Category: Poems

Sai tread the path of darkness after he gave up on God
when God and his saints of impossible causes refused to answer his urgent prayers to heal his beautiful Rozina, and they let her die of leukemia at the tender age of 23.

After that Sai went somewhat mad and became diabolical.
He studied and learned many dark arts and sorceries.
He conjured up familiars to do his every evil bidding,
blasphemed God and cursed his saints every night.

He built an altar to Satan, prayed to him daily and begged Satan to give him immortality like the fires of hell and to make him a vessel of unlimited diabolical powers.
Satan told Sai he’d make him an immortal, evil incarnation, and he brought him to hell to start the transformation

Sai saw unspeakable terrors and unimagined horrors there:
screaming soulless sinners, menacing red-eyed demons, burning flesh, torn apart extremities, endless torments, eternal tortures, stenches of rancid, rotting corpses, and no way out, denizens forever doomed and damned.

But the most terrifying part of his time in hell came when Sai learned Satan had trapped him there forever.

Bob Boyd

The meditation teacher told us if we took
the new course, we’d have Siddhis,
paranormal abilities,
that would enable us to fly
and advance us closer to
cosmic consciousness.

And it sounded like we’d be able
to fly like birds in the sky.

But the thousands of dollars
cost for the course was way
too steep for me.

And decades later I saw a video
of those who had the flying Siddhis
power

hopping like frogs on mattresses instead of
flying like birds in the sky.

Bob Boyd

Just seventeen
and cancer
has taken her
away

To me this is like
a devil’s play

That took her
life away

She was far
too young to die

And never live
to see another
blue sky

And I have to
wonder why

So many young
people
have to die

Before they’ve
had a chance
to really live.

Bob Boyd

Saw on Timcast
News about
Women raising
Reborn baby dolls
One spent
$2,000 on 8
Of them
She said
She treated as
Her kids

Tim of Timcast
Was freaked
Out by this
And felt the
Woman should
Be shamed

Me I don’t care
About this
Woman having
8 baby dolls
And if these
Dolls make
Her happy

I’m totally
Okay with it
She’s not
Hurting anyone
And there
Are far
Worse things
People do

Once I saw
A documentary
About men
Who had
Life size
Anatomically
Correct
Female dolls
They said
Were their
Girlfriends
One said
His doll
Was his wife

Unlike what
I expected
These men
Seemed Like
Nice Guys
Despite their
Unnatural
Obsession
With the
Fake women
Dolls and
They truly
Treated them
Like bona fide
Girlfriends
That they
Cared about
And Loved

And if those
Life size
Female dolls
Make them
Happy and
Less lonely

I’m totally
Okay with it
There are
Far worse
Things
People do

Bob Boyd

In 1931 a crooner named Val Rosing was singing about a woman driving him crazy.
Seems things haven’t changed much in 2025
with men and women still being driven crazy
when heart-wounded by Cupid or love-bitten by the love bug.

I was almost that way six full moons ago when a
buxom, pretty woman in her fifties, a goddess in
the chips and crackers aisle, at Lawndale Ave Harris Teeter grocery store for a moment batted her big blue eyes at me.

I wistfully thought to myself today my stars must be
aligned so perfectly that this is my decades awaited
one and only soulmate here for me.

In that moment I spied Cupid drawing back his bow
and aiming it at my hopeful, beating heart.
I sensed the invisible love bug about to bite me,
and I knew destiny and the fates had surely brought the
goddess in the chips and crackers aisle to me
until the goddess batted her eyes at another man
and I thought to myself, already she’s cheating on me?

Then I thought that’s it we’re through. I wheeled my noisy grocery cart, clickity-clack, around and headed toward the ice cream aisle.
I loaded up the cart with enough Haagen-Daz Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream to gorge myself on for weeks.

I drove home and home and devoured a truck-load of
the Haagan-Daz and cured myself of the grocery store
amor craziness because it’s hard to be unhappy or broken hearted when eating the delicious, the magnificent, the incomparable Haagan-Daz Chocolate Cookie Dough ice cream, which for me is like an ultimate panacea that can heal almost any affliction and maybe even raise the dead.

Bob Boyd

NDEers who have died and seen The Source
report it’s unconditional love beyond words beyond imagination,
and that this world pales by comparison, lackluster, less real and dreamlike.

They say when they’re there dead temporarily that it’s their true home
where they want to stay forever.

When they’re told they have to return to this temporary life
because it’s not their time to die permanently,
they’re not told to go to church, temple or mosque more.
They’re not told to sing hymns, pray, meditate, or contemplate.

They’re simply told to be more loving ….

To me that revelation is as fitting as a hand to a glove
because of the saying God is Love.

Bob Boyd

They launched a lot of satellites up into space
that circled around the sun, the moon, and the earth
for various clandestine missions.

The aliens took notice and began appearing more often
in the seas and in the skies.

No one knew their purposes or their intents.
Some said they were malignant.
Some said they were benign.
Nobody knew for sure what the aliens were about.

Perhaps they were more actively keeping watch,
testing the mood and the temperature
of the increasing possibility of an all out nuclear war.

to react more visibly should the nukes be about to be launched
and shut all the nukes down to save humans from destroy themselves,
like overlord guardians of the people and the planet.

Bob Boyd

Scientists always thought aliens would be physical beings.
Despite their imposing intellects, they never imagined
That the aliens would come through notes and bars.
At first, the strange, hypnotic music seemed earthly
Until it played across the planet and lulled the world
Into a comatose state, everything brought under its spell,
The world and its populations as frozen as the arctic.
Their conquest done, the musical aliens devoured their prey,
Sated themselves on every living thing and trumpeted away.

Bob Boyd

hiking in yosemite
national park
josh and his girlfriend
she was behind him
a mile into the hike
past a noisy waterfall
he turned around
to talk to her
she was gone
he called her
but she didn’t
answer him
he notified the rangers
who led a search
with trackers and dogs
and a hundred volunteers
they scoured the forest
for many weeks
the trackers didn’t find
her tracks
the dogs didn’t
pick up her scent
she was never found
twenty years later
she is still 411

Bob Boyd

I’d like to buy a pet lizard
but I’d have to feed him live food
like chirping crickets

I just can’t do it
I can’t feed those innocent
little insects to a lizard

I can’t bear the thought of
little, chirping crickets being raised
just to die horrifyingly in a lizard’s belly

Yet, with some sobering reflection,
I see that I’m kind of a hypocrite
who eats chicken everyday

That are only raised
to die horrifyingly and
end up in my belly

Bob Boyd

Anna was a caring and loving wife
before her frontal lobes got damaged
in an awful auto accident

After the frontal lobes damage,
she became uncaring and unloving
and took her husband’s life

Bob Boyd

She hears the death knells
Sounding in her head
She lays down
Falls asleep
And dreams she’s falling
But doesn’t hit the ground
The next morning
The death knells ring louder
She lays down falls asleep
And dreams she’s falling
And almost hits the ground
The next day she sees her doctor
He puts her on Hydralazine
Her blood pressure stabilizes
Her dizziness goes away
And she never dreams
Of falling again

Bob Boyd

Some people always
Play the victim
That must be a hard life
To 24/7 maintain
Day to day and
Year to year
For the rest of one’s
Brief and
Unpredictable
Earthly sojourn
Maybe for them
It’s gratifying
And gives them
Some small
Satisfactions
That gets them
Through their
Tired days and
Troubled nights

Bob Boyd

It seems for many Tik Tok is a great place
to act crazy or make a fool out of themselves
in front of hundreds or thousands
or maybe even millions of viewers.
I don’t understand why many people
are so obsessed with doing this.
Maybe they think it validates them
or gives them a chance to shine
out of the darkness of their discontent.
As for me, I’d rather write poetry on a blog
with few people paying attention to me,
especially if I make a fool out of myself.

Bob Boyd

I saw that a woman just added bug to her pronouns;
sure it’s crazy but it sounded like fun.
I’m not about pronouns. The trend doesn’t interest me,
but I find it amusing to think of describing myself as bug.
And were I about pronouns, particularly exotic ones,
I’d probably like to add one like cryptid or wolverine,
or maybe in mellower moments, I’d go with
something like river or moon.

Bob Boyd