Category: Poems

Sometimes I feel a little lonely and think
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have one last love in my life,
Maybe the one I’d waited a lifetime for, the ultimate real thing.
Then I think but at your age and at the old age she’d probably be,
One of you is going to die on the other. You don’t want that either way,
And it’s going to go the way of the world: Nothing lasts forever.

Imagine waking up and finding the woman who was the love of your life
Dead in bed beside you? Do you want to chance going through that,
The shock, the pain, the misery, the loss, the never ending grieving?
And you know you wouldn’t want anyone else after her.
And what if you died first leaving her all alone, one instead of two,
Heartbroken endlessly, maybe never getting over the loss of you.

But then I remember all the NDEs and Deathbed Visions and more
I’ve read and heard over the years, and doctors reporting theirs.
And I recall how in deathbed visions a dying spouse often sees
The deceased spouse in white light to guide the dying spouse into the afterlife,
As if true love triumphs, finds a way, the fairy tale forever and ever.

Then I think about all the amazing NDEs, road maps into the afterlife,
The unconditional love that no one wants to return to this life from.
NDEers saying the other side is more real, this life only dreamlike.
And I think to myself if she died before me, I could accept it,
Knowing she’d have gone on to the higher, better life.
And I’d believe when upon my death bed, she’d be there waiting for me.

But I’m a repressed romantic, and these are just silly things
I sometimes dream about.

Bob Boyd

Sparrows, do you ever seek the truth,
Or like many preoccupied humans
Do you just seek food, mate and eat?
Do you ever wonder what it’s all about,
This uncertain, fleeting life?
Or are you born enlightened,
Not needing to question existence,
Not concerned with the transience,
Having built-in Buddha Minds
And free tickets to Nirvana?

Bob Boyd

I don’t believe in a Satan
But I see a satanic evil
In all those witch hunts
Of those shameful days
The tortures, the burnings
Evil’s unholy biddings
Church collusion
Mothers daughters
Sisters wives
Begging crying
Sobbing pleading
Cast into the fires
Tender women
Brutally treated
Murdered
By deceived
Heartless
Cruel men
Acting like
Hell’s demons
Wickedness
Worthy of
A devil’s praise

Bob Boyd

On her dating app she required a man
making 500k per year.
Anything less was nonnegotiable.
He read her bio, felt her displayed goods were
way overpriced.
He shopped for other women at discounted
prices.
He found one at 200k, still more than he
wanted to pay or could afford,
even on a monthly payment plan.
Despite her boasts about
all her educational credentials,
he didn’t find anything in her inflated bio
worth the exorbitant expenditure.
He shopped through the other selections
and found some without price tags on
their love.
He chose a kind and beautiful free spirit,
who cared more about a man’s heart
than his bank account.
They met, dated, kissed
and fell in non-commercial love.

Bob Boyd

Today my laundry clothes spinner
konked out on me

instead of a death rattle it its throat
it went out with a rattling

grinding metallic parts
in last gasp death throes

what the hell! I’d only had it a paltry year
was it a victim of planned obsolescence

or did I get ripped off with a lousy product
poorly manufactured, doomed to an early death?

Bob Boyd

Lovely treasures from
or originally from
the East

exotic, ladylike,
well mannered
often petite
sweet but not docile
a mistake
sometimes made
about them

a refreshing flavor
of the feminine
elegant and regal
at least to me

I don’t obsess over them
as some men do
like an Asian flu

I just appreciate
their uniqueness
and see them mostly
as high quality women

and one of the many treasures
the East has given
to the world.

Bob Boyd

September 5th, 2025
on a YouTube Short video
a once pretty, young woman
out of it and bent over
screaming on her knees
in shoeless, stocking feet
banging one of her shoes
against the sidewalk
under a Great Wall sign
of a Chinese food restaurant
she gets up totally screwed up
bangs her shoe against a wall
still screaming like a maniac
she walks into traffic oblivious
to car horns beeping frantically
she almost gets run over
still screaming, she vanishes
out of view and goes nowhere
God have mercy on that
young woman’s tormented soul
and save her from the demons
of the drugs she has ingested.

Bob Boyd

Jenna lives on the streets of Kensington Avenue
somebody’s daughter, once with a future
now she’s like a mindless zombie
and bent over swaying back and forth
her life fucked up from Fentynal
there seems to be no help for her
the politicians don’t seem to give a shit
about what has happened to her
she’s not one of their daughters
she doesn’t matter, an acceptable casualty
one of their many inconvenient eyesores
who like so many other lost souls
will probably die on the streets of Kensington.

Bob Boyd

Tried a pranayama technique
I used to do decades ago
alternate nostril breathing
after nine rounds of it
I got totally blitzed
don’t know if I can keep
up this breathing practice
might make me too spacey
don’t want to be like those
God intoxicants in India
too spaced out to function
needing others for care
even the brief pranayama
boosted my k energy
six feet above my head
might get way too intense
or complete the k energy
finally after 50 plus years
boosting the k energy
fully up the sushumna
into the eternal Oneness.

Bob Boyd

Always liked the female name Alexis
it seemed wondrous and enchanting
and the most beautiful female name
I ever heard in my entire life
I knew a woman named Alexis once
though I didn’t know her very well
she was heartbreakingly beautiful
and seemed as wondrous and
enchanting as her Alexis name.

Bob Boyd

More and more reports of aliens in the air
and under the sea entering and exiting it

exiting without any signs of water on the craft
increasingly strange lights under the sea

some think the preparation of an invasion
if so, would it be peaceful or hostile?

no guarantees the aliens would be friendlies
if hostiles one would think an attack by now

I don’t know quite what to make of it
except I think much of it is true.

Bob Boyd

Supposedly the dead
can show the living
signs that they are well
that everything is okay
once after I learned a
friend had died years
after he passed away
I wrote a poem to him
a week later I saw him
happy in a lucent dream
maybe you’ve had dreams
of the dead you knew too,
many are those who do.

Bob Boyd

She’s had too many bad breaks
for one human to endure

her mother and father died
when she was four

brought up in foster care homes
some harmed her physically

some harmed her mentally
devaluing and demeaning her

in another foster family in it for the money
a family member almost killed her

a gunshot in her young body at twelve
on life supports nearly died

she miraculously recovered
but more scars on her psyche

when finally freed from the system
a homeless, drug addict at 18

eventually became clean
and helped others do the same

despite the many disadvantages
that sadly shaped her life

she’s risen above the disadvantages
and doing the best she can.

Bob Boyd

As you surely know
mediums claim they
can contact
the spirits of the dead

it seems implausible
to me

but when you listen
to some of them
definitely
sound convincing

sure, it’s probably
a clever con
with tricks and
cold readings

but there are people
who I believe have
experienced genuine
after death
communications

considering that,
and rethinking this
ethereal matter
maybe some people
really can contact
the spirits
of the dead.

Bob Boyd

When a teenager
he had his demons
trouble in high school
a chronically troubled kid
always acting up
misbehaving his MO
always skipped classes
often kicked out of high school

a pariah in that academic setting
respected playing pool in a pool hall
with troubled friends, some delinquents
the camaraderie of working class rebels

never got in trouble with the law
didn’t want to be a caged pariah
hard knocks aplenty and aplenty
began to straighten him out
after an insubordination stint
30 days military correctional custody
days and nights of deep introspection
in faraway Zweibrucken, Germany

began to turn his turbulent life around
the better man gradually emerging
he walked upon firmer ground
eventually became liberated
the newer, better him – finally born.

Bob Boyd