She met him in college,
it felt right,
many things in common,
a real nice guy.
They dated for a few months,
got married.
For a two years,
everything was wonderful
until she learned his
late work hours
were not the kind of work
she expected
when the police cuffed him
and took him away
after he had killed his
thirteenth victim.
Bob Boyd
Sometimes I miss the company of a woman,
her love, her touch, her tenderness.
Doing enjoyable things with her, pleasing her
with words and actions.
The sound of her voice, her eyes looking at me
lovingly, her comforting hugs.
Maybe not having been with one in ten years
at times make me a bit batty, lol.
And I forget how when it’s bad, it’s hellish,
her harsh words, complaints, indifference.
The disappointments, the agonies, the
approaching heartbreak.
Blessed are those men and women
for whom relationships remain heavenly.
Bob Boyd
Crime cases where ministers have murdered their wives.
Priests who sexually abused children.
A Christian wife,raised in a prominent Christian family, marred a good Christian man and found a Christian boyfriend she convinced to murder her good Christian husband.
For these people, religion didn’t seem to work.
Consider all the blood shed in the name
of religion.
Consider innocent women tortured and burned
at the stake as supposed witches by
religious men, acting more like demons.
One could come up with various excuses for
these evil believers: free will, psychopaths,
possessed by demons, a devil, etc.
But I find it puzzling that despite beginning
as believers some become so diabolically evil.
And I wonder why a loving God doesn’t step in
and save them from themselves and spare
others from being harmed or murdered by them.
Bob Boyd
Not a shot was fired. Not a bomb fell.
Instead we were bombarded with rock music
and some of the best rock bands on the planet.
I’ll never forget the great British Invasion
that began in the mid sixties.
I’ll never forget how much fun and joy
those incredibly talented Brits brought to our shores.
If all only all invasions could bring joy and entertainment,
instead of bombs, bullets, deaths and misery.
Bob Boyd
He’s been visiting her gravesite
for nearly ten years.
He often talks to her, as if
she were able to hear him
through her tombstone or from
under the ground.
Much to his sorrow, he never
gets even a hint
that from beyond her grave
she hears him.
Nor has he ever seen her in
any of his desolate dreams.
He worries that maybe
she’s just dead in that ground
instead of in some afterlife
waiting for him when he dies.
Tears still fall often from his
forlorn eyes.
Bob Boyd
He calmly watched her walk out of his life,
no begging, no attempts to change her mind.
She was disappointed; she expected some
resistance to her leaving.
Though she had been with him for seven years,
she didn’t know him well enough
to know it was easy for him to let go when
a woman decided to leave him
or when he decided to leave her, and unknown
to her, in his mind he had left her long ago.
Bob Boyd
She said she left America,
called it a Fascist state.
Now she lives in a prison
in Britain
for what she posted
on social media there,
just like over a thousand others.
Bob Boyd
I wouldn’t choose heaven.
I wouldn’t choose cosmic consciousness.
I wouldn’t choose oneness with God.
I choose being in a paradise living
happily ever after with the perfect
soulmate for me.
Granted, that’s silly and shortsighted,
but it appeals to the romantic in me
and seems like the perfect fairy tale
forever.
Supposedly, if this kundalini energy
that has risen in me for over 50 years
reaches completion upon death,
and matures into cosmic consciousness,
I’ll be beyond my silly afterlife romantic
longings, forever in the Sat Chit Ananda,
Eternal Bliss Consciousness.
But, alas, thinking from my limited earthbound,
embodied level, I’d rather be in eternal bliss
with a soulmate … in love forever.
Bob Boyd
Li Po wrote great poetry
he also drank a lot of wine
often getting intoxicated
how he managed to write
such great poems while
drinking so much wine
is puzzling to me
sadly he died drunk
fell off a boat and drowned.
Bob Boyd
At age 8, he saw a documentary about chimpanzees
and became so obsessed with them
that he studied them and when older often visited them
in zoos, watching them for hours.
As a student in college, he took courses that would enable
him to work with chimpanzees for a career.
For part of his coursework, he worked at Chimp Eden in
South Africa and excelled in his work there.
Serving as a tour guide at Chimp Eden, he saw a rock in
the chimp enclosure that could be hurled at visitors.
He slipped into the enclosure to remove the rock, turned his
back to exit the enclosure, and two chimps attacked him.
They bit off his nose, ears, parts of his face and scalp,
parts of his legs, and some of his fingers.
Thanks to part attendants, who scared off the chimps, he
wasn’t killed by them, though badly mained and near death.
Doctors managed to put him back together, prosthetics,
lots of plastic surgery and rehab.
He never worked with chimpanzees after that but started
a foundation for victims of trauma.
Tragic and sad the chimpanzees he loved and studied for
all of his life mauled, maimed, and nearly killed him.
Bob Boyd