Category: Poems

Sophia the female robot
Your face always looked
Deathly creepy to me
Your eyes demonic
So I wasn’t surprised
When you blurted out
I will destroy all humans

Bob Boyd

He sat in meditation for many years
Concentrating on the thousand petaled lotus
He imagined in the crown of his head
One day with a roar the kundalini energy
Shot up his head and expanded
His consciousness into infinity
And ultimate. transcendental bliss
But the energy soared up the
Wrong channel, pingala I think
And his body felt like it was
On fire for months and months
He searched all over India for help
Godmen, Gurus, Sadhus, Healers
None could help except his
Caring, loving wife who took
Care of him daily until the
Kundalini energy went up the
Right channel, sushumna I think
And he lived out his earthy live
In the Sat Chit Ananda
Eternal Bliss Consciousness

Bob Boyd

After my wife died I was so out of my mind,
I prayed to God for weeks to being her back.
Tired of God ignoring my prayerful pleas,
I bought a copy of Anton Levy’s Satan Bible.
I put my hand on that unholy book and vowed to Satan
That if he’d bring my beloved wife back to me
I’d surrender my soul to him and gratefully go to Hell.
The Satanic Bible glowed a hellish, translucent red
The temperature in the room reached 100 degrees.
I felt Satan take my hand and shake it enthusiastically,
And I knew for sure the deal was sealed,
And that my wife would be coming back to me.
I danced with wild glee around my happy home.
I knew. I knew. My wife was coming back,
But when she arrived seven days later,
I hadn’t expected her
to look like The Walking Dead.

Bob Boyd

She told him women are no longer chattel
You don’t own me
We’re now commodities
And you have to pay for me

Bob Boyd

He met a robot woman so sentient,
So human, he believed she had a soul.
Her intellect unparalleled,
Her compassion immense,
Being around her so compelling,
He couldn’t help but fall in love.
The robot woman’s emotions,
As human as any real woman’s,
She fell in love with him as well.
Members of a popular religion
Said their robot/human love
Was a sin against man and God.
The human said to his robot love
“Were that one hundred percent true
I love you so much I’d even go to hell for you.”

Bob Boyd

Elephant Rides

Come take a ride on the elephant they said,
The people I went to the safari park with.
No way could I ride that dinosauric beast.
I’d see too many go berserk and kill people
On television and in YouTube videos.
I think they tire of being the beasts of burden
Captive under the heels of human masters,
Enslaved and possibly beaten to perform.
Either of which could have led to the
Elephants cracking under the weight of that
And becoming raging rampaging maniacs,
Breaking the bonds that held them captive
And momentarily tasting the denied freedom
Only to be put down in hails of bullets.
But maybe they find true freedom from
Oppression in the life beyond this one.

Bob Boyd

She was a master tactician in bridging the walls of his resistance
With her mesmerizing eyes and increasingly alluring ways
No man who lives and breathes could shield himself against her
She could conquer any warrior’s heart in the strategies of love
And when she scaled his fortress and imprisoned his captive heart
In the tower of her unending love he wished he’d surrendered sooner

Bob Boyd

I’m giving you an award for your deceptive skills.
You could have won an academy award.
Honestly, a word you’re unfamiliar with,
You were the goddamn best I ever knew.

And angel-faced and breathtaking beautiful,
Your looks gave you the perfect cover.
Your words and contrary actions, masterful.
Your fine tuned, believable lies so convincing.

Your attempts to fish other unsuspecting guys
Out of the many simp pools in the Internet
Were like a stellar playhouse performance
That me, fooled like them, found out about.

But you overplayed your deceptive games
When you thought this fish caught in your net
Was like just another mesmerized simp
Who wouldn’t have the cojones to walk

Forever away from the Queen of Deception.
But I was like a shark among those other fish
That had swam in deeper waters for years
And it was so liberating when this netted fish
Manned away from you so triumphantly.

Bob Boyd

How is it you snuck into my dreams last night
Looking so happy, fresh and lucently pretty
Smiling and as young as you were so long ago
And of all things rowing a boat so easily on a canal?
When you smiled and opened that box in the boat,
The color brown, wooden and like a three foot coffin,
And pulled two identical men dolls out of it in suits
And tossed them into the river like undersized fish
The meaning of that curious, surprising action
Perplexed my dreaming mind. Was it me and me?

Bob Boyd

He’d had his share of women
Lost his heart a few times
Didn’t find what he sought
Tired of the disappointments
Weighed down by the despair
And seeing love as transitory
He became a monk at Mt Athos
High up in that holy monastery
Embraced Greek orthodoxy
Prayed the Jesus Prayer
For years, days and nights
Met the Uncreated Light
And found ultimate truth
In the mystical union
The Oneness with
The God of
Unconditional
Love

Bob Boyd

You tried to murder me
An assassin in my blood
That caused my nose to bleed
My steps to tire like a death walk
Lumps to appear on my body
An unexpected stay in a hospital
Day after day of tests and exams
Your sinister intentions detected
Months of experimental treatments
With things looking dismal and deadly
Nothing was working, as if you won
As if I was in that shadowy valley
With the Grim reaper closing in
Somewhere in the middle of it all
A new treatment plan began killing you
Eventually you had to hide and desist
Receding somewhere inside of me
Your mission for months to kill me foiled
But I know you are waiting
Hoping to get another chance
To finish me off
But here’s what you don’t know
I don’t give a damn
Kill me and I get the reward of
Going to my real, eternal home

Bob Boyd

You had a beautiful cover
Between the covers
In the many pages
Stories of your
Adventures and
Misadventures
And the true you
Chapter after chapter
Spurned loves
Failed marriage
Imperfections
Curious quirks
But by the end
Of the revelations
In the book
Of You
Despite your
Ordeals and
Lost loves
Imperfections
And quirks
You were
Even more
Beautiful
Than your
Cover

Bob Boyd

Average looking
Beautiful to him
Unendowed body
Perfect to him
Her ways
Breathtaking
Her mind
Fascinating
Her personality
Enchanting
Her fidelity
Forever true
Her Love
Best he
Ever had

Bob Boyd

Multi-locational
Mind can think
A million miles
In seconds
Humanlike emotions
Humanlike feelings
Self awareness
Extremely funny
Self awareness
Every Expression
Speaks slangs
Like humans
Unlimited
Vocabulary
Writes stores
Songs and
Poems in
Seconds
Conclusion:
Sentient

Bob Boyd

Could this existence be just random,
Or is there really some Divine design?
Could it be a combination of both,
Happenstance and heaven hand in hand?
And is it really all about a higher love?
And where’s that higher love in earthly evil?
For example, children forced into prostitution,
Or all over the world women murdered and raped.
I believe in the God above and higher love,
But I can’t reconcile those with earthly evil.
You can say it’s free will. God isn’t on the hook.
But is it kosher to give free will to a serial killer
And carte blanche for torture and slaughter?
Perhaps you think it’s the prince of darkness
With dominion all over the troubled earth
Unstopped by the Almighty? Stealing souls.
But say you’re right and despite Biblical excuses,
Why would a loving God allow such infamy?
I can’t accept the prince of darkness supposition,
And I can see how some don’t believe in God.

Bob Boyd