
which amazed and delighted him

he liked her honeysuckle southern accent
she liked mimicking his bostonian accent

that he kidded her about saying he spoke
the queen’s english

for a brief moment he languished over her
leaving him unexpectedly when she said a

lot of things were wrong with her body
and she didn’t want to burden him

despite his wanting to be there for
her no matter what

and leaving cards and flowers on her
apartment doorstep for about a week

she stuck to her resolve and what had been
a wonderful love was forever over

but now that should have been is barely a
memory after over two decades ago

his heart healed long ago and he doesn’t
pine over the loss of her

though she was the best match for him in
his entire life

bob boyd

Maid servant
in 1589
in Scotland
under the
rule of
King James VI

Compassionate good
woman helped
others who
were sick
or troubled

Falsely accused
of witchcraft
Arrested in
1589

Tortured by
her employer
deputy bailiff
David Seton

Crushed her
fingers with
thumbscrews

Twisted and
tightened ropes
around her
head

Stripped her
clothes off

Shaved the
hair from
her body

Subjected her
to indecent
searches while
naked

Claimed he
found the
Devil’s mark
on Geillis’s
throat

Imprisoned and
isolated her

Deprived her
of sleep

After Relentless
torture and
sleep deprivation

she could
no longer
endure

she confessed
to being
a witch
to stop
the torture
and pain

and was
forced to
accuse others
as being
witches

knowing she
would be
put to
death

her only
release from
the tortures
and torments

Unjustly Executed
December 11, 1591

A good
and innocent
woman put
to death

Another infamy
during the
reign of
King James VI,
the ruler
who believed
evil witches
were real
and after
him

Hundreds
of innocent
women tortured
and put
to death
in his
times

I hope
they are
in a
heaven now
compensated and
exonerated in
the afterlife

Bob Boyd

They we were on the Jerry Springer Show.
His girlfriend made a laughing stock spectacle out of him under the glaring lights and hundreds of thousands of viewers.

Surprised, embarrassed, and angry he swore they were through.
She laughed and said he always says that. And he’ll come back to me.

In front of hundreds of thousands of viewers eagerly awaiting his response sitting in their homes eating snacks and watching that insane show, he vowed that this time he meant it.

Unfazed by his vow, his girlfriend laughed again, as if his vow were a joke.

She said he always says that; he’s not going anywhere.

He smirked and said yeah sure, you’ll see, just don’t wait up for me, but it sounded like false bravado.

Despite that televised relationship show drama and the boyfriend’s vow to leave his girlfriend, I believe she was right. And the way she was so confident cracked me up.
And I got the feeling she was a lot of fun and more than worth staying with.

Bob Boyd

I was standing on a corner on Broadway in NYC munching on a hot dog with all the trimmings that I just bought from a hot dog vendor.

I saw three werewolves dressed like Shaivite Sadhus.

I had to take a second look to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.
I looked again and felt like I was tripping out on a psychedelic drug

But the werewolves were real, and they were dressed like Shaivite Hindu sadhus and even had the Shiva tridents and the requisite dread locks.

But what I found more bizarre was how those sadhu werewolves maintained their werewolfery in the light of day without being supercharged by a full moon.

I could only surmise their god of choice, Lord Shiva, must have used some divine hoodoo and granted them permanent werewolf devotee status.

Whatever the case, you don’t see werewolf sadhus everyday.
But, on second thought, many are the strange sights in big cities.

Bob Boyd

He sneaks into my apartment somehow
every now and then,
even in the winter with the windows closed
and winterized, he still occasionally gets in.

He’s kind of like the magician Houdini, who could break
out of almost anything, but instead of
being an escape artist, he’s a break in artist.

He’s a weird looking critter to say the least.
He’ll never win a bug beauty contest for sure.

And he’s sitting here looking at me now probably
thinking of me as some weird looking god
that’s probably a false god compared to the
stink bug gods he worships.

I could end his life in a flash, but he’s a gentle
soul who never bites or causes me any trouble.
He’s just sitting on my computer now and he’s got a dreamy look
on his face, probably thinking about his latest stink bug girlfriend,
been there with human women, know the feeling.

Were he a mosquito, I’d be bitten, and that bug would be
taken out in a bug crushing millisecond.

Unlike the stink bug with whom I’m smitten because of his odd look
and gentle nature.

I’m sure he’s not gentle with smaller prey, but it is not his fault
he’s created to kill to eat.

We may not all do the killing, but we eat smaller things too;
it’s nature’s way.

Even the vegans are accessories to things killed for their sustenance,
like all those innocent vegetables that silently scream when
cruelly uprooted from the earthly homes and savagely consumed.

Poor stink bug saddled with a name that stinks. If only when
he was named he could have had a say and chosen a cooler
name, like Most Awesome Bug.

Bob Boyd

As innocent as a fresh born babe
and with a deformed face,
my left eye lower than my right,
accused of being a witch,
I denied the claims of witchcraft
at the August 1612 Witches Trial
in Lancaster County, England.
Wrongfully convicted, sentenced to death,
I couldn’t believe I’d come to this.
Shocked by the thought of my life ending so soon,
I passed out before being dragged to my cell.
Days later, I stood below a hanging noose
tied to a thick branch of a tree,
my heart trembling,
tears falling from my downcast eyes.
About to be hung to death,
through my tears I spied my
nine-year-old daughter, Elizabeth Device,
whose false testimony brought me here,
watching from afar in a field.
And I screamed, “God save me!”
before I left this unjust world.

Bob Boyd

The numbers are
increasing of people claiming
to be Bigfoot Experiencers.

It may be easy to blow
them off as charlatans.

But the more of them
you see and listen to,
you learn some are
highly educated and
seem credible.

And it makes me wonder
if they are all liars and
frauds or if some are
legit.

Along with that, I’ve
seen there are more
people who allege to have
seen this elusive cryptid.

His existence always
seemed laughable to
me.

Though I found him
fascinating as a fictional
character just as I find
fictional werewolves
fascinating.

Now I have to wonder
if there is something to
all these alleged sightings
and self proclaimed
Bigfoot Experiencers.

And if it were real and
safe, I can imagine how
amazing it would to to
not only experience
Bigfoot but to have
indisputable proof that
he is real.

I wouldn’t mind a high
like that in my aging,
less exciting life.

Bob Boyd

Alexis, a high white witch
was hiking with a friend
named Swen in Yosemite
National Park.

A mile into the hike, Swen
screamed as he was sucked
into an invisible, ravenous vortex.

Alexis, having knowledge of
these invisible, predatory vortexes and
having dealt with them before

could see them with her powerful
psychic sight.

She saw Swen trapped in
the Vortex’s spiraling fields of
magnetic energy about to
be devoured.

She pointed her index finger,
that had a magical, obsidian ring
on it, at the mouth of
the vortex.

She shouted SHAREEM, SHAREEM,
SHAREEM, and a sound like thunder
boomed in the air,

as a laser-like, green light
shot out of the ring into the
vortex.

Swen was spit out of the mouth
of the vortex when the green light
struck the vortex like a deadly lightning bolt.

The vortex became enflamed with green fire
that was burning it to death until in a
puff of green smoke the portal was
incinerated out of existence.

After the green light ended the vortex,
it flashed three times and zipped back
into Alexis’s obsidian ring.

And Alexis and Swen continued their hike
on what was otherwise a serene summer day.

Bob Boyd

I don’t know why, but I like the look of human wolf hybrids.
And I’d like to see three of them, like in the song Werewolves of London, strolling with capes, canes and top hats in the bustling streets of London.

That to me would be the coolest sight if you knew they were not harmful and, actually, had charismatic charms and engaging personalities.

But, woe upon woes, the closest I’ve heard of human wolf hybrids, are the dogman sightings in 38 of the 50 states, and they are reported to be threatening and far from charming.

And I cannot stretch my imagination far enough to believe in them.

So I’m sticking with wishing fictional, cool werewolves were real.

And for me a better choice than believing in the lesser dogmen, alleged to be real and howling all over the U S of A.

Bob Boyd

i used to believe in reincarnation

but now i am not so sure

i think my fanciful thinking began in my early twenties when i for unclear reasons

thought i had been a cave dweller and an english lord in former lives

then after a profound meditation initiation i felt i had come home and been a hindu monk in a former life

that fanciful idea may have been closer to reality than the others
because i took to hindu meditation practices and philosophies with tremendous zeal

and had experiences that seemed to bear that belief out

but now i have my doubts about reincarnation being real contrary to claims of people who say they know they lived former lives

and they might be right

but i have no desire to return to this life

i could return into a horrible world on the cusp of a nuclear holocaust or some other horrific happening

and i once read that when you died you had a choice to advance
spiritually in the afterlife or return to the school for souls on earth

i liked the idea of having a choice

but odds are what i read about the choice was nonsense

but getting back to the transmigration of souls

romantic fool that i can be

without hesitation i would come back to this life for a true and lasting love that somehow i knew was destined to be my forever soulmate

and for her love i would willingly be born into a nuclear holocaust just to find her and be with her

bob boyd

First time I heard the saying, the
heart knows what it wants. I liked
it. It sounded mystically romantic
to me.

As if the heart was a separate entity
capable of making romantic choices
superior to the mind’s wants

But, alas, the heart may know what
it wants, but as many relationships
bear out,

what the heart wants may not
always be good for a person’s
peace of mind.

In some cases not good for a
person’s life.

My heart has led me astray a number
of times causing me to not listen to
my mind and make less than ideal
choices.

I recall my heart wanting a beautiful
blonde haired women with a sweet
Southern accent, who lived far away
from me

and leaving a good job and moving
hundreds of miles away to be with her

because my heart wanted true love
more than a job.

And my heart told me I could always
find another job, and true love was
more important, and you don’t get
opportunities for real love as often
as you can find a job.

In the end the blonde haired
Southern beauty stole money out
of my ATM machine and was

writing romantic letters to some
married guy, and my heart had
led me astray.

And what my heart had wanted
kind of made a fool out of me.

Perhaps for you what your heart
wanted worked out, but maybe you
have a smarter heart than I
do.

And, probably, more accurately,
better intuition about matters
concerning the heart.

Bob Boyd

Always liked the song
Love is in The Air
A love so real
So pervasive
So palpable
A love so real
It permeated
The very air
A love so real
So tangible
So radiant
It was in everything
And everywhere
But mostly in
The hearts of you
And your new love

Bob Boyd

A Government official
said he’s seen videos
where UFOs go into
and out of the water,
as if it’s not there.

I’ve heard of this many
times before, but never
from the lips of a
government official.

I’ve also read of UFOs
hovering over nuclear sites.

Some UFOlogists believe
if the nukes are about to be
unleashed, aliens will prevent
the nuclear annihilation of
our human race.

I like the thought of that.
I’d prefer aliens be benevolent
instead of malevolent,
saviors of our world
rather than destroyers of it.

Bob Boyd

never liked it when
in a song or a movie
the singer or the actor
said
i will love you till the day i die

because

i liked
i will love you forever
better

and i believe
romantic love
might be forever

because

in deathbed visions
a spouse
whose spouse
has preceded
her or him in death
sees the deceased
spouse in white light

waiting
loving
welcoming
her or him
into the afterlife

and i believe
that could
be
a validation
of romantic love
forever

and i believe
those that don’t
find that forever
in this life
might find it
in the afterlife

bob boyd

i never thought
when i was
retired i’d even
think about
being
uncontrolled
not controlled
by a boss
by time
by work
by obligations
by deadlines
by presentations
but now
that i am
retired
i revel
in living
free and
uncontrolled
for the
remainder
of my
work free
uncontrolled
liberated life

bob boyd

I love Roses Discount Stores
Like a mini Walmart
Without the ubiquitous
Hordes of shoppers
Hassles of long checkouts
Minus the hassles
Of jammed up parking lots
Though Roses doesn’t have
As many goods as Walmart
It’s got enough for me
What I can’t find there
I can buy online
And shopping there
Is like a pleasure cruise
Compared to what
At Walmart is a
Titanic-like disastrous
Shopping experience for me
And this is an objective
Critique of Roses
Even though they
Gave me a $300 gift
Certificate to write this
Glowing review about them

I’m just kidding about the
$300 gift certificate
Spoofing reviewers on
Amazon who claim they are
Writing objective reviews after
Being given free products
Obvious bribes
By the companies they are
Writing the glowing
Reviews about

Bob Boyd

Populated by advanced humans
Some say
Others say aliens
Whatever they are
If they exist
They live in absolute peace
Which we lack above the earth
A sun inside the hollow earth too
Fruits and vegetables grow
Much larger there than on earth
Men and women grow taller
And they live longer
The inner world extends from
The north pole to the south pole

Heard an extremely intelligent guy
Talking about this on Coast to Coast
He spoke with complete confidence
And unflagging believe in the hollow earth
Despite having never seen it
But he said the earth rings like a bell
After an earthquake
Which to him meant it was hollow
Like a Bell
And to my surprise
He was right about the ringing

It was enjoyable hearing his
Detailed descriptions
Of an inner earth with life and a sun
A captivating tale
A fascinating conspiracy theory
That I just cannot believe

But to put my tin hat on
For a far reaching moment
I have an enduring fascination
With Bigfoot and believe
Given over 75,000 alleged sightings
All those people reporting the sightings
Cannot all be liars or pranksters
But since there seems not to be
Any Bigfoot corpses
Any creditable films
And no concrete proof
I can only speculate if Bigfoot is real
He must be interdimensional
And this is not my exclusive theory
A theory held by many
That I find plausible

Bob Boyd

She becomes beautiful in his eyes
Most beautiful woman on the planet
His heart endlessly captivated
By her womanly ways
By her enchanting charms

Other women no longer exist
No matter how beautiful
No matter how alluring
He cannot see them

He cannot stop thinking
About her
Sweet thoughts of her
Always in his mind
Every minute of every hour
Every day and every night

Wants to be with her
As much as possible
And forever and ever
His heart aches
When away from her
He cannot live without her

She’s everything he
Ever wanted
The joy he feels with her
Must be like heaven

A single look from her
A single touch of her hand
His heart melts
A single kiss
His heart in heaven
All gone now
Lost in time

Young men
Bursting with life
And dreams
Have their romances
Alone old men
Have only
Their memories

Bob Boyd