When I saw you for the first time at a health fair
You looked so beautiful and so angelic.
When I saw you after that it at other health fairs
I was blown away by your incomparable beauty
And imagined it would be amazing being with you.
But I was so awed by your eyes, your hair, your looks
That I found it hard to say even a word to you.
I felt bad about my unease, my stilled tongue.
Then one day when I met you and we began to talk.
I saw you possessed even greater beauty within.
I was happy we got along so wonderfully well
And despite my enhanced, hidden attraction
I was happy for you, being married and having a family
And still looking so beautiful and so angelic.

Bob Boyd

I never knew you had those feelings for me
You hid them so well
I had them too but never told you
You were with another
Now I’m thinking about what we missed
And feeling so forsaken

Bob Boyd

Hearts questing
Loves elusive
Impermanence
Passions passing
Wheels turning
Round and round
Life after life
Living dying
Questing hearts
Green grass
Cold earth
Dead

Bob Boyd

He said he loved Mary
She said I love you too
The conquest won
The game done
He moved on

Her sister said I love you
He said I love you too
She moved on
Revenge sweet
For his deceit

Bob Boyd

My rasbora fish swim merrily in their ten gallon home.
I sit at my computer glancing at them and wondering
Where they go when they die in their watery graves?
Does it all end there, or do they evolve after death?
Do they reincarnate into a higher species?
Or do they leave their fish bodies and go to
A rasbora fish heaven and spend an eternity
In some blissed out fish friendly Divine dimension.
Then, suddenly, I have an epiphany and miraculously
I see in one of many fabulous past lives
I, a human at a computer, was a rasbora!
Okay, you’re right. I’m just kidding
But not about wondering what is a
Rasbora’s after death fate.

Bob Boyd

My girlfriend went on a ghost tour with a friend
I didn’t go. I didn’t believe in ghosts.

She went missing after the tour
I searched everywhere for her and

Even talked to the tour leader who said
She had been fine after the tour.

Seven anxious days later, my girlfriend
Returned and said her name was Angela

And no longer Mary. And everything about
Her had changed. Nothing was the same.

I learned a woman named Angela died
In one of the houses the tour visited.

My girlfriend disappeared again a day later
She went back to the alleged haunted house

Angela had died in, and Mary died of
Unknown causes in that house.

Creeps me out to this very day and
I often wonder if Mary had become

Possessed by Angela’s ghost or
inexplicably became mentally ill.

Bob Boyd

My wife told me her newfound guru was God in flesh
And could grant his followers enlightenment in a lifetime.
I told her that was nonsense. He is just a cult leader.
We argued about if for a stressful, ruinous week
Until she said she she was leaving me
And going to California to be with her guru.
I said fine, but you are making a big mistake.
She said she felt sorry for me, a lost soul,
Who wasn’t evolved enough to see the truth.
I let that go as she packed and stomped
Out of my life and our ten year marriage.

A year later I saw in the news that
All the guru’s followers killed themselves
By walking into what the guru called
The Agni fires of liberation to become
Illuminated demi gods in the heavens.
The guru, however, didn’t take the walk
He vanished with an untold amount
Of the followers’ generous donations.
To my grateful surprise, my wife
Escaped the cult before the suicides
And came back to me. Maybe my
Desperate prayers actually worked.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes in the nighttime hours
When everything is quiet
When the moon shows its face
And the stars light up the sky
I stare at it all in breathtaking awe
And my thoughts turn to beautiful you
I think of how wonderful you were
In the years of our star-crossed love
And I stifle as many tears as the stars
Remembering what happened to you
When that terminal cancer took
You into the darkest night
Beyond the stars
Beyond our love
Beyond this life

Bob Boyd

You were the first women to bring me flowers
The culture I came out would have labeled me a fem
For accepting flowers like a man turned weak and girly
Because I was light years beyond that unruly world
That nearly ended my young and troubled life
I was so pleased by your beautiful offering of love

Bob Boyd

we heard them on the radios
saw them on MTV videos
some were disparaged
as one hit wonders
but few can ever
achieve that one hit
others failed to live
fast and die young
a few still sing
their glory day hits
but now decades later
those once immortal
rock gods are dying
like the rest of us mortals
and I hate to see the end
of those great, epic days

Bob Boyd