Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry
Presents
Bigfoot Poem
The Meadowlark
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry
Presents
Bigfoot Poem
The World of Light
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 1/11/22
The World of Light
A mountain of thanks
goes out to the forest,
to the watchful eye
of the owl, to the stealth
of the fox and the pounce
of the cougar. You teach us
the ways of the warrior
and guide us through the dark
into the world of light.
A river of praise
flows over the boulders
and into the lakes.
Our gratitude is sky
and the sun our embrace.
Our promise is the bond
between wolf and Bigfoot,
our voice is the wind
and song of the sparrow.
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry
Presents
Bigfoot Poem
The Well
The Well
The heart is a magical place…
it is the home to angels
and the domain of violins,
it is the songstress of hope
and the truth of man, the mighty, mighty well
from which love and joy have sprung.
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 1/7/22
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
Peach Pie
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 9/6/21
Peach Pie
The Sasquatch children
bring me peaches
ripe and warmed by the sun.
They bring me rain water,
nasturtiums and honey comb.
They leave me a stone
rolling pin, a hollowed stump
with ground kenaf flour
and a huge 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 window sill to cool. Patiently
I wait for their little feet. I can hear them
whisper as the porch boards creak,
then giggle and a hand
reaches up
to steal my heart.
Richard Rensberry, author of Conversations With Sasquatch
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
Blood Stones
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 8/27/21
Big Creek Blood Stones
At the heart of good intentions
the Sasquatch leave bloodstones.
These gems are brothers
to the forests and sisters to the rivers
that run through them. They are cleansed
by the hands of the worthy
and kissed by the mouth
of fate. They are gifts
from our Bigfoot friends
from the other side.
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
The Mission
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 8/27/21
The Mission
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 fragrance
of honeysuckle 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 Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
Throw Stones
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 8/20/21
THROW STONES
Like all free beings
the sasquatch keep an eye on their enemies;
Anthony Fauci and Bill Gates fill that bill.
And today the portals are closed.
Those that came yesterday
have nothing to do
but toss pebbles and fuzz photos.
It’s just a silly game to pass the time.
But be careful, Bigfoot can throw stones
two hundred forty miles per hour;
if they so choose. Joe Biden
doesn’t have a clue
of what’s waiting on the other side.
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
The Language of Stones
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 7/12/21
The Language of Stones
In the center of the circle
is where the Sasquatch sit…
and like the sun
their heart is a source
of warmth and light.
Compassion exists.
And fun. A humor
that speaks through the glyphs
and stones they leave
on my porch. A language
of empathy, telepathy
and trust.
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
The Bigfoot Bet
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 7//21/21
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
to conceive that sasquatch
is simply an ape. If Bigfoot were such,
they’d populate our zoos. They’d leave their bones
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 Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
Spear Fisherman
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, The Encounter and Book 2 Cross Over
The Encounter available on Amazon at:
Cross Over available on amazon at:
*rainbows and browns- two species of trout
Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
presents
Bigfoot poem,
The Bee Keeper
Bee Keeper
From flowers to bees
laden with pollen,
the woodlands are blessed
with hollow tree nests
and underground combs
of lip licking best
honey. Honey
is currency
in the Bigfoot bank.
Honey buys passion
and honey buys thanks.
Honey gives Bigfoot
bee keepers rank.
From the wildest blossoms
of pink and red rose,
to the bumble of bees
and the caw of the crows,
the forest is Bigfoot
bee keeper’s gold.
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry
Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry Presents Bigfoot Poem
The Awakening
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
by Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry.
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