Category: Poems

she was born unable to see or hear
and had various health problems.
died at age six painfully.
why had this innocent child had to
endure such a horrible fate
when others have comparably
normal, full lives?
perhaps the fates are crueler
to some and kinder to others.
maybe a God has nothing to do
with these human conditions
and it’s all just random events
whether one is lucky or unlucky
in this transient life.

bob boyd

her beauty was beyond compare
unlike any ever seen before
perfection in the female form
yet like a rose’s thorns
she has thorns within
used men like throwaway toys
drained them of their money
left them for men with more
shot one in a drunken rage
now she’s a caged beauty
withering away in prison

bob boyd

some people follow sports teams
it’s a big part of their lives
i’m not one of them
following sports teams has
never had any appeal to me
in a way i wish i could be
a sports fan
it provides a lot of excitement
in one’s life
and there’s always a game
to look forward to watching
with all the suspense and thrills
a harmless and fun addition
to one’s earthly life
perhaps therapeutic too
and something else to do
in a world where boredom
often lurks in a person’s life

bob boyd

in olden times when people were superstitious
they felt the forests were filled with spirits
some benevolent and some malevolent
now most people don’t believe such things
yet despite modernized beliefs
some of the forests hold dangers
as evidenced by the missing 411s
in national park forests where
people disappear and are never found

bob boyd

i remember seeing chimps in movies
always gentle and near human
tamed and fun all the time
in the movies they were in
it was all fun entertainment
until one ripped a woman’s face off
in the month of February 2009
i feel wild animals should
stay in the wild and
never be kept as pets

bob boyd

birds chatter in trees
insects chatter beneath my feet
most I cannot hear
I wonder if any fish besides whales
chatter in the sea
if so
I wonder what they talk about
and if they make small talk
or discuss more profound things
maybe some are telepathic
and read each other’s minds
like dead people are alleged to do
in the infinity beyond this world
and its seas

i’m not sure why
but i have reached
a state of equanimity
or maybe indifference
where i no longer care
if i were to die into
nothingness

if my like ended and
there was no afterlife
if what was me was
obliterated into
me no more forever
with every vestige
of what i had been
erased
i just don’t care

this is not just
false bravado
this is real
i just don’t care

based on the many
ndes i’ve read and
listened to

i believe the afterlife
is glorious
compared to earth life

but if all those wondrous
nde reports were illusionary
and one just died and that
was it and nothing more
i’m good with that

and quite frankly
if reincarnation is real
if we are all fated
to keep reincarnating
i would rather die
into nothingness than
to ever return to earth
again

bob boyd

i think a lot of characteristics in a person’s
behavior and personality are predetermined
like psychopaths
who
i learned yesterday cannot be changed
who
did not wake up one day and decide to be
that way
you might be wondering what this has
to do
with a woman who was uncommonly nice
she was a woman who always woke up
happy
this was not a choice
it was i believe predetermined in her
and unlike most people i have met
few seemed to have the characteristic
i saw her as a lucky anomaly and i
never understood how anyone could
ever wake up happy
just like i never understood whey some
people are fated to be born
psychopathic
and along with waking up happy
she was also uncommonly nice

bob boyd

some butterflies live up to ten weeks
but most die after only a few
i imagine to a butterfly a few weeks
or ten weeks could seem as long as
70 or 100 years to a human
that is if a butterfly is capable of
having any idea of its time on earth
but in regard to a butterfly’s lifespan
many don’t make it to the 3 to 10 weeks
butterflies have scores of predators
who hunt and devour them
that aside i wonder where butterflies
go when they die
i hope they don’t just die into
nothingness
imagine if there really is a heaven
and butterflies dance their
in celestial skies

bob boyd

Sad how beauty is so transient,
like lilies in nature ever fading.

Beauty blooms for only a blink
in the timeless span of eternity.

Sad how it is like a mere illusion,
that soon vanishes forever.

Bob Boyd

i never pine over a love that didn’t last
i don’t hold on to broken romances
just like one doesn’t hold onto broken things
but sometimes i wonder whatever happened
to my first serious girlfriend even though
she left me for for a more monied other
i wonder if she is still on the planet
or passed away some time ago
i suspect she probably had a good life
maybe married a doctor since she
planned on becoming a nurse
i hope she had a decent life without
any horrors that happen to so many

bob boyd

the leaves that bud
crinkle and fall
not unlike humans
who also crinkle
and fall

but unlike leaves
we also stiffen and
have a longer season
to live

and maybe like leaves
that are reborn
perhaps we are too

bob boyd

leafy gods and goddesses
that die and are reborn
with the seasons
I can see how past
pagans and maybe
present pagans could
believe in such deities
who like the plants and
the crops die and are
reborn in the spring
I’m not a pagan but
I can see the appeal
and like the imagery

bob boyd

Beyond self consciousness 
Higher consciousness
Beyond transitory world 
Ecstasy and serenity 
Beyond conception
Hail Transcendence! 
Doorway to Eternity.

Bob Boyd

confused by conflicting thoughts 
and fears, her mind iffy stood him up, 
didn’t answer his calls

rejected nice guy perfect man for her 
countless things in common

two months later her mind and 
emotions unconflicted, fears gone 
realized she made a mistake, 
lost a good, kind man
called him to apologize and 
accept a date with him.

too late, chances gone, good guy lost
he found the right unconfused 
woman and had no time for her 
after her rejections 
and confused nonsense. 
It seems I’ve heard this story before.

Bob Boyd