She was just a lost
little girl ghost
maybe 7 or 8 years old
never making a scary sound
never bothering anyone
just going about her business
searching for something
nobody knows what
perhaps she was just an imprint
a residual image
looping over and over
searching for a parent
brutally taken out of this world
nonetheless whether a real ghost
or just a residual looping image
it was a pitiful sight
seeing this lost, little girl ghost
night after night.
Bob Boyd
The Russians have implanted neural chips
into the brains of pigeons
to control them like avian drones
with solar-powered devices on their backs
and they may use other birds
like ravens and albatrosses
oh how I hate the thought of this
oh how I hate birds being misused this way
cruel, humane, abusive
and I’ve no doubt many good
Russian people feel the same.
Bob Boyd
Over 3,500 churches have
been abandoned in Britain
in the last 10 years
some are empty, desolate
some are restaurants and bars
some are swimming pools
some are mosques and gyms
Oh the tragedy, the sadness
the decline of Christianity
the loss of faith
the sacrilege of a house of God
used for a bar
you may disagree, and I don’t care
but I see this as symptomatic
of the UK’s decline
the empire upon which
once the sun never set
reduced to a country
where freedom of speech
now eclipsed by oppression
and the darkness of night
keeps creeping in.
Bob Boyd
Du fu I salute you
in my opinion
your poetry
is unsurpassed
from the first word
to the last.
Bob Boyd
Unknown to him,
a vampiress was hunting him
who had claimed over a hundred souls
she had his nighttime patterns down
his favorite haunts
she was closing in on him
on a fortuitous night for her
she caught him getting into his car
after he spent hours in a bar
drunk and indefensible
her cape flowing in the night air
her long fangs bared
her eyes red and aglow
she pounced on him
ready to sink her fangs into his jugular
and suck the blood out of him
at that moment she felt a powerful shock
that shot her off of him
unto the hard ground
and nearly dissolved her
the power of the wooden cross
protectively hung around his neck.
Bob Boyd
When they become
spiritually evolved
enough
they morph
into potent spiritual
powerhouses
their potent shakti
powerful spiritual energy
emanating out
of them abundantly
permeates everything
their presence
their words spoken
and
written
their videos
their photos
even
their burial sites
some can
feel it
in all of these
ways
some can only
feel it in
the presence
despite how
powerful
how pervasive
it is
some may not
be able to feel
it at all –
surprisingly.
Bob Boyd
A nun in the 18th century
now a headless ghost
beheaded by a mad trapper
or two rouge sailors looking
for gold they thought she
know the location of
if the tales of Saint Marie Inconnue
are true
why would a religious be wandering
in this world instead of in heaven?
unless she was a residual
an imprint of herself headless
a ghostly loop that plays
over and over
despite her not being there
just the appearance what was her
created from the trauma of her being
separated from her head.
Bob Boyd
It’s hard to imagine
how men could
torture and
burn women to
death in the
burning times
the pleadings
the cries
the stakes
the fires
the screams
the charred flesh
the stench
the smoke
the gasps
the deaths
and whoever
conjured up
death by
burning on
the stake
must have
been an
emissary
sent from
satan’s hell.
Bob Boyd
He was born with water on the brain
bedbound, unable to walk or talk
his life lasted only six years
never had a chance for a normal life
This makes me wonder why
in this world of the living so many
get shortchanged in it, born with
medical problems that doom them
to suffering and limited lives
those children ill fated in this life
those children now dead.
Bob Boyd
Ned’s a brave, patriotic fellow
in the United Kingdom
he’s also fun and intelligent
and his YouTube channel is great
tonight he’s taking a stroll
through Cheshire, England
beautiful, historic city
Christmas lights aglow
I’m liking seeing it all
Ned recording everything he sees
on the brick laden streets
clusters of crowds
voices rising in the night air
young women laughing and
squealing with delight in the
excitement of a party night
legions of people roaming
the streets, even the police
in distinguishable yellow jackets
two of them holding up a drunken
pretty, blonde-haired woman
too drunk to remain standing
Ned’s narration over it all
(I like hearing his British accent)
and to borrow a Brit phrase
you sense something is about
“to kick off” on Ned’s expedition
for stirring YouTube content
he comes upon a swarm of
the yellow-jacketed police
detaining about six young men
searching through their pockets
finding illegal drugs
and whoa! there are sniffer dogs
going crazy with the scents of
all the drugs hidden by numerous
nervous, young men in the streets
and holy moly! Ned comes
upon an incident, nine police
yelling at a crazed man with a knife
they take him down without
any harm done, kudos to them
that’s the kick off, and the
rest of the video is quiet and
enjoyable, great work by EnglishNed.
Bob Boyd