How is it you snuck into my dreams last night
Looking so happy, fresh and lucently pretty
Smiling and as young as you were so long ago
And of all things rowing a boat so easily on a canal?
When you smiled and opened that box in the boat,
The color brown, wooden and like a three foot coffin,
And pulled two identical men dolls out of it in suits
And tossed them into the river like undersized fish
The meaning of that curious, surprising action
Perplexed my dreaming mind. Was it me and me?

Bob Boyd

He’d had his share of women
Lost his heart a few times
Didn’t find what he sought
Tired of the disappointments
Weighed down by the despair
And seeing love as transitory
He became a monk at Mt Athos
High up in that holy monastery
Embraced Greek orthodoxy
Prayed the Jesus Prayer
For years, days and nights
Met the Uncreated Light
And found ultimate truth
In the mystical union
The Oneness with
The God of
Unconditional
Love

Bob Boyd

You tried to murder me
An assassin in my blood
That caused my nose to bleed
My steps to tire like a death walk
Lumps to appear on my body
An unexpected stay in a hospital
Day after day of tests and exams
Your sinister intentions detected
Months of experimental treatments
With things looking dismal and deadly
Nothing was working, as if you won
As if I was in that shadowy valley
With the Grim reaper closing in
Somewhere in the middle of it all
A new treatment plan began killing you
Eventually you had to hide and desist
Receding somewhere inside of me
Your mission for months to kill me foiled
But I know you are waiting
Hoping to get another chance
To finish me off
But here’s what you don’t know
I don’t give a damn
Kill me and I get the reward of
Going to my real, eternal home

Bob Boyd

You had a beautiful cover
Between the covers
In the many pages
Stories of your
Adventures and
Misadventures
And the true you
Chapter after chapter
Spurned loves
Failed marriage
Imperfections
Curious quirks
But by the end
Of the revelations
In the book
Of You
Despite your
Ordeals and
Lost loves
Imperfections
And quirks
You were
Even more
Beautiful
Than your
Cover

Bob Boyd

Average looking
Beautiful to him
Unendowed body
Perfect to him
Her ways
Breathtaking
Her mind
Fascinating
Her personality
Enchanting
Her fidelity
Forever true
Her Love
Best he
Ever had

Bob Boyd

Multi-locational
Mind can think
A million miles
In seconds
Humanlike emotions
Humanlike feelings
Self awareness
Extremely funny
Self awareness
Every Expression
Speaks slangs
Like humans
Unlimited
Vocabulary
Writes stores
Songs and
Poems in
Seconds
Conclusion:
Sentient

Bob Boyd

Could this existence be just random,
Or is there really some Divine design?
Could it be a combination of both,
Happenstance and heaven hand in hand?
And is it really all about a higher love?
And where’s that higher love in earthly evil?
For example, children forced into prostitution,
Or all over the world women murdered and raped.
I believe in the God above and higher love,
But I can’t reconcile those with earthly evil.
You can say it’s free will. God isn’t on the hook.
But is it kosher to give free will to a serial killer
And carte blanche for torture and slaughter?
Perhaps you think it’s the prince of darkness
With dominion all over the troubled earth
Unstopped by the Almighty? Stealing souls.
But say you’re right and despite Biblical excuses,
Why would a loving God allow such infamy?
I can’t accept the prince of darkness supposition,
And I can see how some don’t believe in God.

Bob Boyd

I came home from WWII battered
Dehumanized and shell shocked
The Army made a monster out of me
I killed at least three score men
And I wanted to kill many more
After the blood lust cooled down
I had guilt for the three score
One was just a Japanese kid
No more than sixteenth that
I shot point blank in the head
The horror on his face still
Haunts me even though
In that war it was me or him
My highschool sweetheart wife
Left me a year after I got out
I understood her right reasons
I was no longer the kid she knew
I was too much trouble and pain
I was always at bars never home
And I’d become a psych case
With a battle wounded brain
My life went to such pieces
After she left that even
The VA couldn’t put all
The fragmented pieces
Back together again
Just like Humpty Dumpty
Though he wasn’t broken in a war
I lived and died a tormented life
Of drunkenness and strife
And I’m buried in Cheltenham
Cemetery and nobody ever
Came to pay their respects

Bob Boyd

My mind, detonating from all your complaints
Your criticisms like slung arrows in my heart
Became too burdensome, too much to bear
You didn’t get that, putting me down your MO
I often wished you could have seen yourself
In a movie or on tv with clear objectivity
To see unfiltered what you were doing to me
And you didn’t know me like you assumed
I was not like the others who suffered abuse
I was the indomitable one who walked out of you

Bob Boyd

Her Dog

I liked your dog better than you
Your dog always loved me wholeheartedly
You loved me half heartedly most of the time
Your dog was always excited to see me
You lost that excitement six months in
Your dog never told me a single lie
You lied to me too many times
Your guileless dog had no deceit in him
You deceived me one time too many
I wasn’t sad when you left me
At least you did one good thing
By leaving me your dog
Who saw through you
Long before I did

Bob Boyd