"sasquatch" poems
Along the banks of Lake Shelbyville
That’s what I think of when it’s your birthday
A camp fire burning on a cool April night
We two drinking hot mauled cider
Or better yet “Hornsby’s Draft Cider”
Talking and laughing
Making up parodies
Parodies of Zeppelin and Floyd songs
Listening to the nightingales and the crickets
And watching fire light
That almost appears to be living
Watching slow rolling clouds, and feeling the whispering wind
Rolling in and out and over and under
The engaging light of the moon and stars
And maybe some of our friends were there
And maybe it was only us
Brother and sister
Best friends forever
Retelling stories of our past
Creating memories for our future
Waxing religion and philosophy
Such philistines, think my parents
And your parents don’t get it
And yes we have separate parents
And yes we have the same parents
(Adoption is a funny thing you see)
You are my funny BIG, BIG, BIG brother
Santa Claus, Sasquatch, Cave Man, and Viking
And I am your little crazy sister
Flower Child and Sacagawea
And it is your birthday
And I love you always
Love, Sarah Jane Gillian Tiffany Michelle Whispering Wind Grider Minks Summers Jonathan George Washington Francis Fleming Greenlee Whiter Liston Hall
Aka Awesome Pagan Goddess
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
Nobody got anywhere in this life
throttling bums,
and robbing hotdog vendors,
but a Saquatch eating a knish on top of a flipped bus
is a sight that sticks to the roof of your minds eye.
Let's eat caramel apples down by the seawall,
trade tall tales, and lizard scales,
run for the hills, but settle down in the shadow of the valley.
Prickly pear and agave nectar, nopal cactus fruit,
blended together, you can hardly taste the tequila.
I'll boost you onto the roof, and hand up my guitar,
and you'll help me climb up,
singing and chanting till the sun knocks us off the room,
we'll go pool hopping, with ski masks on,
and steal lawn ornaments,
and eat churros, and drink egg cream.
and kiss under the Brooklyn bridge.
I just gotta go throttle this ***
and rob this hotdog vendor.
If there isn't a sasquatch
I'll be home by the apocalypse.
Then we can get naked,
and set off the sprinkler system,
and dance in the halls.
Until the sun explodes,
and 2+2= 37.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
Aesthetician stares deeply into the center of a tulip
tears stream as we cry
but the earth doesn’t
ethereal spectors flow about religion
Washington did live in
a racecar, palindrome
*** Wisdom!
Meowth! I haven’t since the 90’s had a soul
estaban caresses his lover
his wife prepares
a pineapple
tapeworms infest
****** inside of a colonic protestant
whipped into shapely curves once withheld
by the likelihood ferrari
Pro-lifers are only just a fad or fling
cloudy like the soft color of pink
union between man and *****
Nicole smith I hope you go to
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Awesome is he with a fatty
slimeball
foil wrapped burger
SASQUATCH GONE WORLDWIDE
Santeria love making ends with regret! Nay, Disgust!
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
Over-born and too-
Bright for us treacle-bound.
We'll lay sections
Before us--
But I'm stuck-with-
Sasquatch oaks; --ginkgo golems
If only clouds could lift
The moon which frequents
Venus-speech at night.
Needless for dormant-- endings
We've been untwisting,
Thoughts trapped tightly
In rules-
And it's us again,
That can see or forget the darkness,
When keyboards and pens
Tame the light.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
I don’t know the moment we became friends
I don’t know the moment you transformed from a looming, strong-willed Sasquatch
To a cute ’n’ kind Koala
I’m not sure how you managed that change but I’m glad you did
Not that I’m saying you were the only one to change
Perhaps I was the Sasquatch before and have since softened into a loving Llama or a caring Camel
In any case, it really doesn't matter who did the changing
Just that it happened
That out of all the random connections that could be made
We were challenged to care for each other.
I don’t know what brought us together or why
Maybe it was nature challenging its bounds to see what it could get to fall in love with what
Perhaps it was just us realizing there was a kindred spirit behind all of that bristled Sasquatchian fur
Whatever it was I’m betting God was ultimately behind it
*** He’s legit like that
Honestly though, I’m glad it happened
I’m glad that my view of you changed.
I’m glad that I got to know you.
I’m stoked that we talk and let each other know what’s happening in life.
I rejoice that you were a persistent little Sasquatch when I had written you off.
I’m glad I can call you friend.
I can honestly say that I would take a bullet for you,
That’s right; I’ll be your guard Llama
I would traverse space and time, fight all laws of physics and all the sciences just to make sure you were ok
For you I would find Atlantis,
I’d find the “missing link”
I’d find all the things that are mysterious and leave you puzzling
I’d travel to places that aren't possible to reach simply because people have ceased to believe in them
And make strangers begin to believe again just to make you smile or distract you from the hurt for even a moment
My dear sweet little Sasquatch
I adore you
I treasure you
Couldn't live without you
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
I remember her distinctly,
she wore green flannel & cargo shorts,
Che cap & a stuck sunflower,
her braids exploded from under it.
She was proud of her antler-handled side knife
& jump boots, traipsed around
like she was on the nature boardwalk,
I heard she stalked Sasquatch once.
That girl was
the consummate outdoors woman,
she knew all about trapping,
skinning & first aid,
could make water
spring from the ground.
Her grin was infectious,
a true aura of love hung
like dander around her,
her sensuality screamed
silently from her twinkling eyes,
the color of azure.
I was with her for one summer,
then I moved out of her sacred-valley.
Every time I look at the stars,
I remember her campfires
& the times we spent
at Moondipper
in each others arms
tasting marshmallows.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
I'm a dark and twisted guy
Who wants to shred El Burnside
With a bullet shot by *******
Like Erik Clapton best said it.
I'm on the Dark Side of the Moon
Smoking Pink Floyd listening to Cudders
Smoke anything to hyphen my mood
I'm a conartist who laughs at everyone's misadventures
But cries when something bad happens to my ancestors.
I listen to psychedelic music to put me on the Devil's Swing....so I can let my soul and spirit sleep.
A dose of ecstasy in any given music festival.
Sasquatch! Lollapalooza, a river dressed as an animal.
But I'm acting like a citizen of planet Jupiter.
Because of the way I've been living.......
I can't get any stupider.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
Sasquatch stalking woods
Glimpsed never ensnared
Homonids beauty of elusiveness
Ancestral biped prints
Folklore, hoax , unhindered
ages devoid evidence
Bristly forest devil
Conclusively confirmed
ancient Polar Bear
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
I know a place
A place of beauty
A place of serenity
A place which offers clarity
Salmon flock here
Bears feed here
Sasquatch wanders here
...Maybe
Among the redwoods
Ample and pure
Holding centuries
Of memories
Rising high
Up into the sky
I lie in wonder
The beauty taking me asunder
And under
In a feeling of awe
Mary Jane thrives here
Mushrooms thrive here
Men live here
But one thing rises above the rest
Of course...
You know...
You"ll see...
The beauty is breathtaking
All this I've come to know
In Humboldt County
Where the tall trees grow
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
Sometimes I imagine
Sasquatch on my porch;
A watchman
For my home.
Eyes open wide-
-He peers down the road,
Making sure
We are safe.
From the break of dawn
To streetlights turning on
Sasquatch tarries.
Always watching.
He sees the deer;
He sees the neighbors;
He sees the mouse
Running from her car
To beneath our deck
Where he stands;
But Sasquatch
Does not stop him.
He just stands there
Watching,
Waiting,
Staring down the street...
Hoping
-Maybe one day
He will come alive
To stop the mouse.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
We are sorry but the physical(campus) flat earth school is closed on account it was pushed over the edge of the Earth by 5 sasquatch(bigfeets, squatches, skunk apes), a wooly mammoth, and Mothman. We asked superman for help but he was in physics class on another planet.
Just read this and we will send your PHD. Congrats!
fill my feet with air
put me on a square
use our soles for patches
i think we make great matches
how's a compass work?
what's a compass for?
what's another dimension?
what's behind this door?
get me off this plain
toxify my brain
use our bones as easels
paint pictures of the weasels
how's a paintbrush work?
what's a canvas for?
what is inner descension?
who's inside that door?
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des·cen·sion
/dəˈsenSH(ə)n/
noun
1.
an act of moving downward, dropping, or falling.
"a smooth descension back down"
2.
a flock of woodpeckers.
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
My brother
Once tiny and small
Grew over night
I nicknamed him Sasquatch
‘cause he’s so hairy and tall
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
Adam4's acquaintances who frequent
Foxholes as salivary soliloquy,
Usually suspected no second helpings
A dim ambience for an active bedroom
On battery powered candles
Concorde lighting
The carpet's edges chewed thin
Receding hairlines
And he uses me as bait..?
Our neglected puppy's teething
Nesting under California
King Mojo's hollowed cushions
Keeps him gnawing these nights
Misters and oil burners
I was mistaken, there are those
That revisit--reacquainted with him,
Must of shared a Starbucks,
As his Sasquatch hands
Rub wet platinum on his old fellow
Bears and their Cubs
Silicon smooth pets, house boys
Fished from the deep web,
Plagiarizing with their eyes the pleasures
Of Eurocreme
Bare back dreams, hours heave
The subtitled felatio scenes
I tell the old man, they only ***
After and mostly when
Most of the guest leave,
There is one hovering quick
To accommodate his
Ginger manly girth
I'll be out in the smoking section
At the side of the house
Through the slider door
From off the kitchen dining area
Where he had once
Replaced the table with billiards
For a Lenny and his troop...
His Samsung vibrates every time
I take a five to breathe
Chain smoke and self defocations grief
He posts another ad.
If only you heard
The vagrant shout
A banchee in my skull
For these off the street urchins
Plugged in to the internet's latest
For a place to squat
For winter will be cold
For them to just
****** off
And here I go again,
Assuming that these were decent folk
Come for the holidays
Between taint and pocket rocket
Wallets drain
When one lets the desperate
Indigents
Free range...
"What's there for dinner?"
**** chicken heads again?
Same ole same old dope...
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
It's official,
Summer's started
And with all the wind out of my sails
I am prepared to travel across the ocean
If anything has changed,
I don't even know
That wasn't for poetic effect
I really don't.
Let's speak honesty:
I have no idea where I am in life right now
Give me five years, and I guarantee
I still won't know.
God only knows what's happening
And I'm happy, but **** am I tired.
Things happen for a reason, and know that
I'm really ok. Like, really really ok.
I think.
I've been playing poker about every night
But I've been playing alone
It's weird, I mean, I'd relate it to solo-sex
It gets the point across, but it doesn't make you feel less alone.
I tried to spend as much money as I'd allow myself
Shop therapy
Drop stacks of $5's on the counter
Like quantity over quality
Let's Venture, brothers, to foreign lands
And let monarchs dance across our fingers
We can meet Sasquatch, Speedy, and I'll be your number 24
Now let's be dramatic:
I'll ******* die... well, don't we all eventually?
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
It was some moment
Some insignificant passing of time
That changed everything
The exact moment so insignificant
Neither of us took notice
A snowflake melting on strands of hair
A suspended rain drop
It was there
And had we been looking for it
Would have discovered it
But we lived in the moment
Swallowing each experience whole
So as to map them into our bones
To pull them into our DNA
No faulty synapses to lose them
But in that insignificant moment
Significant things changed
I became yours
To guard and guide
Sasquatch in the perfect forested glen
And you became mine
To care for and calm
An alien in the ne'er reaches of space
In that insignificant moment
We grew
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
I wrote a letter once, a letter for my mom
it was filled with deep emotion, a letter for the strong!
"A developing girl growing in all places, boys constantly attacking cruelty on their faces. Sasquatch, big foot, gorilla they taunted, a poor vulnerable developing girl they haunted.
popular girls: you're dark ugly and fat
popular boys: mustache unibrow, why you look like that?!?
silently she wiped her tears every day & every night, her heart in constant pain, her brain slowly giving up the fight. laughing & smiling while dark thoughts took over her brain; drown yourself, hang yourself, hurry before you go insane. its finally her breaking point goodbye & farewell to all, she sits to write her letter to explain it all!"
I wrote a letter once, & stuck it between my bears
I hugged my mom so tight, she never knew it was my farewell!
"I parted from her loving arms trying no to cry
she handed me a positive test, I knew it wasn't my time!
I promise to love you and protect you from everything that is bad, I'm going to be the best big sister any brother could ever have! I grabbed that letter, you know the letter full of pain, I threw that letter to the trash, had to be love on the brain!"
I wrote a letter once, a letter for my mom to read
it never got delivered, for a special baby brother seemed to intervene!
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
he swore it was Sasquatch
who mauled him at his camp
when the last logs were but
hissing embers in his pit
others spotted them
in the Ouachitas--a pastor, constable
and my own son, likely high on hash,
said he heard Bigfoot's heavy rumbling
in a light rain
I was the doc on call,
when the man's pick up rolled to a dead stop
at the ER door--addled, he swore the beast
brought him to us, without ever having
been in his truck's cab
I hadn't seen such lacerations
except when self induced, but the man
did not waver from his story:
at quarter past four
on the clock, he was flung, down bag
and body both, into the deep snow
the creature made entreaties without words,
but his wild, sour moans, the man proclaimed, may
have been nothing but the beast begging to be left
alone to remain a mystery
one never solved,
kept alive around other’s fires,
by those who did not let them wane,
who fed the blaze and kept it roaring,
to keep the beast at bay
yet invisible, but alive another day
just beyond the fires' searching light
silent, eternal in the mythic night
Sasquatch, Sasquatch
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I sit
Slowly collecting my surroundings
Grasping my circumstance
Letting the emotions of the room
Awaken reactions in me
I've always been emotionless
Living through instinct
You can see exactly what I feel
I don't hide it
Or fight to conceal it
I am plain
And obnoxious at times
Like an animal
Not yet understood
Perhaps I am the long awaited Sasquatch
And I've yet to be noticed
As a child I thought
I was an ape child
Because I wanted to be
Revered
And studied
I wanted the world
To take notice of me
But now
20some odd years down the road
Here I sit
Death has not stopped for me
Health has not left my side
Intelligence comes and goes as he sees fit
And the world
Doesn't know I exist
Would they even notice my disappearance
As I sit here
Chained by imagination
Watching his blades gleam
I wonder
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
1.
Sasquatch stalks
the Washington woods.
I lope through low-lying
bushes in search of huckleberries.
The purple-reddish stains on my fingers
are as real
as the grumbling in my stomach,
or the solidity of these mighty pines.
The “small rain” begins to seep
through the atmosphere.
It will not wash away my stains.
2.
I do not believe in Big Foot.
He towers, an outsized legend of the forest.
A Nessie of the woodlands.
A mythical creature created
to satisfy our impoverished imagination,
atrophied by the ever-encroaching
artifice and sterility of the human world.
3.
Soon, the mist turns to big rain.
Clouds blot out the sky.
Dusk turns to night, hours early.
Thoroughly soaked, I
will seek shelter alone.
4.
Mountain folk recite encounters
with Big Foot like happy-to-be-frightened
children around a campfire.
The scariest tale is always the next to come.
Twigs snap, branches break, pine cones are crushed.
We all listen, acutely alert.
5.
Gorged on huckleberries, I will sleep tonight
beneath the pines, solitary,
curling up safely in the contours
of a giant footprint.
I can hear the leaves hit the forest floor.
Dare I dream of conversion?
Dare I dream of belief?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Why do we have to live here?
Your like brain damaged & you don't even drink beer.
Why are you so mental?
You continue to pay for this piece of **** rental.
The kitchen sink & refrigerator leaks.
Just like your bladder the toilet you can't reach.
The bathroom sink is clogged with sasquatch hair.
But you don't seem to give a **** or even care.
For 10 years the toilet hasn't flushed.
Your hair is never washed or brushed.
You love the filth & stench.
You are a crazy *****
You smell like the bums on a park bench.
Everything is broke.
Your life as a slob is a joke.
I wish you would die & croak.
Your a miserable old *****
A backstabbing, two faced, heartless witch.
Does your life have an off switch?
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Can you please stop touching my stretch marks
or the new ones that form whenever I lose or gain a pound
Stop telling me my ******* are too small
and that I should save up all my money to get them done bigger
That my ***** is so round that I knock everything over when I walk
or that my belly is A ******* BELLY
Can you please stop telling me that I need to constantly wax all the hairs from my face because once someone sees a little whisker on my upper lip I'm suddenly Sasquatch, and no guy wants to be with someone like that
Can you please stop telling me that I can never ever wear nice clothes skinner girls wear, and that looks matter all the time
Please don't tell me about how I should fall in love because last time I checked race, or age, or height, or weight, or money hasn't been proven to cause eternal happiness
Can you please stop telling me that whenever I try something new, that everyones laughing at me
Because I know they are
I've always known
You can't stop people from making fun of others
You can't stop them from gossiping, calling someone fat, or ugly or whatever they may be thinking
But you CAN stop yourself
Somedays I just wanna hear how good I look in that dress because it took me 20 minutes to leave the house after I was already late for class because I was so worried my arms were too fat
Or that the really handsome and smart athletic guy IS interested in someone like me because of how much I shine because of my soul
Can you please tell me that you can at least try to see the beauty in me
Because if you can't, and I can't, who ever will?
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Do you want to know a secret
& can you keep one,
'cause I've got a story to tell,
it's so mysterious,
it will make your
imagination run wild.
I certainly can't
reveal it all on paper,
then it wouldn't be secret,
but I can give you
a few clues sweetness.
I can tell you about
Sasquatch & Atlantis
& the dark side of the moon
just for starters.
I'll even throw in
the pyramids & Jimmy Hoffa
for a treat, but
it's my heart that melts
when our eyes meet,
when our lips touch,
that's hard to keep quiet.
Sssshhhhhh, please kiss me darling.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
Myth of dense forest terrain
anomaly creature, inexplicably inane
8ft grizzly humanoid primate
resides in queer & eerie climates
emanating the putrid stench of death
Its' presence will have you gasping for breath.
Strange disturbances in electric fields,
the camera glitches, recording squeals...
in the distance, a blood-curdling roaring howl
that even silences the consistent night owl
midnight in a forest cabin; awake with dread
as the Sasquatch peers through the window
across your bed.
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
Finding Bigfoot
Call it Bigfoot or Sasquatch or Yeti
Either way it describes a big hairy beast
There’s one thing for sure I know
If he does exist, I wish not to be his feast
Be it Legend or a myth
It still sends a chill down my spine
I shiver thinking of being face to face
My dilemma would be genuine
Why do people go in search of
Is it for their own peace of mind
If the day ever comes to be
We may not like what we find
Are we expecting a hug and a kiss
When we finally find he does exist
I would think he would simply
Just tear us to bits
I think that if I ever did see one
I would try to stealthy leave as pussyfoot
Knowing for sure Sasquatch or Yeti I don’t
Want to be the one finding Bigfoot
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 10/19/2018
All rights reserved
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
If I didn't love the privilege of fatherhood
I swear I would go off grid
and disappear deep into the forests
and become a sasquatch
with tiny feet
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC