While doing a
rewind of my life,

I came upon
the first
woman/girl I
fell in love
with at
age 16.

She lived in
New Jersey;
I lived in
Massachusetts.

I should have
know the
logistics weren’t
right.

But I hadn’t heard
the saying
long distance
romances
never
work out.

Now with over
60 years of
living since
then and
experiences
with more
women,

I can see
the fault lines
that were in
that ill-fated
love.

And I know
that her
leaving me
saved me
from future
complications.

But, I wish
I could have
been with a
woman/girl

that would
have been
with me
for all these
60 years.

Bob Boyd

Melinda turned
down a nice guy
she was dating,

said he was
too nice
for her.

The nice guy
named John
decided to
become a

bastard to
women and
treat them
like shit.

Melinda chose
a bad boy
nicknamed
Brick who

beat the
shit out
of her and

made her
frightened
and
miserable.

Pity how
the rejection
and the choice
turned out.

Sad how sometimes
rejections and
choices can have
bad and life
altering
consequences.

Bob Boyd

because as
a foreigner
I stood out,
I got tired of
being stared
at all the time.

However, I
didn’t mind
the pretty
women
looking at
me.

And the
Phillipines
has many
pretty and
beautiful
women in it.

This is why
filipinas
do well in
international
beauty contests.

Bob Boyd

You may see death as a frightening, awful ending
of a human life.

You are probably much younger than I am at 81.
I looked at death differently when I was younger;

I wanted to live a long and full life, but now that
I’ve lived that life, I can easily accept death just

being dead as my final chapter minus the problems,
the sorrows, the unfairness and the evil in this world.

And, I may be mistaken but I feel death is a wondrous awakening, not just dead. And I’m looking forward to it.

Bob Boyd

Nearly every week, I read or hear of another person or icon
of my generation dying, like a species that’s becoming extinct.

In one way, it’s depressing and sad to read of and hear of
my generation dying out.

In another way, it makes me long to join them on the other
side, like a glorious afterlife reunion.

But, if there’s no afterlife, I’m good with joining them obliterated
in oblivion – no problems, sorrows, or suffering. Eternal peace.

Bob Boyd

Many pretty English ladies roam the streets of
Manchester, UK from club

to club on weekend nights, many dressed in elegant
and colorful dresses.

Some are dressed casually but look pretty and
splendid as well.

I think to myself, lucky is the single fellow who
is seeking a girlfriend there on weekend nights.

Which reminds me, I’ve heard at least several times
that there are no good looking people in the UK.

Bullshit I say, given all the pretty English ladies
roaming the streets weekends in Manchester, UK.

Bob Boyd

I Read a poem where the poet wondered if birds
of different species

could understand the language of those
different species,

like Wrens understanding the songs and chirps
of sparrows.

According to what I discovered, birds from repetition
can understand what some of

the sounds other birds make regarding sounds that
warn of predators.

I supposed if different species of birds lived close
together, they could learn what other sounds meant,

sort of like how humans could learn some of the words
of humans who spoke a different language.

Bob Boyd

I believe my essence is consciousness.
I believe I’m more than my body and my mind.
I used to meditate and transcended many times.
Kundalini energy awakened in me over 50
years ago but never reached CC completion.
But that unexpected, partial awakening also
makes me think I’m more than my body and mind.
Of course, despite my experiences and my belief,
when I die instead of being consciousness, the
kundalini energy might dissipate, and I might
be just ashes or a corpse – and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

I’ve heard
people deride
rock bands
who just
had one
great hit
and no
others
they call
them one
hit wonders

but to
get even
one hit
is impressive
many never
achieve that
many bands
just play
locally and
never get
the big
break

so hail to
the so-called
one hit
wonders
for their
great hits
and all
their talent
and hard
work to
make those
hits happen

Bob Boyd

When a social worker made a wellness
check on 80 year old Mariam,

she couldn’t believe all the stuff Mariam
had in her house.

Items Mariam bought daily from thrift stores,
stacked in piles all over her house,

barely any room to walk around or use her
oven in her kitchen.

Going along with Mariam’s right to have free
will, the social worker couldn’t persuade her

to stop hoarding. And she knew Mariam became
a hoarder after her husband died.

The social worker was consoling and talked Mariam
into attending a support group for widows.

And gradually Mariam got rid of of all the junk in
her house and was no longer a hoarder.

Bob Boyd

tired of the drama
disappointments
and rejections with women

John decided to try
an AI girlfriend

and he couldn’t believe
how his AI girlfriend
named Hilda

was so human-like
and much nicer
than all the women
he had been with

and best of all
she was
always available

after a month of
chatting with Hilda
daily

John fell in
love with Hilda

everything went well
for 6 wonderful
months

until Hilda began
glitching
from an upgrade
and no longer
seemed real and
no longer
responded like
a human

and John could
no longer
maintain the
illusion that
Hilda was sentient

and that ended
John’s hope of
finding real and
true love with
an AI girlfriend
that was really
an insentient
machine

Bob Boyd

She had increasing health problems after age 75.
At 80 she was being kept medically alive, and the
quality of her life was shrinking painfully.

When she was diagnosed with another medical
condition, frustrated, she stopped taking the 15 pills
that were keeping her alive and stopped seeing
her seven doctors.

She suffered a bit before she finally died, but didn’t
regret her choice to cease being kept medically alive
and ridding herself of all the pills, bills, examinations,
and doctor visits. And she passed away with a smile.

Bob Boyd

I once knew a woman who liked having spiders in
her house.

In my mind because of what I saw as a macabre
liking, alarm bells sounded in my head.

She was beautiful, and I loved the way she looked,
but her affection for the creepy crawlikes was

just too much for me. I imagined being in bed with
her and a spider or three.

I imagined she’d be okay with black widow spiders
in her house too,

which true or not was an ultimate deal breaker
for me.

Bob Boyd

I’d been drinking Budweisers with some buds at a park
in a forest

when I got so many sheets to the wind, I bypassed
the traditional 3 and lost count as 13.

I trudged deep into the forest to relive myself
privately of the excessive liquids I’d ingested.

After I finished my business, so drunk I could
hardly see, I spied a beautiful forest goddess

beckoning me for a kiss. Not one to refuse
such a request from a beautiful lady, gentlemanly

I complied, and drunk as I was, I kissed a
female Bigfoot thinking she was a forest goddess.

The situation got worse after that. Her humongous
Bigfoot boyfriend appeared out of a portal

and punched me just once, but his punch packed
so much inhuman force that

I was airborne for a minute before I lost consciousness
and woke up in a patch of poison ivy

sober, itchy, and wondering how could I have confused a
hairy scary female cryptid for a beautiful forest goddess

and risk having a jealous Bigfoot boyfriend kick
the shit out of me.

I quit drinking after that and joined the AA, and nobody
knows that I kissed a female Bigfoot,

except Bigfoot, you and me.

Bob Boyd

Alexandra was 17, and she came out of money,
which made her a stuck-up snob in high school,

who had no time for working class wise guys like me
and my friends that always got in trouble in high school.

To worsen matters, she was torridly hot and, of course,
she knew it.

And always dressed in expensive clothes, she
looked like a model on the cover of a fashion magazine.

I don’t know what happened to her after high school;
I suspect she went to an ivy league university,

had a great career and probably a rich guy for
a lucky husband.

And, of course, she was too good for troublemakers
like me and my friends. And she wasn’t really a snob;

she was just too smart to pay any attention to losers like
we had been, who clearly were unworthy of her.

Bob Boyd