I’ve always found
graveyards peaceful
maybe it’s because
nobody’s acting crazy
nobody’s making trouble
if only living people
could be as peaceful
as those who are dead.

Bob Boyd

Married, in her old age sex was painful,
the enjoyment became torture.

Her husband the same age and less
controlled by carnal urges,

and a kind and sensitive man
was perfectly okay with a platonic love.

And they both knew real true love is above
physical pleasures.

Their marriage became a sweet return
to innocence and a greater, lasting love.

Bob Boyd

On a hike with a friend
in a national park,
he barely saw it coming,
ten feet tall and translucent.

He couldn’t make out its face
but its body looked largely
human.

He sensed it was menacing,
ducked when it charged him
and his friend.

In a millesecond, it snatched
his friend out of this existence
and it and his friend vanished.

Now he’s a person of interest;
the police think he’s crazy
enough to have killed his friend
based on his insane alibi.

Bob Boyd

After years of marriage, they got bored with each other
but stayed together, better than being alone.

In an attempt to fill their empty lives, they ate a lot of comfort food, got overweight and unsightly.

Died miserable, unhappy, and unloved, like many other couples for whom love has run out.

Bob Boyd

I wish I could have a chance
to redo my life
make less mistakes
do more things right
make better choices
avoid the pitfalls
I fell into in this life
I feel I could have
a better life
with a second chance
maybe I’m wrong
maybe everything
was as it had to be
and a redo would
only lead to different
mistakes and pitfalls
and I’d end up in
the same place
wishing I could have
a chance to redo my life.

Bob Boyd

Given death separates all lovers
far as we know.
Maybe it was best our love
didn’t last
and spared us the agonies
of one of us dying on the other.

Bob Boyd

Where do we go when we are ashes
or buried in the ground?
Do we go to a shared space
or a collective of souls?
Do we go to a singular paradise
or a group heaven?
Or do we keep being reborn
until we become enlightened
and live in eternal bliss forever?
Perhaps, despite all the theories
and the speculations
when we die, our afterlife is
the ashes or the ground
and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

I was thinking today
about how I’ve been
living alone for years.

And how sometimes I
wish I had a woman
to live with and love.

But despite occasional
bouts of loneliness,
it’s so nice living alone.

Bob Boyd

Stopped watching TV years ago
overpriced and a lot I didn’t want.

Everything I watch is on the net now,
a universe of choices.

Can pick and choose entertainment and
information I prefer to watch.

Not paying for junk TV programs and
the infomercials I hated.

Was a relief to cut the cord and have
more choices for what I wanted to see.

One of the best decisions of my life
was leaving Cable TV.

Bob Boyd

I saw a sparrow hopping back and forth in the snow
in a bird feeder cam in Ohio.

I thought to myself, has this bird gone bonkers?
I’d never seen a sparrow hopping back and forth like that.

But as the sparrow kept hopping, I saw he had not gone bonkers;
he was digging a hole in the snow.

With his hopping back and forth, on the forward hop his
tiny toes dug into the snow.

On the backward hop, his toes, like tiny shovels, dug
the snow away.

The reason he was digging the hole was, like men drilling for oil,
he was digging for seeds under the snow.

Seeds that the other birds knocked off the bird feeder days ago
that were now buried in the freshly fallen snow.

After a three inch dig, he found the mother lode – plenty of seeds
he pecked at and ate.

Bob Boyd