Category: Poems

Car broke down at night on a scary, unlit country road.
Fears rose in him. Goosebumps spread over his skin.
Horror movie terrors starting plaguing his thoughts.
No way was he going to exit his car and face the fears,
Locked all the car doors, laid down to sleep on the seat.
Safer to hide from his increasing fears and imagined frights
Until he sensed something eerie and terribly monstrous.
Peeked out of the windshield, a scream in his throat,
Bigfoot, terrifying, smiled and put his hands on hood.
Engine started, purred. Bigfoot waved and vanished.

Bob Boyd

I come from succession of werewolves
I am of the twelfth generation
But all those generations weakened
The strength of the genetic strain
For the world’s sake and human lives
I’m grateful for the benign outcome

To the people in my country town
I’m a well-liked local pastor of
A respectable Christian church
Though I lead a double life
When the moon becomes full

On those foreboding nights
I’m a horrifying, raging werewolf
Thank God the grisly killing part
Of my cursed beastly inheritance
Has been bred completely out of me
But on full moon nights I still morph
Into that preternatural wolf beast
And run and howl through forests

When a local accidentally sees me
And nearly faints from fright
And tells the people in the town
About the terrifying sight of
The darker, moonlit side of me
I’m downgraded to being called
A mere lesser Dogman and that
Insult enrages me so I almost
Wish I could go on a werewolf
Killing spree to avenge the slight

Bob Boyd

You feel blessed beyond belief to be sitting at a table
with this adorable woman across from you with the
light of her beautiful eyes shining on you.

Few things in this world can compare to that wondrous
moment.

Nothing in this world could compare to the heaven in
her heart melting stare.

And you feel the resistance, the fears of letting go
and falling irreversibly in love with her falling away.

And in that precious moment that feels like the most
important moment in your entire life, you follow
your heart’s persistent urgings, and you tremble and
look into her beautiful eyes and say… “I love you.”

Bob Boyd

In the 190,000 years humans have lived on this planet
it’s estimated about 117 billion of us have inhabited it.
And though I’m the most important person in my life,
and at this point the only one, those 117 billion others
make me feel inconsequential and probably of no more significance than the other species that have populated this planet. You might attach greater importance to humans like I once did, but in the greater scheme of things globally and planetarily, I have to wonder if we really are of any more importance than the insects beneath our feet that live, procreate and die like we do. You could compare the intellects and great achievements of humans compared to, say, single minded ants that lack comparable intellects or any great achievements. But time erases intellects, even towering ones, and most achievements. And with a single mass extinction of the human race all those intellects and achievements would come to no more than an ant building a mound.

Bob Boyd

I hear what sounds like a chorus
of birds singing outside my apartment window.
Do they chirp different languages like humans do?
Or do all birds comprehend all the different bird chirps?
I wish I understood the language of birds.
Imagine if suddenly you were able to.
What a revelation, what a feeling, that would be.

Bob Boyd

As I write this poem, the inner energy is amped up in me, rising well above my head, and I wonder if this is the day it’s finally going to fully awaken and expand my consciousness into the infinite.
Were I to relax into it, my head would bob up and down gently from the power and the force of it.
It is always rising upward and has been since age 27, but surprisingly it has never reached full fruition, i.e. cosmic consciousness.

In a way, it’s like I’m in a perpetual state of meditation, but without the unending states of bliss that I’d have with a higher development.
The only advantage it gave me, far as I can perceive, is losing the desire for drinking alcohol since it awakened; it eliminated what had been too much drinking in my life when it awakened dramatically with the white Light and the feeling of merging with the cosmos that frightened me.

And, I regret now that I pulled out of meditation before it happened. I should have went with it.

The disadvantages were that I had to drop out of college because all the concentration on my studies were like deeper and deeper meditations.
Had I persisted, I’ve no doubt it would have caused a mental breakdown.
I could no longer read all the time like I had prior to the awakening.
Eventually I could no longer meditate, and really didn’t need to.
Meditation caused too much energy to rise up in me and headaches and sleepless nights.

But, despite the downsides, it’s all been worth it, and I believe it saved my life. I had alcoholism on both sides of my family. Grandfathers who were drunks.
I believe that would have been my fate, had this energy not awakened dramatically in me and arose permanently.

The odd thing is I’ve always been like a regular guy with no hints or signs of this spiritual energy always rising in me. Even in the seventies when hippies abounded, I never put on any spiritual airs by dressing and appearing like what I am inside of me.

Now I’m kind of like an old mystic who just looks like an old man. But at least I have a little magic in my waning life.

Bob Boyd

I was living a stone’s throw from Harvard U.
in Cambridge, MA in the midst of various
emerging spiritual groups, mostly out of
India.

Myself and a friend visited a group called
Ananda Marga and met their group leader,
a Harvard student named Ollie.

Blonde hair, thin, decent looks, average
height and and blue eyes that seemed
capable of holding the secrets of the universe.

Ollie’s head perpetually moved smoothly,
from side to side, and you knew he had attained
some kind of advanced spiritual state. It wasn’t
BS. It wasn’t an act. It was like something you’d
see in an advanced sadhu in India.

Ollie was experiencing a perpetual manifestation
of kundalini energy flowing from the base of
his spine to the crown of his head.

I’d never seen anyone before Ollie who
genuinely experienced that outside of
meditation so powerfully. With kundalini
energy, it’s common to experience such
things in meditation and to always feel the
energy rising outside of meditation to varying
degrees – sometimes six feet above your head.

Never having experienced the full fruition of
this energy, but having read Gopi Krishna’s
account of his full blown awakening, I can
say such manifestations are only partial
awakenings.

But I wouldn’t be surprised if Ollie attained
a full awakening and cosmic consciousness
in his lifetime.

Bob Boyd

I regret I watched a YouTube video of famous actresses who are no longer young and appealing.
It saddened me to see all the ones who have lost their looks.
In some cases they were completely unrecognizable.
Some genetically lucky ones age well and still look good in their seventies.
Some have lost their looks at far younger ages.
Some women look great in their seventies and probably even when they are older.
Or they have enough money to keep medically making themselves look great.
Whatever the case, I hate how time and aging steal their beauty.
It’s as if time and aging are cruel heartlessly tearing down a woman’s looks.
I suppose I shouldn’t care about this, but it really disturbs me.
It’s like a sacrilege against female youth and beauty to me, and I’m still bothered by it after having watched that video.
I must make it a point to not watch anything like that again.
It makes me wish I could leave this world sooner because of what it does to women, but since I’m willing to leave, I’ll probably be here a lot longer than I want to be.
My mother lived into her late nineties.
Because I feel like an anomaly for my age in many ways and people are always amazed when I tell them my age and say I look far younger, I regrettably might live as long as she did.
I also write regrettably because I’ve seen many times how living too long can destroy the quality of a person’s life, physically and sometimes mentally, as in a dementia — with rare exceptions.

I have read when people die they are reborn young in the afterlife.
I hope that is true for all the women who have been robbed of their looks by time and aging.

Bob Boyd

Though you’re an older woman
Or should I say mature?
Your ever-new magnetic charms
Have put such a spell on me
That my heart is possessed
My mind is obsessed
With 24/7 love for you.

Not wanting to risk the agony of
A heartbreaking misadventure
Went on a two-week bender
Mindlessly drunk day and night
Hungover with thoughts of you.

To expunge the love from my
Captive, possessed heart
Ingested a cocktail of drugs
Went crazy, nearly died
Called 911 incoherently
Woke up in the ICU
Mumbling and thinking of you.

Bob Boyd

he couldn’t believe his luck when she deigned to
go out with him

he felt his stars must have been perfectly aligned
to have such an incredibly beautiful woman
come into his life

he felt even more blessed a year later when she
accepted his proposal
for about six months he felt like he was in nuptial bliss
beyond what any other mortal ever experienced

but after that boredom set in and arguments increased
and he got so used to her looks that
she was no longer beautiful to him

he felt he no longer had anything in common with her
he wished he’d never gotten involved with her
he dreamed of leaving their dead and toxic marriage

unknown to him she wanted out of the marriage too
and left him before he could leave her

distraught and broken hearted and barely able to go on
now he wants her back and cries over her every night
as the old saying has it
sometimes you don’t know what you have until you lose it

bob boyd

26 and dying of cancer
she’s as nice as could be
and just starting her life.
Where the hell is the
justice in that?

Why in this world does a
horrible deadly thing like
that have to happen to a nice
young woman?

26 and dying of cancer
soon she’ll be 26 and
dead,

which is like a sacrilege,
which is like an affront,
which so unfair and so
wrong that this young
woman will soon be
gone from this world
before she had a shot
at living in it.

Bob Boyd

The very first time I heard the song Gypsy Woman in 1970 I wanted to, like the lyrics read, “hold her near and kiss and forever whisper in her ear” that I loved her.

I imagined an incomparable exotic woman beyond my most hopeful dreams of an ideal woman for me.

I imagined being mesmerized watching her dance while her graceful dance moves enthralled my heart, and when her eyes met mine being instantly totally irrevocably in love with her.

And when the music stopped and she finished dancing, I imagined her smiling at me and walking toward me and my heart beating faster and faster as she approached me looking so enchanting, so incredibly beautiful.

The moment she reached me I imagined we’d embrace, and I’d say I love you, and she’d reply I love you too, as if we’d been in love forever.

And we’d walk away hand in hand into a rekindled, everlasting love.

Yeah, I know. I kinda got carried away when I heard that song, lol.

Bob Boyd

Jack Hylton – I Want To Be Bad (video)

Violet Knights was born in 1894 in Anacortes, Washington as Violet May Neitz, and she began her acting career in 1913.

The Phantom (1931), The Return of Helen Redman (1914) and Trapped in a Forest Fire (1913) are some notable films she was in, and she had supporting roles in about 10 films.

She was married to Fred Mackaye, also an actor, from 1927 to 1947.

She died on June 13th, 1973 at 79 years of age in Newport Beach Orange County, California.

I just saw her in The Phantom playing a small part as a maid. I enjoyed how she played her part, and I liked her stage name, and I appreciate actors who play supporting roles.

Because I often search online to find out about actor’s lives, I looked her up and decided to pay her a small remembrance with this poem.

And I find it a little sad how people who were once alive and known
sooner or later are erased by time when they are dead and gone.

Bob Boyd

Ten thousand I love yous
could never compare to
one I like you from you.

Ten thousand kisses
nothing compared to
even the thought of
one from you.

Ten thousand hugs
meaningless compared to
a single touch from you

Ten thousand good byes
would never be as
painful and
heartbreaking as
a good bye from you.

Bob Boyd

My kinda crazy ex named Daisy had an obsession with guppies, seventy six tanks last I knew.

The guppies multiplied into thousands.

She’d coo over them as if they were babies.

She seemed to love them more than me.

Crazy Daisy had so many tanks in the house I could barely get in and out.

I told her she needed to see a shrink and cut back on her guppy explosion.

She said never happen, the shrink or the guppies.

Exasperated, I said I’ve had it, the guppies or me.

She said good riddance, Bob.

I’ve got my guppies, I don’t need you.

I’ve got to get better at selecting or, more likely, being selected by, the wrong women.

Bob Boyd