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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle  https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10510219

Gods Gift

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

God the Only Supreme Master

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle     https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10496032