A wonderful ride
hollywood stardom
fame fortune glory
all her dreams
more than fulfilled
renowned actress
two husbands
two lovely kids
until she grew
older and her
ride slowed down
and the dreams
were ended
as well as the fame
and Parkinson’s
destroyed her life
erased her past
at age eighty-six
when her ride
screeched to a halt.
Bob Boyd
Wild nights
Crazy days
Wasted youth
Troubled past
Missed opportunities
Unretrievable
Cannot relive
The better life
He could have had
If he’d been
Less troubled
Less rebellious
Better behaved
Hit less times
Less screwed up
Model teenage kid
Bob Boyd
When I was a child
maybe under age ten
grasshoppers were a phenom
the way they could jump
the way some of them
could fly a bit
I cannot remember the
first time I saw one
I kind of wish I could
retrieve that wonder
recapture that amazement
remember that joy
but I’m an old man now
and such memories are gone
amazing childhood moments
I cannot relive.
Bob Boyd
He said he’d
been abducted
by aliens
the reptilian kind
they examined
and probed him
he said he
got the works
but failed to
qualify what
the works meant
he did seem
different
maybe the works
meant an upgrade
of his brain
then he said
one day he’d
join the aliens
on some kind
of shangrala
distant planet
he died soon
after that
a week later
I saw him in
a dream playing
golf, his favorite
pastime, with two
reptilian aliens
in a surreal
and paradisiacal
planet on a
brilliant green
glowing golf
course
maybe it was
just a dream
maybe not.
Bob Boyd
As he keeps reading
the cosmic energy
keeps increasing
in his head
like a basketball of
subtle energy inside
and around it
like those pictures
of halos
in eastern orthodox
icons
but he is not holy
nor is he unholy
he just is
he just is subtle energy
his consciousness
confined temporarily
within a brain
ot neurons
and glial cells
within a flesh
and blood body
with circuits of
blood vessels
circulated
through it
he is patiently
awaiting the day
when the he that
is a small part
of higher Self
can be united
with Self again.
Bob Boyd
he sees a movie with two beautiful starlets of the past
in it
one died in her forties of cancer
the other in her sixties of heart problems
he is sad their beauty and their lives didn’t last
except in their movies
at least they had that
he ponders how when he dies he won’t have
any remnants of his life on earth
he realizes as the years speed by
the tens
the hundreds
the thousands
and more
nobody will have any remnants of who they were
or what they did
it’s as if it’s all illusionary
or just a dream
this passing life
this ever ending
impermanence.
Bob Boyd
No woman in my life
Withdrawn from humankind
Spiritual energy streaming up in me
nonstop permanently
like a Hindu monk charged up with shakti
every day and every night
like a recluse basking in spirituality
waiting for the final release
hoping for the maha samadhi
the world no longer owns me
I yearn for the higher life
the sat chit ananda
the real home of this aging soul
unconditional love, eternal bliss
Bob Boyd
I’ve reached an age and a time of my life
when I see how my life and the world with its
worries and concerns, suffering and evil,
is all impermanent.
Yet, I have to remind myself of that when
I see things in the news that disturb me,
that don’t matter in the greater scheme,
of the passing impermanence.
This remembrance of the impermanence
puts things in perspective for me,
that none of the disturbing things matter
in this transitory existence I am only
a sojourner in.
Bob Boyd
I was a teenager
I thought she was perfection in the female form
I was so smitten with her, I couldn’t see the signs
I couldn’t see how she would eventually cheat on me
I had such tunnel vision that I couldn’t see the inevitable
but it was a good lesson
after the tears dried, I gained great clarity
I became wiser and more adept at seeing the signs,
like looking into a crystal and seeing the future with a woman
like becoming practically bulletproof against assaults on my heart in the years to come
though that too smitten to see the heartache coming was painful
it was one of the greatest lessons of my life.
Bob Boyd
She was a genuinely sweet woman,
kind, warm, friendly to all.
She had a heart of hearts,
caring for all.
On a dreadful summer night
she got drunk with two disreputable men,
supposed to be her friends.
They took advantage of her in the
back seat of a car when she was barely
conscience, too drunk to resist.
Like unfeeling, heartless monsters,
they boasted of their rape conquest
to others in the city where I lived.
She never told the police, perhaps she
didn’t want to endure what was shameful to her.
Her reputation sullied, many were told.
I didn’t want to hear about it, her being
taken advantage of like that, her being drunk.
But unlike others, her reputation wasn’t sullied
with me.
She was still a genuinely sweet woman
and always will be in my mind and in my heart.
Bob Boyd