Category: Poems

I like the look of old stone churches
in England

standing strong for hundreds of years
splendid works of architecture

though ancient, to me they
look as good as new

better than the modern churches
made of wood

inside the stately wooden pews
and minster’s pulpit grace the interior

sadly many of these stone churches
have been abandoned

some of them are alleged to
have become haunted

some have been turned into
nightclubs

the worship, the prayers, the God
in them dead.

Bob Boyd

Dogman sightings
keep increasing
like a Dogman fever
a cryptid epidemic
but I have a hard time
believing in a beast
with a face like a dog
and a body like
a big muscled man
of course maybe the
saying nothing is
impossible applies
and dogmen sightings
are really increasing
especially in Michigan
and all over the U S of A
and there’s even a
website about them
Dogman Encounters.

Bob Boyd

Sea Monkeys
advertised on the
backs of comic books
long ago, they looked like
unique, exotic pets
little humanoid animals
that could even do tricks
maybe even be tamed
what a surprise,
a disappointment
to some, perhaps many,
when sea monkeys
looked nothing
like the pictures
in the comic books
and were only
brine shrimp.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes on my portable radio
I hear a children’s Christian program
Adventures in Odyssey
occasionally I’ve listened to it
despite being an old adult
it takes me back to days of innocence
when life was less complicated
when responsibilities were few
when I made less mistakes
and lived a far purer life
than in my misspent younger years
sixteen to twenty seven
and I find myself feeling a little
closer to maybe an idyllic heaven
despite listening to a radio program
designed for Christian children.

Bob Boyd

I spy two vultures gliding overhead in the sky
I wonder what is dead, what has died

I glance at the vultures again
gliding effortlessly, beautifully

like avian royalty gracing the blue sky
like princes among birds, regal and sublime

yes, they have a bad reputation as scavengers
flesh eaters of the dead

but today, here and now, in the sky above
gliding so gracefully

they look absolutely beautiful to me.

Bob Boyd

Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva

foregoing

your nirvana

your final release
from this world of

sickness
old age
and death

till every sentient being
is off the wheel

of revolving rebirths

guiding souls

for thousands
maybe millions

of years

embodying

a higher selfless love

a greatest sacrifice

for others

Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva

Bob Boyd

A young woman on a train
stabbed to death
a woman asleep in a subway
station, set on fire, burned to death
a high school teacher
murdered in her home
a couple sitting in a movie theater,
gunned to death
random murders by strangers
nowhere is completely safe.

Bob Boyd

I once read a post from a magazine article
that claimed hot Asian women were a given
but Asian men were unattractive

utter nonsense

just as many Asian women are undeniably attractive
so are many Asian men

imagine an Asian guy reading that insulting bunk

being a male, I naturally favor the women
and agree with the assessment of many Asian ones

but I dislike unkind people dumping on the looks
of Asian men — or men and women of any race

I once heard the same about people in the UK
attractive, unappealing, said an American woman

I felt she needed a new prescription for her contacts
there are plenty of fine looking people in the UK

but all this talk about looks is so superficial
more important is the heart, the essence, than fleeting looks

this reminds me of how when younger I often met
women who were unattractive to me

until I got to know them, and they
became beautiful like lovely, unfolding flowers.

Bob Boyd

Breathlessly, gleefully Marcy told her friend Nancy
she met her soulmate using an old Ouija Board

her soulmate told Marcy that though she was bodied and he was
disembodied, one day they’d be together forever

and handsome as hell, he began meeting
Marcy in dreams

amazed, encouraged, Nancy borrowed the Ouija board
thinking easier than a dating app

surprisingly, miraculously, Nancy met her soulmate
with the Ouija board too

13 mornings later, the ladies, 25 and 26 years old
never woke up on that tear-stained dark day

a catfish demon went into laughing hysterics
delighted with his bountiful catch

now Marcy and Nancy sleep with the dead
the Ouija board enticing others

in the dark and dusty thrift shop where
Marcy first saw it.

Bob Boyd

to want to know
really know
firsthand

about the mysteries
the wonders
of the
Great Beyond

thus I welcome
Death

the usher
who will lead me
into the theater
of the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

I found two old friends in the online obits
left this world before me
wondering where they are now

wonder what it’s like there
are they in a cushy afterlife
or embarking on a blast off
into another earthly life?

are their transitions permanent
or just temporary?

some people claim they know
the answers to this
heaven or hell

I don’t think it’s that simple
I think it’s far more complex

and probably unknowable
for any one in human form
who hasn’t been there yet.

Bob Boyd

You might disagree with me on this

and you have the right to be wrong

just kidding

no definitive way to prove if I’m right
or if your wrong

or if were both right
or both wrong

besides this is all conjecture

I believe the gods of yore
from all over the world

were like conduits to
the Divine

I believe the Absolute
would honor those conduits

to It

I don’t think any of the devout
were wasting their time

in their pursuits of these gods
their worship of what
I see as
essentially
expressions of the One

and speaking of gods and such
consider Gneesha
the Remover of Obstacles

who couldn’t use a
Remover of Obstacles
in their life?

Bob Boyd

In a dream last night
I’m lying in bed
holding a woman
but when I held her
her body felt more
wonderful to hold
than any other
woman’s body
I was ever blessed
to have held

we cuddled
we kissed
I fell hopelessly
in love

I had a vague
feeling she might
have been an ex wife
long deceased

that I left because
she was always
out
I was always
alone
her the extrovert
me the introvert

and I’m not one
to go back with
someone that a
romance didn’t
work out with

I awoke in the
sobering morning
light, sort of
relieved that I
hadn’t falling
in love with her
but wondering
if I had been with
her ghost or spirit

whatever the case
at least it was a
pleasant experience
as opposed to an
avenging ex’s spirit
harassing me.

Bob Boyd

Her face, angelic
a blessing to see
her voice melodious
captivates your heart
a single look from her
imbues you with joy
her touch ecstatic
delightfully addictive
her lovely presence
brings such happiness
need her precious love
forever, parting never
can’t imagine being
without her ever
want her love forever
the blissful effects
of the right woman.

Bob Boyd

Since we never met in this life

our love unrequited
our hearts ununited
our souls separated

will we meet in the afterlife?

our love consummated
our hearts united
our souls entwined

soulmates forever.

Bob Boyd