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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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.”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

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”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle