“Without depth of vocabulary it is difficult to express oneself beyond a superficial scratch of the person you are.” Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™
Month: December 2014
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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
alone.
Bride and Groom
In an ebon
glacial sea
a beautiful jellyfish
quivers and undulates
in a ritual dance, billows
white veils
and intimate lace,
propels
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™
Heaven
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. 
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
Common Sense, Business
“Drug companies are happy to steal your health and your money. It is their model for doing business and creating customers”
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™
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