Not a shot was fired. Not a bomb fell.
Instead we were bombarded with rock music
and some of the best rock bands on the planet.
I’ll never forget the great British Invasion
that began in the mid sixties.
I’ll never forget how much fun and joy
those incredibly talented Brits brought to our shores.
If all only all invasions could bring joy and entertainment,
instead of bombs, bullets, deaths and misery.
Bob Boyd
He’s been visiting her gravesite
for nearly ten years.
He often talks to her, as if
she were able to hear him
through her tombstone or from
under the ground.
Much to his sorrow, he never
gets even a hint
that from beyond her grave
she hears him.
Nor has he ever seen her in
any of his desolate dreams.
He worries that maybe
she’s just dead in that ground
instead of in some afterlife
waiting for him when he dies.
Tears still fall often from his
forlorn eyes.
Bob Boyd
He calmly watched her walk out of his life,
no begging, no attempts to change her mind.
She was disappointed; she expected some
resistance to her leaving.
Though she had been with him for seven years,
she didn’t know him well enough
to know it was easy for him to let go when
a woman decided to leave him
or when he decided to leave her, and unknown
to her, in his mind he had left her long ago.
Bob Boyd
She said she left America,
called it a Fascist state.
Now she lives in a prison
in Britain
for what she posted
on social media there,
just like over a thousand others.
Bob Boyd
I wouldn’t choose heaven.
I wouldn’t choose cosmic consciousness.
I wouldn’t choose oneness with God.
I choose being in a paradise living
happily ever after with the perfect
soulmate for me.
Granted, that’s silly and shortsighted,
but it appeals to the romantic in me
and seems like the perfect fairy tale
forever.
Supposedly, if this kundalini energy
that has risen in me for over 50 years
reaches completion upon death,
and matures into cosmic consciousness,
I’ll be beyond my silly afterlife romantic
longings, forever in the Sat Chit Ananda,
Eternal Bliss Consciousness.
But, alas, thinking from my limited earthbound,
embodied level, I’d rather be in eternal bliss
with a soulmate … in love forever.
Bob Boyd
Li Po wrote great poetry
he also drank a lot of wine
often getting intoxicated
how he managed to write
such great poems while
drinking so much wine
is puzzling to me
sadly he died drunk
fell off a boat and drowned.
Bob Boyd
At age 8, he saw a documentary about chimpanzees
and became so obsessed with them
that he studied them and when older often visited them
in zoos, watching them for hours.
As a student in college, he took courses that would enable
him to work with chimpanzees for a career.
For part of his coursework, he worked at Chimp Eden in
South Africa and excelled in his work there.
Serving as a tour guide at Chimp Eden, he saw a rock in
the chimp enclosure that could be hurled at visitors.
He slipped into the enclosure to remove the rock, turned his
back to exit the enclosure, and two chimps attacked him.
They bit off his nose, ears, parts of his face and scalp,
parts of his legs, and some of his fingers.
Thanks to part attendants, who scared off the chimps, he
wasn’t killed by them, though badly mained and near death.
Doctors managed to put him back together, prosthetics,
lots of plastic surgery and rehab.
He never worked with chimpanzees after that but started
a foundation for victims of trauma.
Tragic and sad the chimpanzees he loved and studied for
all of his life mauled, maimed, and nearly killed him.
Bob Boyd
Here in Greensboro, NC today on March 17th the weather is
29 degrees, cold like in February.
Last week for a day or two it was 70 degrees.
Supposedly, by Sunday it will be 77 degrees.
Why can’t March’s weather be more stable?
I hate these extremes; it’s hard to know how
to dress when you go out.
One day a summer shirt, next day a winter coat.
One day you’re a comfortable warm, next day a
too chilly cold.
It’s as if the month of March has become
like a person with mood swings, running hot and cold.
Come quick April with your showers but with warmer
more stable weather.
I’m tired of March’s fickle instabilities.
Bob Boyd
I’ve been seeing women in dreams lately,
reminds me of when I had cancer and saw
women in dreams all the time.
Maybe they are like something angelic
kind of looking out for me.
Or, maybe, lol, I’m just lonely.
I do wonder if these women are real,
if somehow my dreams enter into theirs
or theirs into mine.
Some people claim when we dream,
we are astral traveling.
Am I meeting women on the astral plane?
I don’t believe dreams are astral travels.
More likely they are just dreams and
nothing more.
And maybe women manifesting in my
dreams really are signs I am missing
a woman in my reclusive life.
At least those dreams are not nightmares.
Bob Boyd
In a YouTube video about men no longer pursuing women,
I saw a woman saying men weren’t persistent enough
about chasing women after the first “I’m not interested
in you.”
What ever happened to no means no?
What ever happened to not being a pest?
Besides, some men like me have too much self pride
to humiliate themselves by essentially begging.
And, honestly, what self-respecting man wants to be
with a woman who doesn’t want to be with him?
I’m glad I’m no longer in the world of pursuing women,
of potentially dealing with games and drama.
There are myriad advantages of being solo and free.
Bob Boyd