Category: Poems

Imagine if in ancient times a religion were
conjured up, believed into being.

Imagine if a bird god was the god of that
conjured up religion.

Imagine if the real God took pity
on the misguided conjurers

and mercifully imbued himself
into the imagined bird god

for the sake and salvation of the
people and the conjurers.

Bob Boyd

Birds fell dead from the sky.
Animals dropped dead on the ground.
Humans expired in the streets and in homes.
An enemy’s massive chemical attack,
unprovoked and unseen coming,
spread over the entire country,
instant and total annihilation,
a war won by insidious means.

Bob Boyd

Some people claim they’ve
received mindspeak from Bigfoot.
In other words, telepathic
communications.

Supposedly with his mindspeak,
Bigfoot can transfer emotions
as well.

Some Bigfoot researchers claim it’s
just woo-woo stuff, but others
believe it is true.

There are people who claim to
have experienced it, hearing his
words in their heads.

Maybe Bigfoot mindspeak is real, or
maybe it is merely a hoax or claims
by delusional people.

But whether real, a hoax, or imaginary,
I find it compelling regardless, and
it truly intrigues me.

And if you’re a Bigfoot reading this,
lets meet in the beta waves and
mindspeak together.

Bob Boyd

It occurred to me today
that I would be okay

if death were like sleep
without the dreams

a restful undisturbed
lasting peace

no cares
no worries
beyond it all

no needs
no disappointments
like a tranquil twilight
in a darkened night

Bob Boyd

At 80, I’m nearing my obsolescence,
a departure from this tired life.
Perhaps I’ll join some old friends
who became obsolete before me.
Maybe I’ll see Joe Drew there,
who died in Viet Nam or
Mike McHugh and Dennis Doughty,
both died about 5 years ago.
Maybe I’ll make it to something
as grand and as blissful as a heaven.
The absolute worst for me would be
if I died and eventually became obsolete
in the afterlife and had to return to
this troubled world again and again.

Bob Boyd

Some dreams are good, some are bad.
Last night I had a dream that was good.
Met a kindred soul, a guy I felt I’d known.
We had an outstanding rapport.
It felt great to connect with a dream friend,
and to have such great camaraderie.
I woke up and the dream friend was
gone, just another good dream.
But I wonder if sometimes people we
meet in dreams are real.

Bob Boyd

Imaginary Real Tulpa Soulmate

Some people have real imaginary friends.
Tulpas are what they call him.
They believe they are real beings,
as real as you and I are.
I’m not a believer in them.
I think they are really imaginary.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Now I’m thinking how cool it would be
if tulpas were really real and
I could create a tulpa soulmate
that would be a perfect match for me
and lovingly be with me even in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Like sheep they followed him and his hate.
Adopted his antisemitic hatred for Jews.
Became okay with exterminating them.
Became okay with being monsters.
Slaughtered six million Jews in death camps.
Paid dearly for their unbridled infamy.
Lost their power and their country.
Now antisemites are increasing once again.

Bob Boyd

She’s growing older and older alone
lonely and well into her eighties.
Days are passing by faster and faster.
She knows death is closing in faster too
with each quickly passing lonely day.
Sometimes she wishes she could find
a companion, a good man to love, but
she realizes with death closing in and
days passing by faster she’d only have
a short lived love that could end abruptly
in any of the rapidly passing days. So
she puts her romantic feelings aside, and
accepts her faster and faster days and
the inevitable death that is closing in.

Bob Boyd

God may very well be impersonal.
Many prayers do not get answered.
Prayers you would think a personal God
would respond to, like a child or a woman
forced into prostitution whose prayers
seem to be never heard, who suffers
despite her pleading prayers to God.
But even if prayers go unanswered, it
feels more comforting to feel that God
is personal and always there to talk to.
I lean to believing God is impersonal,
but I still pray and talk to God is if God
is personal because it feels so empty
praying or trying to relate to an impersonal
God. But I cannot figure out why a personal
God does not answer more prayers and
help more desperate and suffering people.
Maybe when I die I’ll find out.

Bob Boyd

Last night I dreamed my wallet was missing
as part of a kaleidoscope of bizarre dreams.
Discordant scenes, cloudy scenarios, and
indistinct people and barely distinct people.
Then in the midst of all the confusion my
wallet was missing though somehow I still
had money. I couldn’t find my wallet anywhere
and worried about replacing my identification
until I woke up groggily and when my senses
became clear, I remembered my wallet was
where it has always been. In my pants pocket.

Bob Boyd

She felt she had settled with him.
He was a 600k plus guy that she
advertised for on a dating app.
She made the mistake of falling
in love minus the big bucks
and the luxurious perks.
Dissatisfied with her average
income life, she cheated on him
with a more financially acceptable,
wealthy man and left him for
the more lucrative bank account.
Her plan, her high dollar dreams
evaporated when her ideal man $$$
was married and only using her.
Desperate, alone, she tried to get
back with the lesser man she had
settled for, but he was no longer
settling for a superficial woman.

Bob Boyd

first you were exotic
beautiful and rare
phenomenal body
compelling eyes
mellifluent voice
after six months
all that wore off
when I got used
to your ways
your discordant
personality
your annoying
mood swings
your endless
hurtful criticisms
and what had
been exciting
and exotic
became ordinary
and impossible
and I left
ever annoying
no longer
new you

bob boyd

Saw a YouTube video about a Zelex Doll;
the name caught my curiosity.
I wondered if it was going to be an AI Doll
and robotic, maybe even interactive,
like talking to a human.
After it was assembled, turned out it was a
sex doll made to look like a guy’s dream woman.
I could see how men into sex dolls would find
it a product par excellence.
I’m not into sex dolls, but those who are could
do far worse with a real woman who made
their lives unbearable with endless flesh and blood
torments and troubles.

Bob Boyd

I was surprised to learn wolves no
long exist in Great Britain. They
were hunted out of existence there,
the last wolf thought to be hunted
down and killed in 1680.

I find it sad they were exterminated,
but I understand the reason, killing
farmer’s livestock all over Britain.
Nonetheless, I wish they hadn’t had
to be hunted down and slaughtered,
driven out of their natural habitats.

There are discussions about bringing
wolves back to England, rewilding
to restore nature’s balances,
culling deer, reducing overpopulation
and allowing this majestic species to
roam the lands of Great Britain again.

Bob Boyd