Sasquatch Poems
Sasquatch poems are a valuable asset in the describing and understanding of these legendary beings. I have written several books of poetry over the years and I have now completed a book of Bigfoot poems called The Bigfoot Parchments. This book of Sasquatch poems and Bigfoot knowledge is a companion to my Sasquatch Novel series Conversations With Sasquatch.
If you would like your Bigfoot or Sasquatch poem to be published here on this page, I'd love to hear from you on that regard. You can email me at maryandrichard@quickturtlebooks.com to submit your poem. Upon receipt, I will take them seriously into consideration. Please limit your submission to no more than 3 poems.
Sasquatch Poem
Absence by Richard Rensberry
10/15/23
Absence
As we wend our way
through the matrix, the traps are multiples
of much and many, but money
is the ultimate
quicksand for the soul; it is the neediest
of the needy
hands of darkness,
for even I have accidents, vehicles
to repair and surgeries to heal.
The lack of dollars
is what lies at the crux
of my long absences, my bottomless
falls into forgetfulness. But sooner or later
we all hit bottom and realize
we are only wounded
not dead.
So here I sit, once again
on the edge of Cross Over,
as if months had never been spent
but accumulated
for one final assault on making the future
vibrant and bright.
Richard Rensberry 10/15/23
Sasquatch Poem Courage
by
Sasquatch Poet RiverMonk on behalf of General Demarcus
Spoken before the Sasquatch Council of Elders 2/22/22
COURAGE
Time and space
cannot detain thought,
they are but gossamer
to truth and intent.
Our spirit exists
beyond the gravitational pull
of humanity. No long arm
of government, no human tyranny
has power to mandate
or stop anything
but their own actions
or inactions.
Our weapons
are infinity, telepathy,
and the frequency of love,
perfect perfection
without compromise,
without fear
of consequences.
Sasquatch RiverMonk 2/22/22
Sasquatch Poem
Conquistadors
by Sasquatch RiverMonk,
Poet in Residence
at the Sasquatch Temple of Myrrh,
Lake Pariseema, Cross Over
Conquistadors
With the electricity of love
that flows through our hearts...
With courage and certainty
in Infinite Spirit…
with benevolent thought
and healing intentions…
With the granting of help
and the spark of compassion…
we create light
to conquer the dark...
Sasquatch RiverMonk 2/6/22
Sasquatch Poem
Intention
by Richard Rensberry
Intention
Thought is not a house
of limitations.
We do not end
at our fingertips
and we can walk
further than our legs
can carry us.
We can see beyond the reach
of our eyesight. We can
hear the bells
that ring the souls of the Sasquatch
and the chants of sweet angels
in the temples of the Universe.
Richard Rensberry 2/3/22
Sasquatch Poem
Peach Pie
by Richard Rensberry
PEACH PIE
The Sasquatch children
bring me peaches
ripe and warmed by the sun.
They bring rain water,
nasturtiums and honey comb.
They leave me a stone
rolling pin, a hollowed stump
with ground kenaf flour
and a huge carved bowl
for mixing fruit,
cinnamon, and cloves.
I heat my stove
to three hundred fifty degrees;
crack an egg of quail
and glaze the crust; then
clove and cinnamon dust
the honied peaches. I bake
and whip fresh sweet cream.
Done, I set the steaming pie
on the kitchen sill to cool. Patiently
I wait for their little feet. I can hear them
whisper as the porch boards creak,
then a giggle and a hand
reaches up
to steal my heart.
8/6/21 Richard Rensberry
Sasquatch Poem
The Mission
by Richard Rensberry
The Mission
by Richard Rensberry 6/23/21
I wake to whispers
from conifer fronds,
feel cool, wet moss
beneath my feet.
Flashes of heat lightning
turn spruces into ghosts
and apparitions of Bigfoot.
There’s a fragrant spice
of honey suckle rose
that tickles my nose. I sneeze,
and the heavens open
wide with the eyes of the night.
“It is time,” A Bigfoot says.
“To escape from your illusion.”
A glowing white owl hoots
backlit by the moon.
It swivels its head
as a chorus of crickets
and tree toads sing. A red fox
bounces from a thicket
and smiles.
The Bigfoot says, “It’s time.
The heart is bigger
and louder than the mind.
Listen, it is the voice
of your conscience awakening.”
A blackbird ‘top a cattail whistles.
Then Dan Ackroyd appears
full of grins and jolly.
He has a look of innocence
and hope written
across his face.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m on a mission from God.”
Sasquatch Poem
The Dance
by Richard Rensberry 6/20/21
The Dance
I have the world
in my hands and soul.
It was gifted to me
in the song of a bluebird.
It was gifted by the wind
to fill the sails in my heart.
It was gifted in fruits
like the apple that blossoms
in the lane near home.
It was gifted in essence
by the lilac and rose.
It was granted by chance
in a dance with Sasquatch…
my precious smiling stone.
Sasquatch Poem
Sleep Little One
by Sasysquatchgirl
Sleep Little One
by Sasysquatchgirl
In this vision I see
This baby…whose soul deep trusting eyes are looking at me
Looking at me with aww and wonder
And I think, how could this be?
This magnificent, magnificent creature
I need to make sure he always stays free
Not an experiment in some sterile cruel cage
Like we’ve done to every other wondrous creature no matter the age
It’s the littlest thing I could do
Because I know what humanity will do to you
Would that I could keep you in your mother’s arms
Safe and loved away from harm
No “I told you so” to the science community
Would ever be worth
Having a young snatched from their momma soon after birth
Feelings are feelings
Love is love
Life is so precious
And fragile like a dove
So sleep little one
Snuggle in tight
Mamma will protect you till the time is right
Maybe someday I’ll see you when I’m wide awake
So you may see what wonder and aww looks my eyes make…
For all the creatures under humanities thumb..
Poem by me copyright 6/21
Piece inspired by the art of Jonathan Dodd #cryptidpoet #monsterwordslinger
You can reach Johnathan Dodd for commissions or to see his other wonderful pieces at:
https://www.jonathandodddraws.com/bio
Sasquatch Poem
The Bigfoot Bet
by Richard Rensberry 6/18/21
The Bigfoot Bet
The world is full of skewed ideas,
third eyes blind, false witnesses
and negative vibes
from those who fear what they can’t comprehend.
It takes denial and a simple mind
to conceive that sasquatch
is simply an ape. If Bigfoot were such
they’d populate our zoos. They’d leave their bones
and scat to the Smithsonian,
pose for photos and care nothing
of being video taped.
Bigfoot is not an ape!
Bigfoot is an enigma,
ancient as the stars
from dimensions unknown. Shapeshifters
that can create and uncreate physically
with their minds. Sasquatch always
finds you, you never find them.
If you naysay, prove it.
The Bigfoot bet
is that you can’t.
Sasquatch Poem Dawn
by Richard Rensberry 6/5/21
Dawn
Today I awoke
in an abyss of bad thinking,
a void fully absent
of the spirit of hope.
The voices of reason
have abruptly gone mute
as if the Sasquatch have sat down to pout.
The portals are closed. Reality
has descended into a pool of uncertainty...
I wade the results.
Then a bird sings
and the horizon smiles with a glimmer of light.
Sasquatch Poem Deliverance
by Brian Bland 3/25/20
Deliverance
When the darkness fell
A small light came on
To remind the night
Of impending dawn
And the promise of something
Not far away
A sliver of hope
Proceeds a new day.
When the darkness fell
A small truth shone bright
To remind the darkness
Of impending light
And the nature of circles
That return to connect
And dream away
Our collective neglect.
When the darkness fell
A small spark shone clear
To remind the darkness
That light cannot fear
Bless the warriors heart
Of those bearing light
Guiding truths vessel
Through a perilous night.
When the darkness fell
A small truth appeared
Born on a tear
Resurrected from fear
With dawns waking promise
To vacate the night
And deliver the darkness
Into the light.
Sasquatch Poems
by Conversations With Sasquatch
author Richard Rensberry
Spear Fisherman
Spring fed McKinley
holds rainbows and browns*
in a bosom of silence
broken only by loons.
….
Big trout slurp
the surface near shore
where Bigfoot stands
dead still as a stork….
….
Richard Rensberry 08/11/19
Author of Conversations With Sasquatch
available on Amazon at:
Wolves Sasquatch Poem
2/21/21
Wolves
You can’t fool a wolf
even with scents
like pine tar or sage
on boot bottoms.
They smell your intent
and perk their ears
at the beat of your heart.
They are the forest’s skin
covered with fur. They are
the howl of the wounded
and the carnivore’s teeth…
but bow to the pet
and coo of Bigfoot.
Richard Rensberry 12/1/20
The Bigfoot Parchments Sasquatch Poem
1/28/21
….
The Bigfoot Parchments
….
There are no hieroglyphs
nor painted rocks in caves;
no fossils of Bigfoot remains.
….
The Bigfoot exist
in the dimension of trees
and speak the language of rivers
and meandering streams.
….
They are seers and poets….
sculptors with gifts
from a world of dreams. They are philosophers
of source. They have deciphered the secrets
of where thoughts were born.
….
I have the parchments to prove it….
the inherent wisdom of their ancient souls,
their knowledge of seeds,
roots, and livingness. They hold the keys
to the holy grail.
….
Richard Rensberry, author of Conversations With Sasquatch
Book 1, The Encounter can be purchased here
Secrets Sasquatch Poem
2/9/21
Secrets
If you believe Sasquatch
to be an animal,
he most likely will accost you.
If your mind is made up
that he smells like a skunk, he’ll blatantly
stink you. If you treat him
like a dumb ass, he’ll deceive
and elude your presence
forever. If you treat him as an equal
he will tell you secrets
of the universe.
Richard Rensberry 11/18/20 Lewiston, Michigan
Author of Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter:
Tea Sasquatch Poem
2/6/21
Tea
From the mighty forest’s
stores of raspberry,
jasmine and dandelion,
Loquiili makes tea.
From the fruits
of pear, sweet apple
and pin cherry,
from the stores of juniper,
rose and burdock,
from the mighty forest’s
kenaf and licorice,
peppermint and chamomile,
sap of maple,
birch and bitters,
Loquiili makes tea.
The Sasquatch sip
and dunk their biscuits.
....
Richard Rensberry 2/6/21
Loquiili- wife of Sasquatch Elder Loquius, from Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter
The Awakening Sasquatch Poem
1/25/21
….
The Awakening
….
The journey
from the beginning
was to begin
our sacred role as caretakers
of life in the forests, of rivers that cleanse
and the seeds that feed us.
It is our duty to imbue
life not death…. to grant sentience
to stone and bird alike. Yes, it is Sasquatch duty
to respect and give space
even to the weasel and snake. But most of all
it is our burden to wake
the human race.
….
Title poem for Book 3 in The Conversations With Sasquatch Series of
Sasquatch novels, The Awakening
….
Book 1, The Encounter is available on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3f2shST
The Forest Sasquatch Poem
1/17/21
The Forest
The tranquil hush
of heavy wet snow, no breeze
in a rush to intrude, just beauty
conceived and born
in the house of the Sasquatch.
Richard Rensberry 1/16/21
Author of Conversations With Sasquatch
The Gift Sasquatch Poem
1/15/21
….
The Gift
….
A stone shaped like a heart
was left on my doorstep.
It came in the night
without fanfare or noise.
It came as a gift
on little feet, by way of the forest
and a child named Pureesis. A princess
of a smitten Sasquatch.
….
Richard Rensberry 10/12/20
Author of Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter
….
Pureesis- daughter of Sasquatch lovers Loquius and Loquiili
smitten- love struck
The Feast Sasquatch Poem
1/11/21
The Feast
When harvests are bountiful
and the horizon glows,
the Sasquatch gather
with fiddles and bows.
They chant and clap
each rhythm and rhyme,
gossip and sip
spiked juice of the lime.
They sing old songs
of passed down soothe….
nurture the hopes
of love struck youth.
They pat sore backs
of friends and foes,
snap their fingers
and tap big toes.
There’s plenty for all
when they stomp their feet,
hoot and holler
to come and eat.
Richard Rensberry 10/02/20 Lewiston, Michigan
soothe- truths
A Spearfish Sasquatch Poem
1/3/21
Spear Fisherman
Spring fed McKinley
holds rainbows and browns*
in a bosom of silence
broken only by loons.
….
Big trout slurp
the surface near shore
where Bigfoot stands
dead still as a stork….
….
Richard Rensberry 08/11/19
*rainbows and browns- two species of trout
A Sasquatch Poem for Christmas
12/21/20
….
Celebration
….
On Christmas Day
put an ear to a maple
or birch and listen…. you’ll hear
the bells of Cross Over ring
through the trees of the forest
where the Bigfoot reign.
….
They are the bells from a hammer
and a chisel on stone, the bells of a miracle
being carved out of bone.
They are the bells of Leeitus
and the bells of Pariseema, the toll
of Awakening in a brand new world.
….
They are the bells of the Elders
from the Temple of Cheer…. the bells of a harkening
and the bells to concur
the best is yet to come.
….
Richard Rensberry 12/21/20
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Cross Over- The Sasquatch world
….
Leeitus- Son of the Elder Sasquatch Loquius
….
Pariseema- Sasquatch center for Ethics and Common Sense
….
Awakening- The Winter Solstice high frequency energy of enlightenment
….
Elders- Council of the Sasquatch Elders who are many thousands of years old
….
Temple of Cheer- Temple located in Pariseema for spiritual celebrations.
My Bigfoot Parchment and
Sasquatch Poetry Book;
The Bigfoot Parchments
is now available on Amazon
The Bigfoot Parchments were given to me during my journey and prolonged stay in Cross Over, the land of the Sasquatch. Rutheeus, Member of the Sasquatch Council of Elders, entrusted me with the Bigfoot knowledge contained in these parchments as a means for helping mankind. The nature of these parchments and their significance to helping mankind is the subject of Book 3, The Awakening, in my Conversations With Sasquatch series of novels. The Bigfoot Parchments delivers the Parchments in the raw along with a store of Bigfoot poems that evolved from my connection to the Sasquatch Council of Elders.
