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Like a Sharp Stick in the Eye

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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

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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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Close Your Eyes, Open Wide

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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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Extraterrestrials Shatter the Windows to our Soul

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Life can change in an instant, especially when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.

For some of us, it’s a spiritual epiphany, for others it can be an occluded blackout.

In our physical universe as we know it, life begets death. Death begets life. That is our physical dimensional reality.

We exist in other dimensions as well as our existence on the physical plane, and thus the life death cycle so engrained into our reality is quite frankly, an illusion. The physical body dies, but the non physical body persists to reincarnate into the physical or live in another dimension altogether. Past life memories are now common place and electronically verifiable.

As my poem depicts, I have experienced other dimensions and have certainty that we have not been alone on this planet from its inception. Humanity is just one dimension of many that co-exists on this one physical plane we call Earth. There are three trillion planets extrapolated to exist just in the milky way alone. Just one of those planets has enough dimensions to make our heads spin. Dimensions and life in the Milky Way?

Even among our species their are many universes not containable within the confines of time and space. Extraterrestrials exist without our agreement. We are phenomenon but not the only ones. Any argument to the contrary is an impossibility so great that, yes, it is impossible. I have been there and have experienced when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.

Just like humanity, in that experience, I am not alone.

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Cross Over

There exists a world

few have ever seen.  Those that have

are awe struck… completely

turned inside out and upside down

within the realm of what is

and what isn’t.  They instantly know

Extraterrestrials exist, that there 

is no such thing as “death”,

just a soft but vibrant susurrus

from the heart of creation, from the all

of existence, from the very beginning

before the beginning began.  They behold

God is what God is, indescribable

in indefinable terms, incomprehensible

as the all-ness of is-ness

or the everything of forever-ness 

where the essence of man has always been.

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Book 2 in my Conversations With Sasquatch book series Cross Over

Tragic Poem Speaks to Devastating Cause of Ice Storm

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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.

The Wild Canary Children’s Book

Monday Poetry March 2, 2026

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Touch and Grace

If I Were hand,

I could smooth a crease

from your worried face.  I could

grasp what you hate

and hold it away

out of your reach.  I could

glide you across the kitchen floor

while Neil Young strums his blue guitar.

If I were a hand, I’d touch your waist.

I’d caress your cheek with touch and grace.

I’d pull you close and never let go.

If I were a hand, I’d lift your soul.

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The Vision and Sanctuary

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Seeds

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At sunrise

came Walking Tree

bearing the fruits

of life, the gifts

from generations

of the divine.

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I am honored

to receive,

and I am blessed

to give

the knowledge

of the earth

and skies.

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I bequeath

the sun’s liniment

and the tree’s

shredded bark

for healing.

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I bow

in my thankfulness.

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I bring seeds

from the future

that exists in

the generous,

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in the vision

and the sowing

of the precious

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from the beginning

and the end of night.

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Richard Rensberry, Author of “Sanctuary”, to coming to Amazon Books in the Autumn of 2026

Innocent Moments: A Poetic Reflection

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Innocence

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The sound of children

comes in swells

like the sea… I love

how they fill the emptiness and silence

with their unfettered selves, how

they interact and fly

with the spirit of kites

and the gulls foray.. how the clouds

pile in the distance and sit

cotton candy pink and purple

as bruises on the horizon.

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“I Wish I Could” children’s book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1940736471