A Message From the Other Side

BIGFOOT PARCHMENT # 23  PATIENCE

This is a planet

where souls got dumped

and lost forever; rebels, artists and the malcontent.

We seldom get along.

We invented war and politics.

The Sasquatch watch, wait

and shake their heads.  They transmigrate

out of their dimension 

into this world of deep dark shit…

and mind-speak to us few that will listen.

I’ve been informed,

Patience is a virtue until it ain’t.”  

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Richard Rensberry, author of the Conversation With Sasquatch series of books.

Peach Pie

PEACH PIE

           by Conversations With Sasquatch Author Richard Rensberry

The Sasquatch children

bring me peaches

ripe and warmed by the sun.

They bring rain water,

nasturtiums and honey comb.

They leave me a stone

rolling pin, a hollowed stump

with ground kenaf flour 

and a huge carved 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 kitchen sill to cool.  Patiently 

I wait for their little feet.  I can hear them

whisper as the porch boards creak,

then a giggle and a hand

reaches up

to steal my heart.  

                     7/23/21 Richard Rensberry

More Bigfoot poetry can be found at:

https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com/sasquatch-poems.html

Sasquatch Thumb Stone

Many gifts from the Sasquatch come,

and this is a thumb stone.

It is something to think on

and a measure of patience.

It is a vessel that carries

the beauty of trust, first in oneself

and then in another.  It is a guide

from the dark to the light.

Richard Rensberry author at https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com 

In Defense of Dr. Seuss (Screw the Hortons that Can’t Hear the Who)

In Defense of Dr. Seuss (Screw the Hortons that Can’t Hear the Who)

Now it looks

that even books

are getting frisked, shackled and hand-cuffed

like common crooks.  Dr. Seuss

so filled with love, help and truth

has been banned and usurped

by Nazi hooks.  It is woke-ism

and toke-ism for dummies. 

No more chirp and burp

nor gizmo by baptismo.  

No more girls and boys

in separate locker rooms.  No more gender

toys like dolls, trucks or guns.

No Peter, no Paul, no John, just Buzz

words and phrases

like white erasers on a blackboard.  

                      Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books

Sasquatch Celebration

….       

Celebration

….

On Christmas Day

put an ear to a maple

or birch and listen…. you’ll hear

the bells of Cross Over ring

through the trees of the forest

where the Bigfoot reign.

….

They are the bells from a hammer

and a chisel on stone, the bells of a miracle

being carved out of bone.

They are the bells of Leeitus

and the bells of Pariseema, the toll

of Awakening in a brand new world.

….

They are the bells of the Elders

from the Temple of Myrrh…. the bells of a harkening

and the bells to concur

the best is yet to come.  

….

                                      Richard Rensberry  12/21/20

                                      Author of Conversations With Sasquatch

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….

Cross Over-  The Sasquatch world

….

Leeitus-  Son of the Elder Sasquatch Loquius

….

Pariseema- Sasquatch center for Ethics and Common Sense

….

Awakening-  The Winter Solstice high frequency energy of enlightenment

….

Elders-  Council of the Sasquatch Elders who are many thousands of years old 

….

Temple of Myrrh-  Temple located in Pariseema for spiritual celebrations.  

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

             available on Amazon at:

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             or

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*rainbows and browns-  two species of trout   

Friends

….

At the source of all

is purity, cleaver little miracles

in the puzzle of creation.

…..

The river is one.

It lives for the future

and never looks back

at what it’s done.

….

Another is winter.

It bears perseverance 

and always looks ahead

to the beauty of spring. 

…. 

Yet another is the sky

deciding to be infinite.

And the wind.  God’s music

to my Sasquatch friends.  

….

                 Richard Rensberry  4/7/19

                 Author of Conversations With Sasquatch  

                 available on Amazon at:

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                or

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The Portal

The Portal

There’s an anomaly

where the compass fails

in the old woods

near Big Creek.  North ain’t north

and south ain’t south.  East and west

get flipped on their heads.

I, who never gets lost

got lost here…. where the water runs 

backwards, then repeats itself

over and over

like a line in a song.

It’s where the hairs

on your neck get tickled….

where your mouth grows dry

and you hold your breath.

It is the longitude

and latitude of Bigfoot—

my Sasquatch friend.  

Richard Rensberry 3/12/20

Author of Conversations With Sasquatch available on Amazon:  

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Caterpillar Dreams

I emerged from a cocoon and flew away.  But, I have returned today with all of my legs moving.  It is raining and I was dreaming I should stop by to say hi.  Hi, there.  May your wings take you beyond your dreams.

 

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Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books

Billboard Ravens

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“I can’t wait until I am reincarnated as a human being,” said a talkative raven.   He was sitting with twenty of his pals on a Burger King billboard overlooking a Tennessee freeway. 

The raven next him chuckled sarcastically, “To be a truck driver, I suppose?  How profound!”

“Probably thinks he’d have the where-withal for that yellow Mercedes and that hot chick behind the wheel,” another raven squawked. Continue reading