
May good nurture the bountiful and the bountiful will nurture you.
The giving earth,
the giving sun,
the giving rain
the giving sum
of hands and hearts together.

I think of my enemies like a toothache, bothersome yes, but sometimes they can be inspirational like a sharp stick in the eye or a joke that makes me rock and roll with laughter. Poetry is my medicine. Monday Poetry can be the stick or the joke. All depends.
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If I were a tombstone,
I’d stand erect
atop your grave.
I’d mark your death
and bear your name,
chiseled deep
across my chest.
I’d wear your epitaph
like a black tattoo.
If I were a tombstone
my face would gleam
in a beam of sunlight.
I’d look at you
and feel nothing but stone.
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If I were an onion
I’d get in your face.
I’d burn your heart
and spit in your eye.
If I were an onion,
I’d make you cry.
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If I were a democrat
I ‘d be on drugs
like Abilify, Zyprexa
or Clozapine. I’d
promote schizoprenia.
I’d get in line
to get my jabs,
flu and otherwise.
I’d drink martinis
like Nancy Pelosi
and act real dumb
like AOC. If I were a democrat
I’d need Google
to inform me
of my gender.
I’d hail Zelensky
and honor the misled
like Alex Pretti,
Tyler Robinson
and Renee Nicole.
If I were a democrat
I’d be a puppet
for a protest.

When a poet writes, the world listens. In fact, the Universe has eyes, ears and a heart filled with poetry.
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Repute
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Too many poems
wear esoteric shoes.
They conspire
with the literary elite
and tout
distinguished pedigrees
like Harvard or Berkeley.
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Poems that run barefoot
immersed in life,
emerge hand written
from farmers, nurses
and proprietors of truth.
They can illuminate places
the intellect seldom goes.
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The heart is simple
and mostly straightforward.
Like the Shoshone the say:
some people are smart but not wise;
and the Sasquatch teach:
ignorance and stupidity cannot see themselves.
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This Monday Poetry for April 13, 2026 is Close Your Eyes, Open Wide. (Not to be taken literally).
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Doctor’s Visit
Close your eyes, open wide
take your medicine.
Have faith in science,
blind or otherwise;
for Science is God.
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Get in line, get injected.
Get measured. Get tested.
You are full of germs,
viruses and infectious,
so close your eyes, open wide
take your medicine.
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Cancer is coming
to a theatre near you.
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This tragic poem speaks to devastating cause of ice storms in Michigan. We just got federal money from the last one and here we go again.
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Geo Engineering is real.
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More poetry by Michigan Poet Richard Rensberry.
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