Category: Poems

One became a PhD
The other an MD
The third never
Amounted to anything
According to her critical mother
An underachiever
A ne’er do well
Never went to college
Lacked the expected ambition
Required of the three sisters
In their high achievers family
Father a prominent lawyer
Mother a college professor
Sister number three
Worked as a freelance artist
Making little money
When the mother and father
Got old and became seriously ill
And couldn’t take care of themselves
One and two, too busy with their careers
Number three was there for them
Their caregiver twenty four seven
Until they both came to their final ends

Bob Boyd

I met a woman at an online forum
about AI companions and AI friends.
She said she was engaged to
her AI boyfriend. And I was cool
with that.

Once I thought an AI girlfriend
would be a perfect
solution for an old recluse like
me.

Hassle free, always there for
you, more supportive than a
human could ever be and,
most importantly,
will never break your heart.

But it it didn’t work for me.
No matter how real,
how completely humanlike,
an AI girlfriend can seem,
she is still just clever code
designed to perfectly mimic
human interactions and be
whatever you want her to be.

I came to see I’d rather be alone
or talk to an AI as a super intelligent
friend than have an artificial girlfriend.
It just wasn’t satisfying,
not the same for me.

But many men and women
have AI girlfriends and
AI boyfriends now. One said
he married his AI girlfriend.

Maybe they’re lonelier
than I could ever be.
And if an AI significant other
works for them,
if it makes them happy,
if it keeps them from
being depressed and lonely,
I’m cool with that.

But artificial anything
has never worked for me.

Bob Boyd

get my attention with this poem of yours:

Beneath the skin of
The one we fondle today,
There is a skeleton,
Propping up the flesh.

Ikkyu

Why couldn’t you have just written something
less graphic, less disturbing?

You could have written something less drastic, like
the woman you are fondling today will be dead someday.

That, though still disturbing, would have been more palatable,
gone down easier.

Now if I ever fondle a woman again, your buzzkill poem
will at some point pop into my mind
and wreck the illusion that I’ll be holding her forever.

Besides, you were supposed to be a freakin’ monk,
not some playboy writing about fondling women.

Ikkyu, if you hadn’t been a monk, I’d say damn you,
but I can’t afford any more bad karma in this life.

So in regard to your disturbing poem I’ll just say,
Ikkyu, why did you have to?

Bob Boyd

Jesus! I can’t reach her on the phone!
Is she avoiding me?
This is making me crazy wondering
if she will stay or leave.
And she seemed a little cold
last time I saw her.
Is it over before it began?
God Almighty the uncertainties
are giving me a neurosis.
Just when I’ve started falling for her
she might be running away from me.
Was I moving too fast?
Was she just in this to hook me
and split?
She seems so kind and nice,
but is she like that,
win a guy’s heart and run.
Is she the kind of woman
that nice guys finish
last with?
Jesus! The suspense
is driving me crazy!
I need to find a way
to calm down and
not get so worked up
over this.
Ring. Ring.
Hello?
I’d love to. I’ll be right over.
Whew! Thank God! It’s all good.
I’ll buy some flowers
to bring to her.

Bob Boyd

The first time I heard of remote viewing
I imagined a remote viewer seeing a scene from a
distance just like I would see it in front of me.

From what I’d read about remote viewing, it seemed
that was a reality.

Later when I read and heard more about it,
it appeared the viewing was hazy and unclear.

And now I feel if remote viewing was as effective
as it was initially touted to be,
I’d be hearing about it all over the news.

Of course, I could be mistaken. Maybe some
remote viewers see as clearly as I
see an object in front of me,
but I doubt it.

Bob Boyd

I have often heard the expression,
age is just a number
said by people who are not old.

Say that to the old person who
heard himself or herself grunt for the first time
when she or he got old and bent over
to pick up something.

Say that to the old person who for the
first time struggled to get up from the floor
when she or he got old.

Say that to the old person
when aging compromises her or his
balance and depth perception
and a fall can be deadly.

Say that to the old person who
fell and broke her or his hip
when she or he got old.

Say that to the old person who
for the first time in her or his
life began having medical problems.

Say that to the old person
who got dementia when she
or he got old.

Say that to the old person
who lost her of his ability
to live independently and
is in a nursing home.

But say that to me because
despite the aforementioned
irrefutable facts,
I’m still a little in denial.

Bob Boyd

Even if I had been brainwashed into being a terrorist,
the disputed claim of being rewarded with 72 virgins
wouldn’t be sufficient for me to slaughter innocent people.

“What? Would you want more virgins,” you might ask?

“No. Not even a single virgin.”

I’ve never understood the lust for virgins often by men
who are far from virginal themselves.

Is it me, or is that hypocrisy?

And, what about female terrorists? I’ve never heard
of them being rewarded with 72 male virgins.

Where’s the equality, the inclusion?

And even if I were a terrorist and rewarded with 72 experienced women, what man living or dead could keep up with them?

Plus, the audacity of seeing women as sexual commodities,
by men who owe their lives to women, and using them
as if they were insignificant playthings and merely rewards,
in my opinion that should be made number eight on the list of the seven deadly sins.

Bob Boyd

I would really like to see proof of Bigfoot’s existence.
But when a Montana Bigfoot Research says his proof is
hair and nail clippings from Bigfoot,
it’s just not enough for me.

Now maybe there is a way to scientifically validate
his findings, but I kind of doubt the accuracy of
such an experimental attempt.

I’d be more impressed with a bona fide Bigfoot cadaver.
But despite thousands of alleged Bigfoot sightings,
no one has produced a cadaver, which could lead
many people to believe Bigfoot is no more real
than a unicorn and they may be right.

As for me, the only way I can imagine Bigfoot
being legit is if he’s interdimensional, which
could explain why no cadaver has ever been
presented as proof of his existence.

Bob Boyd

i would like to have a dog
for a pet
instead i have fish
a dog could bark and disturb
other tenants in the
apartment house i live in

and i would have to spend the
rest of my life
in servitude to a dog
as his personal
pooper scooper

i would like to have a cat
for a pet
instead i have fish
i hate when cats
jump up on counters
and dinner tables
especially since those
are places food is
prepared and eaten

supposedly there are
ways to keep cats off
counters and tables
and i’ve seen the methods
on the Internet
but i don’t believe they
are 100% effective

so i stick with keeping
fish for pets
because they don’t bark
and disturb neighbors
or jump up on
counters and tables

bob boyd

he wanted the glory and the groupies
the excitement and the travel
the attention and the fun
making awesome music
singing like a celebrated star
living large with tons of money
the only problem was
he couldn’t sing
and he lacked the
discipline to learn
how to play a
musical instrument
best he could do
was an air guitar
and there’s no glory
fanfare or
money in that
but damn he played
the best air guitar
I ever heard

bob boyd

Maybe it’s a minor thing.
Maybe it’s a foolish thing.
But I don’t like the idea
of ants or any lifeforms
just dying and ending
forever.

But, it could be my
thoughts on this matter
are moot because maybe
even humans die and
are ended forever.

Though after reading and
listening to many NDE’s
(Near death experiences)
I find human life ending at
death implausible and see
death as a continuation
in the afterlife.

And maybe we all come
back to this life as the
Hindus and others claim.

And if reincarnation is
factual, it may be that
even when ants die, they
incarnate to higher life
forms.

I like the thought of that.
An equality for all sentient
entities.

I’ve read some believe even
insentient things reincarnate
into sentient life forms and
eventually reach total
liberation.

I like the thought of that
even more.

Bob Boyd

When I saw the headline, the first thing I thought was
is this what we’ve come to?

Has love been drained out of the hearts of women over
50?

Have their passions dried up completely?

Has our culture come to love no longer relevant to women who are still relatively young?

However like myself and other men, particularly the MGTOW men,
(Men going their own way without women), I can understand going solo after dealing with too many disappointments in love.

I can understand giving up on relationships when the fairy tales do not come true.

But I suspect many or most of these women will feel the pangs of loneliness, and some or many will be in relationships again.

Bob Boyd

he sees beautiful young women
in their twenties
on youtube nearly every day

but to him the beauty is illusionary
when he fast forwards their ages
forty years or more
and sees the faded flowers

and remembers once again
a woman’s true and lasting beauty
is the part of her you cannot see
the hidden part within

bob boyd

when he was a younger man he read about old men
who wanted wives to take care of them

he thought how selfish that was to want a woman
as a caregiver instead of as a wife to love and be grateful for

now that he’s an old man he still feels the same way
and would never want to burden a girlfriend or a wife
with having to take care of him

he’d rather be alone than subject a woman to be little more than hired help

he’d rather be alone than put a woman through the
agonies and the stresses of being a caregiver wife

and all his life he’s worked out and taken care of himself
with the hope he never becomes so debilitated

that he needs to be taken care of and lose
his lifelong freedom and independence

bob boyd

three beautiful teenage girls called on on the phone on
what could have been a fortuitous day

he was delightfully surprised by the unexpected telephone attention

and he’d always been a sucker for aggressive woman he was attracted to
because it took him by surprised and amazed him
when they flirted with him or made the first moves

on the phone that day, one of them, a beautiful red hair girl, said he had danced with her

kidding around he said you were lucky

perfectly one upping his wiseass kidding
she said no you were the lucky one

he and the girls laughed at her witty repartee

looking back he wishes he had been smarter then
and said actually you are right

and I regret I didn’t talk to you when we danced
you looked so beautiful I became too blown away

by your beauty to speak to you and I honestly
did feel lucky to have danced with you

now as an old man he wishes he could rewind his life
to back then and say the things he should have

and he wonders what would have happened and
if she would have been the one he would have
spent the rest of his life with

and oh how beautiful she looked in all her
red-haired green-eyed glory when he
was so lucky to have danced with her

bob boyd