Bob Boyd's Free Verse Poems

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

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