I can be

subtle and sensitive

and willing to help.  I am

doubtful and fearless

of devils and Hell.  I’m pensive

and friendly

unless you irk me.  I’m carnivorous

and prone to attack.  I can be

slippery as butter.  I am aware

as a bat.  It all depends

on who you ask.

I am disagreeable

unless I agree.  I am formidable

against an enemy.

I blog what I think

and think what I say.  I write

poetry and stories

for love and for play.

I twiddle with strings

in a QuickTurtle Band,

I am Bard of my songs

and lord of my hand.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™

Jalapeño Bowels


Today was a disturbance

of the peace.  It was broken.

Protesters congregated.

Anarchists raised their fists.

The police showed up

with riot gear and teargas

in my head.  Some days are like that.

So much unrest within the boundaries

of our lives.  I want to scream

at the nonsense.  There is too much

shoving and foul language.  It is rude.

Just miserable as the weather.

Irritable as jalapeño bowels.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™

Without You


There is silence and there is silence

of absence.  Silence that is silent

has no weight.  It is brother or sister

to peace.  It is the silence

of a rose or an ocean of poppies.

It is the substance of a dream

without bounds.  It is infinite

trust.  It is true

love for another… in a silence of absence

I would be wanting and scared.

I would be empty.  I would be an echo

or a shadow in which to roam.  In a silence

of absence I’d be


Bride and Groom


In an ebon

glacial sea

a beautiful jellyfish

quivers and undulates

in a ritual dance, billows

white veils

and intimate lace,


her red desire

up into the pale green fire

of icy light… flutters

and shakes, trembles

to embrace her new found mate

for that one

final descent

into the deep…

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™


   If I were the sky

I’d reach into the furthest

reaches of self.  I’d find my center

from which to reach out.

I’d expand and contract, bend

and refract

all the colors of the rainbow.

I’d be the greatest

sculptor of light.  I’d be god’s painter

and spread deep yellows

like butter on dusk, I’d coax mellow mauves

  to spruce up dawn.  IMG_0888 You’d snap my photo

and chase my storms.  At night I would

cradle the moon

and spoon planet mars… I’d fling bright stars

into swirls and arcs.  I’d always be high.

I’d never come down.

I’d never need space to keep me around.

If I were the sky I’d know my worth

If I were the sky I’d make Heaven on Earth.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™

Common Sense, Snake Oil


“Any need for a chemical or drug, be the need be derived via mind or body can be considered an addiction.  Creating that need and addiction is the job of modern day advertisers, kinfolk to the old snake oil salesmen that once sold cure-all elixirs filled with alcohol, opium, heroine, cocaine, etc.  Drug companies spend billions of dollars in advertising annually for the chance to catch you with your eyes closed and your pants down.  Their ads are plastered all over the internet and on TV.  You see them in magazines and on billboards.  Men (presumably with erectile dysfunction) sit around 24/7 thinking up new ads to get you hooked mentally or physically on one of their “products”.  Annually, only a handful of innocent people are killed as a result of police brutality.  The police are kittens and lambs compared to these snake oil crackers.  Drug companies kill thousands upon thousands of innocent people annually with their poisonous elixirs.  If you feel a need to vent your anger, pick a worthy opponent like Phizer.  Or how about Monsanto? Most policemen I have met are great guys and gals.  They are your friends, they’re not your enemy.”

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™

Common Sense, Deluge


Today is a day to make Noah happy.  The ducks are rejoicing along with the geese.  There are night crawlers reveling in the streets and turtles with their eyes to the Heavens. The protesters are all holed up, hiding in their little dark rooms having to wallow in the mire of their discontent.  Good riddance, I say, it’s a beautiful day.  A deluge, tranquillity blessed in a chair on the porch with the rain like Angel’s singing.  A glorious day to wring your thoughts.  Glory to the storm.  Glory to love and my beautiful wife.  I am happy.  I am present and content with the rain.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™

Common Sense, Anarchy 2014

“Freedom of Speech has absolutely nothing to do with the right to promote and carry out anarchy.  The intent of The Constitution is not and never has been anarchism.  These so called “protests” in Berkeley, California are not protests.  They are ANARCHY.  They are the product of anti-social reactionaries without constructive intent.  Their intent is the coercive intent of terrorism.  It is to disrupt and frustrate anyone and everyone into a state of chaos.  They are dragging the last remnants of Freedom three steps backwards against a wall and one step short of a blindfold.  Sooner or later someone is bound to pull the trigger.  If they do, the verdict isn’t going to be in favor of those wearing Anonymous masks and sporting baseball bats.  The verdict will be in favor of the Government.  If you choose to participate in the terrorist ideals of anarchism and die as the result, it’ll be deemed and ruled as suicide in the eyes of  civilized women and men.”

This post is Freedom of Speech.   Coercing someone less intelligent to chain themselves to the railroad tracks is not, it is criminal as the doings of Jim Ward’s character Snidely Whiplash.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™





Snidely Whiplash by Jim Ward