He moves through dimensions with ease.
He can appear and disappear at will.
He’s been seen thousands of times.
He seems like a deathless immortal.
No corpse of him has ever been found.
He’s more elusive than a stealthy ninja.
If you take a shot at him, he vanishes.
Who is this mysterious character?
He’s the forever elusive Bigfoot.
Bob Boyd
Hiking on my own in bear country
Something I wasn’t supposed to do,
Dangerous to hike there alone
Experienced hikers told me.
But too manly to worry about it,
Undaunted, I made the trek alone.
Halfway up a mountain, a cowardly
Bear jumped me from behind
And pinned me to the ground.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Bigfoot coming to my rescue.
As he was bigger than the
Bear, I knew the bear was toast.
To my surprise, Bigfoot spoke to
The growling, menacing bear.
In strange telepathic symbols
That appeared in my mind too.
Best I could tell Bigfoot said,
“Get the hell off him now.”
The bear quietly obeyed and
Sauntered on its wild way.
I got off the ground and tried
To thank Bigfoot, but he had
Vanished, probably into some
Unknown mysterious dimension.
Bob Boyd
Souls flying out of cars
Souls levitating through houses
Souls rising all over the world
Into the glorious heavens
Freed from worldly woes
Freed from disabilities
Freed from medical ills
Freed from the limitations
Of transitory earth life
United in love and glory
In the everlasting heaven
Christians call it The Rapture
They say it’s coming one day
But I don’t believe it’s true
But if it is prophetically true
I’m a believer in Christ
And I’ll be rising too
Hopefully not while sitting
In my bathroom on my toilet.
Bob Boyd
They cut off our heads when we sprout in the spring,
Their lawnmowers, like weapons of destruction to us.
Undeterred, unconquered, we resurrect again and again,
And lift our yellow, flowery faces in worship of the sun.
Bob Boyd
He lost sight of things
When he became famous
When he became wealthy
Got too good for old friends
Took up with a celeb crowd
Party people and drug uses
Left his average-looking wife
For a beautiful supermodel
Not as caring as his ex wife
Blew his money away on
Hot cars, houses and junk
Supermodel said goodbye
Broke, alone and contrite
Missed his ex wife’s love
Needed her caring support
Too late, too damn late
Like his money, she was
Blown out of his life too
Like the hot supermodel
She was gone forever
Bob Boyd
She told him she’d love her forever
He said he’d love her forever
Days, months, a few years later
She had a different timetable than his
His forever remained forever
His heart remained true
Her forever became never
Her heart became untrue
So much for falling in love promises
Bob Boyd
Everything eats
Everything kills
Carnage everywhere
Nothing eats
Nothing kills
Carnage nowhere
This life
Next life
Hell
Heaven
Bob Boyd
Beware the promises
lovers tell you when
love begins.
For they will be
forgotten before
love ends.
Bob Boyd
When a teenager he had a Christian friend
Who told him if he didn’t believe in Jesus
He was going to go to hell when he died;
It was the Jesus way or the hell highway.
His heart went out to remote island natives
Who never saw a Christian missionary
and were hellbound out of ignorance
Of the Lord’s one and only true way.
Bob Boyd
The pastor approached
The dead man in the coffin
To raise him from the dead.
The dead man, a bad actor,
His mouth breathing air
Before the pastor rose him
From his corpse performance.
Some believed the fake
Resurrection, thought the
Pastor had Christlike power,
And the pastor and the
Fake dead man had a
Great, unholy payday.
Bob Boyd