Silly is this sounds and probably is,
sometimes I feel I’d like to have

a long distance platonic girlfriend.

I’m old with low T, so consummation
isn’t as important to me,

but contact with a woman could be.

Some contact with a supportive woman
just might be good for me

without the need for the presence.

Without the need for the problems that
could occur face to face such as

the greater likelihood of arguments.

And if I had such an unusual relationship
and it lasted till my or her death,

maybe we meet again face to face in the
afterlife

and be together happy forever.

Bob Boyd

When I die there’s a chance
I might dissolve into the cosmos.

I’ve been close to that place before,
but I chose not to enter it.

I was too frightened, fearing I’d lose
everything near and dear to me.

I felt all that would be obliterated
completely out of my world.

When I die, I’ll have no choice to
enter or not enter.

I believe I just might melt into the
eternal bliss consciousness.

Of course, I could be wrong and
what is me might just perish.

No more me, dead forever, rotting
in the cold ground.

If that is the case, I’m totally okay
with that real possibility.

No me, no problems, a kind of
imperturbable peace.

Bob Boyd

I’m sitting on a spinning earth,
and I don’t even know it.

I mean, I’ve read it’s spinning,
but I don’t know it empirically.

Never have I felt it spin and
have no sense of it moving.

So like someone believing
the world is flat,

I’m just going on belief without
being able to confirm the spinning.

Bob Boyd

She went temporarily insane at age 23
after her boyfriend left her for another woman
people saw her talking to trees like a madwoman
but the solace of the trees eventually restored her sanity

Bob Boyd

Another day is passing
the sun is retiring
the moon is waking up
to bath the world in moonlight

Bob Boyd

Birds singing in trees
seem happy and serene.
But look how they scatter
when you approach them
when they’re on the ground.

Despite the fact they are
always singing like carefree
birds, at any moment a hawk
could swoop down and kill
one or more of them.

It’s almost like their singing
is a charade to mask the
fear they have inside.

Perhaps it’s a defense
mechanism to attempt to
ease their constant fears
and their necessary paranoia.

Bob Boyd

It’s 2:40 am, and I’m beginning
to write my daily poems.
For reasons unknown, Ideas
always come into my head.
It’s almost effortless, and it
feels good to create daily.
Sometimes I think how it’s
amazing that I started
writing poems at age 76.
And even more amazing
that I keep writing them.

Bob Boyd

I write poems everyday.
I’ve been writing them
for over 2 years.
It’s like a hunger
I have to feed.
I don’t write poems to
try to publish them.
I just write them for
myself and my mind.
At the least it’s a
great hobby that
also is good for my
mind and my soul.

Bob Boyd

He was a good kid who wanted to be a plumber
until he got involved with some delinquents
shot a person to death in a botched robbery
now the good kid turned murderer rots in prison

Bob Boyd

You’re feeling really great
your health is so good
until a medical malady
sneaks up on you

Bob Boyd