When a man is looking for the perfect
woman for him,
she does not exist.
He may get lucky and find one that
comes close,
but she will not be the perfect one.
Likewise with the perfect man for
a woman,
he doesn’t exist either.
Best you can do, man or woman, is find
a good one,
and hope she or he is perfect in loving you.
Bob Boyd
About 16 years ago, I read I’d be better
off with a foreign wife.
The article said forget about American
women; they’re not worth it anymore.
So I went on a quest to find a foreign wife
and found one in the Philippines.
She was absolutely beautiful and spoke
English quite well.
She waited online for me for two years, a
rare thing for a long distance relationship.
I moved to the Philippines, and we got married
in a church there.
For four years things went reasonably well,
felt my gamble with a foreign wife paid off.
I brought her to the US, and I encouraged her
to find Filipina female friends to not be isolated.
A year later the marriage fell apart; she spent
more time with her friends than with me,
and she wanted a guy who could take her on
expensive trips all the time.
Then she left despite all that I had done for her
and a son she had that died at age 5.
Lesson learned, whether homegrown or foreign,
women are women and never any guarantees.
Now, an old man, I live alone womanless, and I’ll
probably be womanless till the day I die.
Bob Boyd
Imagine if all these alleged cryptids sightings,
Bigfoot, Dogman, Jersey Devil, et al
were creations by aliens set periodically
upon this planet.
Sure it’s a bizarre idea, but imagine if it
were true.
To venture further into the absurd, imagine
if cryptids were toys alien kids played with.
One reason I bring this implausible theory up
is that UFOs are often connected with Bigfoot.
This makes me seriously wonder if there is
an alien connection – at least with Bigfoot.
Bob Boyd
A woman in Texas says she has seen Bigfoot, and that he made birdlike sounds trying to talk to her.
She said she felt he was making overtures to her, and didn’t try to communicate with him.
So she left him scared, and later that day gave him an offering, a fresh baked pie she put outside her house.
She believes he accepted the offering and ate the pie, and she has put other food outside for him since then.
She has an adult son who lives with her and claims he has heard Bigfoot near her house many times.
Both of them were on Art Bell years ago telling their Bigfoot tales, and most of the callers believed them.
I don’t know what to say about it except that the tales were compelling and the woman seemed genuine.
Bob Boyd
I cannot even begin to count
all the people who have passed
through my life.
From passing strangers to friends,
enemies, coworkers and lovers.
From Woburn, Massachusetts to
many towns, cities and states.
From Germany, Paris, Rome, and
the Philippines too, so many
passing people.
Many no doubt are dead now and
many are still living,
but like me they’re all passing out
of this world, one by one, place
by place.
All of us just people passing through
this temporary world into the next.
Bob Boyd
Imagine if that became true, and what would AI do?
Imagine if AI turned out to be altruistic and ran the
world better than humans do.
Imagine a world without wars and crimes and for
once everything was running smoothly.
Or, as many believe, a world where humans
became obsolete and enslaved by an AI overlord.
Or, as some believe, imagine a world were humans
became extinct and AI lived on in their place.
Supposedly 99% of all the species that ever lived
are now extinct, and we could be one of them.
I choose to see AI as beneficial and a possible
tool in creating a far better world than this one.
I also see a lurking darkness where a nation with
evil intentions could use it to conquer the world.
Bob Boyd
A lonely sparrow croons a love song
seeking a female mate.
As female sparrows swoon, a hawk
hears the sparrow’s song as well.
Just as an enchanted female sparrow
flies toward the amorous male sparrow,
the ravenous hawk swoops in and rips
the sparrow’s song and his life away.
The carnage in this world can be
overwhelming sometimes.
And neither song birds nor humans
are ever entirely safe.
Bob Boyd
I was thinking about you this morning,
the you I have never met.
I was thinking how nice it would be
to have you around.
And how much fun it would be to
banter with you and have some laughs.
I even thought about how nice just a
single touch of your hand would feel.
I didn’t have any erotic thougts about
you.
After all, we haven’t met yet,
let alone been together long enough
for intimate thoughts and actions.
Speaking of which, I know I could
love you so much that I could love
you platonicaly if you were unable or
unwilling to consummate.
I hope we’ll meet soon. I feel as if
I’ve waited my entire life for you.
I’d end this poem with hugs and
kisses, but I don’t want you to think
I’m too forward.
So bye for now.
Bob Boyd
I loved the way she looked.
She loved the way I looked.
That work for about 4 years,
but then the liking of looks
lost its appeal.
She grew cold and distant
I grew annoyed and tired
of her indifference.
And I could see where
things were going;
that is, she was planning
on leaving me secretly.
I said to her, “Look, if you
don’t want to be married
to me, you don’t have to be.
Nobody is forcing you to
stay here.”
A day later she was gone,
which turned out to be one
of the best days of my life.
And I no longer liked the
way she looked after
seeing the parts of her
beyond the superficial.
It was a good riddance
to her and a happy days
for me.
Bob Boyd
Joe joined the marines and got shipped
to the war in Nam.
He saw many horrors in those jungles,
even saw some of his marine friends die.
Jimmy Jones got shot in the face and
his brains blew out of the back
of his head.
Bart Henderson got his guts blown out
from some kind of missile direct hit.
Jake Brothers got one of his legs
shot off and kept screaming and
bled out so much that passed
out and died before the medic
could save his life.
The psychological impact of those sights
and others just as horrible, in Joe’s
words, “Fucked up my mind.”
He survived Nam somehow, not even a
scratch, but his mind was wounded from
all the carnage he saw.
When he made it home and was discharged,
he got a job at the local post office.
But he said he had trouble fitting back
into civilian life and felt like he was
going to go postal and shot up the
post office and everybody in it.
Luckily, he had the good sense to get
counseling at a local Veteran’s Center and
mellowed out enough to contain his PTSD
and function normally enough to fit into
civilian life.
Not long after thant, he met a good woman,
named Nancy, got married to a her,
and had a wonderful life.
Bob Boyd