Thursday, December 31, 2020
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Friday, December 25, 2020
Thursday, December 24, 2020
Thursday, December 17, 2020
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Monday, December 14, 2020
Sunday, December 13, 2020
Friday, December 11, 2020
Wednesday, December 9, 2020
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
One Immortal Prince
“One Immortal Prince by Maisie Aletha Smikle
One Prince comes
Born in a stable
An army He did not bring
Throngs and arms He had none
Alone on a colt He comes
Humble and filled with Peace
One Prince comes to save the world
To save generations and spread goodwill
To save billions a Prince came
So people may abide in peace
All hail the Prince
The Prince of Glory
A Prince Immortal
Filled with holy power
Full of might
So fair and so bright
Like the stars
He shone
Radiant as the sun
Is the Son who comes on a colt
They call Him Emmanuel
They call Him Messiah
They call Him Rabbi
They call Him Savior
They call Him Prince
They call Him King
They call Him Master
They call Him Jesus
They call Him Christ Son of God
Prince of the Kingdom of everlasting Peace
Redeemer and Savior who makes completely whole
A world of shattered disheveled pieces”
―
Monday, December 7, 2020
Saturday, December 5, 2020
Thursday, December 3, 2020
You
“You by Maisie Aletha Smikle
You are loved
You are precious
You are marvelous
You are original
You are one of one kind
You cannot be cloned
You cannot be another
Only you can be you
No one can be you except you
Every nucleus fiber and muscle
Were weaved together by the Creator
In the shelter of the womb you were placed to grow
From cells you miraculously multiplied
Into organs tissues and bones according to the Master Plan
According to the Original Blue Prints
You were given finger prints like no other
You are indeed special
Not made in a hurry
Only two were made in a day
Neither of the two were you
God took months to mold you
Because you are undoubtedly special
You might get no visits
You might get no gifts
You might get no cards
You might get no wishes
You might get neither cash
You might get neither kind
Remember your gift of Life
More precious than coins silver and gold
God gave the gift of Life to you
Every single day you get this gift
You are indeed loved
To have been given the most precious gift of all
An incomparable gift like no other
A gift that's larger than wealth and treasure”
―
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
Pinky Pig
“Pinky Pig by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Pinky pig is big
Pinky wears no wig
Pinky likes to wallow
Pinky’s wallow makes her cotton white hair butter yellow
The butcher comes calling
Pinky started bawling
I ain't your bacon
I ain't your ham
I ain't no steak
I ain't no loin called Sir
Am just a pig
Called Pinky
Don't use me for steak
I take too long to bake
Am not fit for a cake
My life is at stake
But all you need is steak
Steak rare
Steak medium
Steak well done
See I ain't none
I ain't rare
I ain't medium
I ain't well done
It's the season
To be butchered and eaten
But I ain't your steak to bake
Am just Pinky the pink pig”
―
Monday, November 30, 2020
Rosebush
“Rosebush by Maisie Aletha Smikle
I am a flower
I am a thorn
I am beautiful
I am ugly
I can make you happy
I can make you sad
I can make you smile
I can make you cry
A rosebush I am
With aromatic titillating fragrances
Scented to warm the heart
And stimulate the senses
Like a coat of many colors I come
Adorned with needle sharp thorns
Designed to prick and puncture
For natural therapeutic acupuncture
My thorns the Master carried on His head
That pricked Him sore till He bled
A crown of rosebuds was withheld
A crown of thorns was used instead
Lovely beautiful prickly rosebush
Designed by God the Father
With thorns to make its stalks complete
Without which the rosebush would be incomplete
If one desires a rosebush
Be prepared for the thorns
For a rose is not a rose
Without its prickly thorns
The rosebush endowed
With its attributes intricately woven
Has proven not to deceive
But to intrigue mesmerize and hypnotize”
―
Thursday, November 26, 2020
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Angry Birds
“Angry Birds by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Angry birds from whence does your anger come?
Who taught toothless birds to chirp like mad dogs and hiss like rattle snake?
Did their anger come from the eggs from which they were hatched?
Did their anger come from an envious psychotic owner?
Who was envious of the birds' sweet dispensation
And went on a selfish rampage
Converting birds dogs chickens and cats into insanity
With no regard for animals or humanity
Sweet gentle toothless birds
Converted into rambling mad dogs
Barking and howling at nothing and at everything
Annoying even the quiet ants
Oh sweet gentle birds
Filled with toxic angry madness
Don't disturb the sleeping ants
Or the living who rest in peace
Ramble at the cemetery
You have killed them with your rambling noise
Now they lie six feet under
Thanking God they are not up yonder
To hear such despicable rambling
Who placed angry birds in tree tops?
Who placed angry birds on window sills?
With the intention to kill
The quiet holy spirit
And things gentle and quiet
Oh sweet gentle birds
They have stolen your melodious melody
They have envied your charm
They have envied your quiet beauty
And have converted you into angry birds to kill the calm
And the imperishable precious beauty of quiet tranquility”
―
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Beauty and the Beasts
“Beauty and the Beasts
1 Peter 3:3
Do not let your adorning
be external—the braiding of hair,
the wearing of gold,
or the putting on of clothing—
External beauty is
wearing nice clothes,
gold and lovely braids.
But inner beauty is what
God treasures which is a quiet
and gentle countenance.
1 Peter 3:4
But let your adorning
be the hidden person of the heart
with the imperishable beauty of a
gentle and quiet spirit, which in
God's sight is very precious.”
―
Friday, November 20, 2020
Flower Beds
“Flower Beds by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Flower beds in a row
Like tic toc toe
Spread the mulch
Pluck the weeds and mow
Water the flower beds
And flowers will bud
Colorful blooms
All season long
Welcome the sunshine
From heaven’s furnace
Anchored far up in the sky
Gentle rays beam from up above
A round ball of fire way up in the sky
Always suspended in the anchored sky
Shines its radiant beams from way up high
Warming the sprouting flower beds
Sunlight Moonlight Starlight
Warm gentle and bright
Make the flower beds bright
Glowing softly in the night
Thanks for the moon
Thanks for the stars
Thanks for the sun
Thanks for the soft radiant beams of light
That make the flower beds beautiful and bright
In colorful shades of red
Yellow orange black pink
Purple green and white
In the blooming flower bed
Sat a rabbit called Skip
Watching the horizon as the circle of fire slowly dip
Diving slowly into the ocean deep”
―
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Life's Path
“Life's Path by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Life is a path we must travel
Life is a book we must read
Your path is yours
My path is mine
Imaginary paths they are
Carved for all
Some paths are long
Some paths are short
Along our paths we must go
To reach the end we must
Paths may be rocky
Paths may be paved
Paths may have detours
Paths may have cul-de-sacs
Turn around at the cul-de-sacs
Re-route at the detours
For on your path you must return
Don't hurry to reach the end
Don't stop at the path's bend
That is not where it ends
Along the path may be thieves
Lurking waiting to steal
What you have gathered and accumulated
And saved along life's journey
Along life's path may be starving vultures
Hoping for misfortunes
Hovering for carcasses
Hawking distractions hoping for destruction
Along life’s path may be good Samaritans
Wishing and hoping for the very best
To succeed at the Creator's tests
And hoping always you’d be at your utmost best
Along life’s path there is One
Who wants to accompany you
Take Him with you
Til your journey ends”
―
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
The End of What Begun
“The End of What Begun by Maisie Aletha Smikle
All that begun
Have spun
Time has come
Thread is always broken at the end
Teeth clatter
Fowls flutter
All that matter
Went clitter clatter
Mountains shuddered and fled
To roaring river beds
Valleys climbed up instead
Rocks flew topsy turvy hitting everybody's head
Trees took refuge in caves
Sparrows flew by and waved
Bringing news of a tidal wave
Into caves splashed the waves
Caves caved in
And there was no inn
The inns caved in
And waves dived in
Grasping tree trunks
Carried by the waves
Floating on the ebb of the tide
Animals and all glide and took a ride
A ride to hide from an end
Which has come
For what had begun
Has spun reaching it's broken end”
―
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Ocean
“Ocean by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Lovely beautiful blue ocean
From whence did you come?
The earth you have graced
Creatures you have embraced
A home you have been to many
The great black whale
Fishes and eels
Corals and reefs
Oh from whence did you come?
Oh great vast wide ocean
Enough raindrops could not fill the ocean’s basin
Neither melted snow or hail
From whence did all the salt come?
To season water so vast
Just in the right portion
Neither tasteless or too salty
Water that never depletes
Dissipate or evaporate
Since the world began
Water that is always tasty
No matter the amount
Of tasteless crystal raindrops
That is added to the ocean’s wide basin
It’s always seasoned just right
Not too salty
Not too tasteless
Indeed our Creator is the best
Always working...Keeping the ocean at it's best”
―
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Thanks
“Thanks by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Giving thanks need no ranks
From the dinosaurs to the ants
Thanks for all
Great and small
Giving thanks is an everyday affair
Even though Thanksgiving comes but once a year
A thank you we must share
Giving thanks for what is dear
Be it far
Or be it near
Thanks for things present
Even though you may receive no presents
Thanks for the past
Oh Lord how time goes by fast
Thanks for the future
For indeed we have been given nature
Water that rains from up above
Springs that emerge from the rocks beneath
To nourish and make all things flourish
Without which all would perish
Food that grows
Trees that bloom
Flowers that calm
And herbs for balm
Giving thanks may sometimes make you sad
If you recall something bad
Give thanks for all things good
And the times you have withstood”
―
Saturday, November 14, 2020
Passionate Crucifix
“Passionate Crucifix by Maisie Aletha Smikle
I came for the lame
I came for the maim
I came for the dame
I came for all bearing no shame
I was loved
I was hated
I was envied
I was despised and chastised
I healed the sick
I resurrected the dead
I gave you my body
But yet you wanted my soul
My soul you cannot have
It belongs to my Father in Heaven
The pain I bore
I need no more
You hit me...You beat me
You arrested me without a charge
You drove nails in my body
And hang me tall for all to see
Oh the cruelty you have done to me
I bled from your lashes you inflicted
I gave you water when you thirst
But you gave me vinegar for my thirst
Oh how my soul doth burst
From the thorns you have stuck in my flesh
My body ached from your infliction
You have no affection
I said Father let thy will be done
I said angels do not come
I ordered the order of all things
I allowed you to crucify me
You are ruthless mean and unkind
I'd rather be with my Father in heaven
A thousand angels I will not call
Instead I will leave my ghost with you
I do not want to be in the flesh among you
Take my holy ghost if you please
Leave it if you please
The choice is yours to please
I could have called a thousand angels
But I would rather live with my heavenly Father
I will see you in Heaven
If my Father let you in
I will not remain with you in the flesh anymore
You are unkind ruthless and mean
You hammered nails in my flesh like wood
And cared not about the pain I withstood”
―
Friday, November 13, 2020
Pina Colada
“Pina Colada by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Pineapple shrubs
Coconut shrubs
Coconut dropped
Pineapple budged not
Coconut collided
Merge and integrated
Pineapple conceded
And both succeeded
Coconut collision
Pineapple integration
In total collaboration
Pina Colada emerge standing at attention
Pineapple
Roseapple
Starapple
Green apple
Red apple
Yellow apple
Eve gave Adam an apple
Adam ate the apple
The apple seed got stuck
Adam made no fuss
The apple seed grew
And became Adam's apple
Plant an apple tree
Plant an apple shrub
Plant once sow once
Reap for a lifetime”
―
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Monday, November 9, 2020
They Call Her Blessed
“They Call Her Blessed by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Car smashed
Home snatched
Grocery eaten
Clothes taken
Undefended
Uncontended
Offended
Assaulted
Respected
Envied
Educated
Loved
Arrested
Suffered
Bled
Died
Lived
Played
Studied
Understood
Trampled
Alienated
Suffocated
Toxicated
Invisible
Conspicuous
Talented
Favored”
―
Friday, November 6, 2020
Sad Savages
“Sad Savages by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Savages make selfish deals
They claim what they steal
Pay a penny for steel
And feast at every meal
The more they have
The more they brag
They slaughtered the hogs
And took their sheltered sty
Let the hogs live in the sky
My oh my
For indeed it is hog heaven
We have plundered till the clock struck eleven
Celebrate we must on the eleventh of the eleven
Every year till half past seven
For we have chased elephants from their habitat
Where they once freely roam is now our home
Savages fortify barricades and borders
Wishing the world would stop turning and refrain from gathering
Afraid that what goes around
Will some day rotate back around to them
Savages spy from the steeple
Looking lurking and listening always suspecting
For they have observed
To expect what they served
Never at ease are the savages
Always jumpy anticipating the worst for others
And the best for themselves
Pointing always away from themselves”
―
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Sunday, November 1, 2020
John
“John by Maisie Aletha Smikle
John the baptizer
Son of Liza
Ate no appetizer
And had nothing with fertilizer
Chosen to lead
He took heed
Filled with glory
He told the story
To get a flannel
They disrobe a camel
John wore it's skin
To keep warm within
While they lavish in castles
And ate lambs laced with honey
John lived among bristles
Eating locusts glazed with honey
John had no land
Nor a band
He kept no herd
Nor flocks of bird
Called he was indeed
None could do his deed
And keep up to speed
Paving the way to lead
John had no money
But he had honey
John used a staff
And kept no arms
God's enemies hated John
He threatened their insidious wrong
John called out the wretched
For light to expose their throng
Indeed none could do the deed of John
Who took martyrdom
For the Kingdom
Then ascended for his mission on earth was done”
―
People
“People by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Annatto top
Rust top
Cotton top
Butter top
Night top
Tight curls
Loose curls
No curls
Tail length
Ear length
Lambs’ wool
Goat strands
Cotton ball
Fur ball
Spongy tall
Donkey eyes
Monkey eyes
Triangle nose
Square nose
Pear nose
Fat lip
Flat lip
Colorful tone
Colorless tone
People atone down to the bone”
―
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
Dashing
“Dashing by Maisie Aletha Smikle
On my farm
I keep a firearm
The deer I charm
And then disarm
To feed my family venison
And stay away from medicine
Sheep so sweet
We love to eat
Young lambs we chop
To get lamb chops
Pigs in wigs
Dished their wigs to do a jig
Pigs skinny dip
Floated and strip
So turkey chicken and rabbit
May be covered with bacon strips
Cows roaming in the valleys
Cats left in the Alleys
Bring the cows
It's time to chow
Beef for steak
Make no mistake
Mince it grind it chop it
We must have it
We plant dashene
To cook and steam
To feed the animals so they keep lean
Fit and ready to consume
Eat we must
Or we'd be dust
Knead the dough for the pie crust
Get the pan it will not rust
We will dine
Without wine
We will roast eat then toast
Thanking God that He is our Host”
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10529338―
Monday, October 26, 2020
Bucket o' Mangoes
“Bucket o' Mangoes by Maisie Aletha Smikle
A bucket full of mangoes to go
A bucket full of fries won't flow
Flood me with mangoes up to the rim
Fill the buckets to the brim
A bucket full of mangoes sliced thin
You may leave the seeds within
Forgo the topping and cream
Serve it plain add no cream
Mangoes left fries steaming
Hot fries were beaming
Steam running hot
Mangoes left fries in the pot
Fries got jealous of mangoes' spot
And vowed to reclaim its spot at the top
Fries chanted
Mangoes panted
Mangoes got cool and smooth
Fries got crispy hot
Mangoes tango in buckets
Fries paired with nuggets
Mangoes swam in smoothies
Dived in fruity punches
Careened into buckets
Fries seethed and smothered
Hot steam from its empty air pockets
In bags paired with nuggets
Fries bowed with nuggets
And hit the bucket”
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10526998―
Friday, October 16, 2020
Moon Hiking
“Moon Hiking by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Once there was gnome
Who lived in Rome
Nalomb the gnome liked to roam
So he climbed on top of a dome
From the dome
The gnome saw a drone
Dangling in full sight
Swaying like a huge kite
Nalomb the gnome
Watched the drone
As the drone hovered
And steadily maneuvered
Uncomfortably close over his head
Nalomb wished he had remained in bed
Guided by gravity
The drone stopped in close proximity
On top of the dome
Close to the gnome
Was the drone
Somewhere in Rome
The gnome thought of going home
But did not want to miss a chance to roam
So Nalomb the gnome
Climb into the drone
He tightened the screws
Fixed the bolts
Checked the volts
Load more power
Then dialed the tower
And reported after an hour
Gone hiking on the moon
See you very soon”
―
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Two Kittens
“Two Kittens by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Born to a cat called Mitten
Were two tiny little kittens
Nested in a basket
They purred for the warmth of a blanket
Coated in short velvet hair of midnight black
From whiskers to tail they were beauty black
Soft cuddly and adorable
They searched uncontrollably
Twisting and twirling
Their little tails floundering
Tiny purrs pleading
They comb their little basket for a blanket
To feed her little kittens
And warm their tiny bodies
Mitten must feed her tummy
With something very yummy
Mitten searched for food
She stayed close to her brood
With their small eyes still closed
Mitten’s little kittens mainly dozed
Mitten peered and listen
Her bright ocean blue eyes glisten
She spots a mouse
Coming from a house
The mouse had just feasted
Groggy from its feast
It moved slowly
Mitten pounced boldly
She knocked her target out
Picked it up in her mouth
And feasted with delight
Then licked her whiskers clean till they glisten bright
Mitten returned to her kittens
And found them soundly fast asleep
She covered her little kittens
And soon fell fast asleep”
―
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Tempest by Maisie Aletha Smikle
“Tempest by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Night has come
The day is done
It's time to go to sleep
And rest in peace so sweet
Then arise at daybreak with a praise
For with sweet slumber you were graced
It's the break of dawn
And all is blessedly calm
Some are waking up from their peaceful slumber
While others hasten home to get their daily slumber
Birds happily chirp hello
And roosters crow how do you do
Angels descend to take their earthly morning stroll
And take a roll
Of when to sack the bad
And when to reward the good
Like an eye at the middle of a storm
So was the calm at dawn
Then…Swoosh...Swoosh
A mighty wind blew
Birds stop sipping dew and flew
Windows flew wide open
Curtains leapt then went airborne floating in the air
Empty teapots flew off stove tops
Banging on adjacent doors
Before landing on the kitchen floors
Utensils cups and saucers clatter
Forks dance with spoons to the rhythm of the wind
Animals huddle tight
In awe and fright
In treetops they huddle
In holes they shudder
For out of their holes they will flood like grains of sand
And the winds from the treetops they can't withstand
Swoosh… Swoosh the mighty winds blew
Sweeping like an enormous broom
The winds swept
What was unswept
And that which was unkept
And without a trace the winds left
The sun peeked from behind the clouds
Checking to see if the tempest had really left
Then gracefully the sun arises
To mop that which wasn't swept by the bristles of the tempest”
― https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10510219
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Under the Sun
“Under the Sun by Maisie Aletha Smikle
The year was seventeen ten
When I turned ten
I played with Maggy my hen
And wrote a skit for a friend
I fed Maggy corn
That was fetched from the barn
And milked the goats
For breakfast I made porridge from oats
On a bench I sat
Eating my Pop
When out flew Maggy my hen
From her pen
I left my meal
This was unreal
The hen had left her coop
So I got some grain and stooped
Then called out to Maggy my hen
Maggy O Maggy come back to your pen
The hen flapped her wings
Her leg was caught between two strings
Two men got my poor hen
They grabbed me and my hen
And stuffed us in a pen
Then sold us for a stipend
My precious hen they took
Made fire slaughter and cook
Then gulped water from a nearby brook
My poor neck was hooked
In chains like a crook
It must be a nightmare
The crooks were here
To get more than their share
Have I died and gone to hell
I simply couldn’t tell
I always do good
And was never misunderstood
Are these vultures
One could not tell
Their skin looked like the skin of bald head vultures
O dear me roaming wingless vultures
Are these aliens from hell
One could not tell
They looked like me head hands and feet
They don't have four feet
O Lord I did not make it to heaven
Even though I had forgiven
Heated red hot metal pierced my body
Steam gushed from my broiling flesh
There is no doubt these are the demons of hell
Brandishing fiery stones and red hot iron
Burning those who did not make it to heaven
Shoving them into hell’s decked unlit pit
The year was seventeen ten
When I turned ten
Maggy my hen flew from her pen
And the sun stopped shining at half past ten”
―
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
Litter
“Litter by Maisie Aletha Smikle
You want me not
Am inedible left to rot
Am unusable to you
And treasure to someone new
Am litter
Don't use me for batter
Or to make fried fritter
Am just matter that doesn’t matter
Rejected unwanted misplaced
I have a place
It's no disgrace
However where am placed is a disgrace
On the beach in the market or on the street
Where you meet to play shop and eat
I should be out of sight
In a bin anchored tight
Or some where
Where I can rest in piece
And not be tossed about from place to place
Littering everywhere like heaps of fallen snow
I can be recycled too
And use to make things brand new
Bury burn or reuse just choose
Don't misuse or abuse
And dump me where I don't belong
Left for the winds and rain to take me along
Wherever it goes
Like am your foe
Treat Earth kindly
Place me in a bin where I belong
Even litter has a place
It's no disgrace”
―
Saturday, October 3, 2020
Friday, October 2, 2020
Banana
“Banana by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Ripe banana green banana
Boil banana bake banana
Roast banana fried banana
Shred banana mash banana
Banana porridge
Banana bread
Banana cake
Banana flake
Banana pudding
Banana dumpling
Banana muffin
Banana punch
Banana at breakfast
Banana at lunch
Banana for snack
Banana at supper
Chocolate joined banana
Peanut butter pineapple papaya
Peach strawberry blueberry cherry
Ice cream and whip cream too
They got on a banana boat
Manned by a bearded goat
And made a banana float
While sailing around the moat
Banana got festive
And turned into a balloon
Then made a banana cartoon
Where banana got whipped into a dip
Banana fritter banana batter
Banana is whipped
And beaten into batter
Banana split finding solitude with nuts on a sundae”
― https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10496032
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Waterfall
“Waterfall by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Soothing water gushing from the rocks
Hastens to meet the rivers and streams
That meet in the ocean deep
Never to reach a mountain peak
Soft mist rises from the lunging gush
As crystal water plunges down in a rush
Carried by the gentle breeze
Like a balm it calms the soul with ease
It dims the heat and cools the air
Trickles on the grassy meadow
And on the sand beneath
Cooling pebbles for your feet
As you walk the sandy shore
Inhaling cool mist as you tour
And watch the little birds soar
Chirping and singing like never before
Beautiful waterfall
So splendid and so tall
Climb to the top
And view the backdrop
Mountains elegantly towering
Over hills and plains beneath
Casting shadows
On lush green meadows
Crystal clear water drops
Naturally pure to the very last drop
Nature is kind nature is fine
Nature is undoubtedly divine”
― Monday, September 28, 2020
Christmas
“Christmas by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Smiles gifts and laughter fill the air
Families so dear
Gather and share
Love and happy cheer
Mary gave birth to Christ Jesus
Gloriously famed is He
People are happy on His birthday
They meet to celebrate this day
On Christ's birthday
There were gifts of myrrh
Frankincense and gold
Celebrating His birth that was foretold
Christmas day is Christ’s birthday
Once a year
Christ is cheered
For coming into the world
Woes and foes
Are forgotten
And joy and peace
Are release
Lights blink
Twinkle twinkle
Beckoning good wishes
To come in
Snow falling on roof tops
Cookies cooling on stove tops
Smoke whistling from the chimneys
Calling out to Santa on his sleigh
Don't come down tonight
It is frosty as frost bite
If you come down the chimney
You will be toasty as a toast
So on and on Santa goes
Round and round the globe
Delivering good wishes and happy cheers
And thanking God for Christ’s birth”
―
Sunday, September 27, 2020
The Leaf
“The Leaf by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Am sometimes green
Am sometimes yellow
Am sometimes brown
And sometimes black
I shade the Amazon
I cushion the ground
I feed hungry mouths
And feed the soil
Am kind always giving
Never asking anything in return
I retain dew to keep you cool
I excrete oxygen so you may breathe
I give
I only give
I am a giver
A tree with all its branches is naked without me
I clothe the tree to hide its shame
In shades of green
In shades of yellow
And many shades in between
In Spring I bloom
In Summer am scorch
In Winter I freeze
In the Fall I fall to crown the surface of the ground
My aim is to please
I bloom to give you joy
Am scorched so that I may fall
To moisten the soil and make it fertile
To cushion the ground
For another round
Always giving
Never taking
Tree branches unclothe
Naked without their leaves
Bare ground exposed
Without unfallen leaves
Compelling you to leave
Leaves sustain and leaves maintain
Leaves leave you living
Always giving while taking nothing”
―
Saturday, September 26, 2020
Sunrise Sunset
“Sunrise Sunset by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Dusk or Dawn
Morning or Evening
Night or Noon
Summer or Winter
The sun is at its best
And never takes a rest
Delivering Fahrenheit and Kilowatt
No matter what
From the beginning of time
Till the end of time
The sun shines
Astoundingly divine
It captivates your mind
Heat like a ball of fire
That neither consumes or depletes
And requires no ignition
From whence does this ball of fire come
Extending in the universe
Shining from the sky
Hotter than volcanic lava
Nested up above
Stronger than gravity
The sun stands
Untouchable...
Unanchored....
Setting not the heavens or the skies ablaze
Ever kindled and never unkindled
Its fiery furnace requires no wood
Its fiery furnace requires no fuel
It cannot be extinguish
It requires not human intervention
Nor interruption
Sunrise or Sunset
The sun never takes a rest
Nighttime or noontime
The sun withstands the test of time
Ever shining
Ever sending its warmth
To a globe that has grown cold
To melt the frigid hearts of an ice cold nation”
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10483215―
Friday, September 25, 2020
Bedtime
“Bedtime by Maisie Aletha Smikle https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10479784
Tick tock tick tock
Says my bunny clock
It's half past nine o’clock
The ship has already dock
It's bedtime
It's time to unwind
And go to bed
My mommy said
So I take my bath
And brush my teeth
With a night cap over my hair
I hop into my night gown
Kneel down
Bow my head
And clasp my hands
To pray
Dear Lord You keep me when am awake
Please keep me while I sleep
Mommy comes in and peek
Picks me up and tucks me in
Dims the light
Kiss me goodnight
Read a story
And sings me a happy lullaby
Mommy reads the story of a sheep
That didn't want to sleep
So the shepherd counted flocks
Till it was way past ten o’clock
And the sheep fell fast asleep
Mommy sings a lullaby
My little one my sweet little one
Your warm bed beckons
Sweet peaceful sleep
And happy lovely dreams
Goodnight sunshine I love you dearly
Sleep tight see you in the morning light”
―
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Jolly Marchers
“Jolly Marchers by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Dam Dam Didley Doe
Dee Daw Didley Doe
Dee Dam Doe
Fa So La Ti Doe
Animals in a row
Prancing as they go
Jiggling and Wiggling
Tails and head bobbing
Mice on drums
Elephants on flute
Zebras blare the trumpets
Squirrels blow trombones
Skunks get funky on clarinets
Bees on violins
Hogs on guitar
Parrots and crickets sing Aha Aha
Vultures cheer
Mosquitoes twirl
Wings clapping and flapping
Heads go up and down bobbing
Marching and skanking
Rocking and bobbing
Wiggling and singing
Dee Daw Didley Doe
This is not a circus
There are no clowns
There is not a palace
There are no crowns
On and on they go
Monkeys in tow
Tigers in bow
Onlookers stare and glow
Donkey takes the podium
As conductor of the band
Waving his marching wand
The band comes to a stand
Mule takes a stool
And sits in the cool
They have reached the bend
Where the march ends
The ants were nesting
So they missed the fest
Some got on tambourines
And insist they must join in
The ants jiggle and wiggle
Some play the fiddle
Dancing and singing
Didley Dam Didley Doe”
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Halloween
“Halloween by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Halloween Halloween
Fun for the teen and preteen
Fun for the queen
And those in between
Halloween Halloween
Don't be mean
A treat for you
And your friends too
We are not naughty
We are nice
We like candied apples
With lots of spice
Decked in costumes out we go
Two dressed as bushy tail foxes in frocks
One dressed in a hat with beard and locks
Singing reggae to the tune of the blues
Knock knock
Give us treats we don’t like tricks
Give us chocolate and candy
That's so sweet fine and dandy
We’ll take our sweets to the prairie
And trade them with a fairy call Mary
Who is very cheery
And not at all contrary
Fairy Mary return all teeth
Fallen out from eating too much sweets
Polished and bright to chew just right
We’ll eat more fruits noon or night”
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10474071―
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Prescilla
“Prescilla by Maisie Aletha Smikle
My name is Prescilla
I am a gorilla
Cuddly as a pillow
Fluffy and mellow
Am not king kong
Am not queen kong
Am not prince kong
Nor princess kong
That roars bing bong
And plays ping pong
Has sharp fangs
And wears a thong
Am Prescilla
The gorilla
Easy as a feather
Gentle as a flower
Am big as a bear
Kind as a deer
Strong as a lion
Sweet as a lamb
I pat my chest
For no contest
But to breathe at best
While giving thanks to the King
Not king kong
That roars bing bong
Plays ping pong
And wears a thong
But to my Creator
Who created me a gorilla
For His own pleasure
He took good measure
To make an extraordinary creature
Like me…
A gorilla…
Called Prescilla”
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10471820Monday, September 21, 2020
Forest
“Forest https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10470342
by Maisie Aletha Smikle
In the forest there lived a man
Who was chased from his land
They took his toil
As their spoil
They wine and dine
And drank his fine wine
They took his precious coin
And bank it like a mine
Like pirates they hoard and stash
Heaping loot on top of loot
No one dare to ask
From whence such treasure came
But took taxes, bribes and gifts
Like Christmas comes on shifts
The looters chimed and said
We are not Robin Wood
Who took from the rich
And gave to the poor
So the poor could have more
Instead we are wood robins
That take from the poor
And give to the rich
So the rich can have more
O what a stitch
While the wealthy is richer
Another is that much poorer
Robin Wood is outlawed
And wood robin is in the law
Indeed it is flawed
Robin Wood is wood robin
The spoils only shift
From the poor to the rich”
―
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Rose Garden
“Rose Garden by Maisie Aletha Smikle
In the garden roses bloom
Blossom sprout and loom
With prickly stalks they bud
Red white and pink rosebuds
Petals open petals fall
To grace the garden floor
Take a midnight walk
And inhale petals on the stalk
As dawn draws near
Dewdrops form round and clear
Trickling down the petals like a tear
Cascading down the rosebud stalks
Landing at it's root
Watering little sprouts
So tiny buds may rise
From the garden floor
Springing up to bloom
Petals of pink white and red
To cover the garden bed
And their sweet aroma spread
Roses of good cheer
Roses for poses
Roses I bring
To make you sing
To bring you happiness
To bring you love
To bring you joy
And to bring you peace”
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Butterflies
“Butterflies https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10466627
by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Colorfully colored butterflies
Black yellow orange and green
With their beautiful specks
Align the garden decks
Butterfly butterfly…
Lovely flies that ain't got butter
Their beauty makes one stutter
And their heart go pitter patter
And will soon melt like butter
They won’t eat from a platter
And one can only mutter
Butterfly butterfly ....
Radiant as the sunshine
Beautiful as the colors of the rainbow
Harmless as a deer
Adorn for all to see
First it was a caterpillar
Crawling on its tiny legs
It's entire body stretches out on a leaf
In the twinkling of an eye
The caterpillar transforms
And are given wings to fly
And fly it must….
It was not created to crawl
Miraculous indeed
Is the life of a butterfly
Displayed for all to see
Hope in the life of a radiant butterfly”
―
Friday, September 18, 2020
Cheese by
Maisie Aletha Smikle and
Abigail LaTonya Waugh https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10465351
Cheese Cheese Cheese
I must get some cheese
A rat I must appease
And put Micky mouse at ease
I need cheese for the steak
To shred and bake
To make bread and cake
While I'm awake
Warm cheese is so gooey
Heat it longer it melts to oil
Floating when it’s boiled
Water and oil they just won’t jive
When they’re together
They are still apart
Oil refuses to be absorbed or victimized
Frozen cheese is frozen oil hard as ice
Grill cheese on toasts
Stuff cheese in a roast
Cubed cheese on fried rice
Tasty and filled with spice
While I play ball
All I could think of was cheese ball
O how I would love to munch
On a very big bunch
Pizza and cheese went to the circus fair
It was indeed a festive affair
In the cool breeze
Pizza got married to cheese
Clown brought the tux and gown
On his way into town
Pizza and cheese profess their love for each other
And swore they'll forever be together
Cheese promised pizza never to leave
So to cheese, pizza cleave
Pizza stuck to cheese like glue
And vowed to bond after saying I do”
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