Let Me Walk With Thee

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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
― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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
― Maisie Aletha Smikle

Bless the Lord

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle