Best Maxie Poems
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HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69
knotted together an icy storm wind
that whipped False bay`s waves
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough ,bushy patch .
Rising plaintively above the din
of drums and flapping canvas,
creole strains solicited the capricious gods
for a clement Cape .
Love songs , sweet like wine
would even tittilated mermaid`s melons,
stranding them breathless, with tails scaled.
In my sixteenth tempestuous year,
I was sickened and sullied, spoiling for a fight
with that ever- prying, ever-lying police-state
denying us
dividing us
deriding us
ripping us
whipping us
in an all-pervasive racist propaganda storm
Harmony,was forced ethnic relocation right there
in a stamp-size sea-resort next to a stinking dump.
Our yearly anticipated salty baptism,
fouled for a full ten years,
dunked in fascist soil
of a false bay with a real bite….
rubbing coarse salt in our opened wounds
Rubbing it in the flayed
William, my sire, of the black turf belly
Rubbing it in the lashed
Maxie , my ma , of white-on-black graft
Rubbing it in the spurred
Dot Adams, my oracle , of the pearled-truth tongue
imprisoned to a silent ninety-day solitary confinement. .
Yes, a full two hundred scar-studded waxes
avidly saluting the wretched who rose in revolution
drowning exploiters in the oppressed`s precious blood
Algeria whilst raped,unveiling herself,
firing fear into bared French fascism
exploding the myth of a benevolent colonialism.
“Lumumba will guide the Kongo to freedom”
grandpa agitated hopefully as revolutionary Patrice,
our dark prince of peace
died on the bloodied butts
of neo-colonial carbines.
My seven-year heart burst
in anger and pain.
A companiable heart`s balance
tilted with unease at justice , unhinged.
the periodic uprisings of people in far-flung regions
against the arrogance of anglo-saxon imperialism
salted my youth with the tears of broken children,
their blood ever spattering my angry brow.
Under the African sun
When loneliness bite’s and red wine doesn’t help
And mowing the lawn makes you feel a little green,
Red faced and hot!
Winter it is not !
A tree with a shower
Cold water gives you power.
The wind has dropped the beetles are humming
Cumulous clouds are forming
A storm is coming !
Finish the potting rake over the soil
Plant the seeds of all your hard toil
Winter is coming the beds lie fallow
But winter seeds only need to be shallow
A few months to come and a beautiful scene
Of Cosmos in bloom under the African sun
Gods peace and tranquillity settles the scene
At the end of the day everything is clean
All in its place and I’m still His Queen
A bride with a veil so pure and white
He’s forgiven my sins and given me light
I’m blessed by His blood
Now let’s call it a night.
By Maxie Macdonlad
Isaiah 61:10
I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God; For He has clothed me with garments of salvation, He has wrapped me with a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom decks himself with a garland, And as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
THE CROSS
I fold my arms and close my eyes,
I picture a cross so tall.
Mary His Mother
And Mary His disciple
Crying below, at His feet.
Blood running down the wood.
Finally resting on the ground
Soaked up by the desert soil.
Mary His Mother, crying for her Son
Mary Magdalene, crying for her Lord.
Why have they done this, my heart breaks
Roman soldiers so cruel.
One with a spear as he says
“no don’t break His legs,
spear Him instead”.
My soul crys out
“Lord have mercy lest I fall”
“Take me like the thief, to your banqueting hall!”
Jesus I give you my all,
My soul, my heart, my body.
By Maxie Macdonald
Luke 23:32-43, (NAS95) 32 Two others also, who were criminals, were being led away to be put to death with Him. 33 When they came to the place called The Skull, there they crucified Him and the criminals, one on the right and the other on the left. 34 But Jesus was saying, "Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing." And they cast lots, dividing up His garments among themselves. 35 And the people stood by, looking on. And even the rulers were sneering at Him, saying, "He saved others; let Him save Himself if this is the Christ of God, His Chosen One." 36 The soldiers also mocked Him, coming up to Him, offering Him sour wine, 37 and saying, "If You are the King of the Jews, save Yourself!" 38 Now there was also an inscription above Him, "THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS." 39 One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, "Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!" 40 But the other answered, and rebuking him said, "Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 "And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong." 42 And he was saying, "Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!" 43 And He said to him, "Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise."
Anticipation
This morning the sky was bright red
Before turning to a dirty milk
The air is still
The heat is intense and dry
You can hear the leaves crackle underfoot
You can feel the energy in the air increasing
Like a coiled spring
You wait for the impending storm
Excitement growing with every hour
The smell of fire drifts on a breeze
Veld is burning
Animals running trying to escape
The smell of rain is still far away
Anticipation
By Maxie MacDonald
Revelation 1 v 7 & 8
7 “Look, he is coming with the clouds,”
and “every eye will see him,
even those who pierced him”;
and all peoples on earth “will mourn because of him.”
So shall it be! Amen.
8 “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”
(Shuffling with Shel)
Ode to Shel Silverstein
The master taps across the stage
Wiggling rhymes upon his page
Tapping, leaping, letting go
Silly poems that steal the show.
Heel, shuffle,
Heel, step
Like A Runny Babbit
Falling up
Flap, heel, turn
A Light is in the Attic.
Spying, listening to his moves
Tapping out his beat
The rhymes that skip across my ears
Are silly, yet so sweet.
Dig, brush
Flap, heel
Rhyming rapt release
Shuffle, heel
Dig, toe, hop
Never a Missing Piece
Learning all the tap dance steps
Shuffle, ball change, hop.
Typing, tapping, out the words
Into my own laptop.
Jump, click
Maxie Ford
A Giraffe and a Half
Stomp, scuff
Hop, riff heel
Always gets a laugh.
The master danced before us
His steps a melody
that shared those silly skillful sounds
just like the Giving Tree.
One day I hope to dance with words
And share with all my friends
These special sublime tap dance steps
To Where The Sidewalk Ends.
Jan. 30, 2017
my best friend knows my stories, has my back, laughs with me
He and I share two dogs, they are our babies, Maxie and Maddy
We are silly enough to call ourselves their mommy and daddy
Been together for fifty-seven years, my best friend and me
My best friend misses me when I am gone, which is a rarity.
We are evenly matched in wit and wisdom, in complete parity.
My friend and I both have hazel eyes and dark hair, but I dye mine.
We take turns napping now, because babies want one up all the time.
There are so many reasons that I love my best friend, impossible to choose.
He knows me better than anyone else; can find anything I misplace or lose.
Knows what foods to buy, so he does the grocery shopping.
He also does the laundry, this man is a dynamo who is forever hopping.
We can finish each other’s sentences,
so claim we are redundant all the time.
I guess the best thing about my best friend
is that since 1968 he has been mine.
Call out to Me
Hungry, thirsty, worried.
That’s what I am
Reaching out, longing and pleading.
Lost in a world of darkness.
Theres a penlight rolling around
The batteries are flat.
Too broke to buy new ones.
Fumbling in the dark.
Matches, they are damp and the flint won’t work.
A candle can’t be lit without a light.
Me thinks, lighter!
Darn, no gas………..
Maybe if I get up it might help!
Just take a few steps with hands outstretched….
Just maybe ill find a door!
Yes, there is a handle, all I have to do is open it!
Jesus is waiting,
Waiting for you to open the door.
He has the light that you are looking for!!!
It is an eternal light that won’t be blown out
Just reach out
Jesus is waiting…………………..
By Maxie Macdonald
"It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed." -Deuteronomy 31:8
"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." -Philippians 4:6-7
"When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears, and rescues them from all their troubles." -Psalm 34:17
MY SAVIOUR
When life is just too hard to handle. I turn to You Lord.
When the debts pile higher than the sky, I turn to You Lord
When my knees are bruised and rough from kneeling on the floor,
I cry out to You Lord!
Show mercy on Your child Father!
I know how badly I am flawed!
You died and shed Your blood for us,
That we might be allowed in,
The heavens room You prepare for us
On removal of our sin!
When our hearts are screaming from all the pain and hurt,
You give us shelter Lord and protect us from the storm.
Desperation comes a’knocking,
The Holy Spirit starts a’rocking!
Hold onto Jesus now, so that you may not fall!
The devils just awaiting for you to stall!
By Maxie MacDonald
Psalm 28 verses 6 and 7
Praise be to the LORD,
for he has heard my cry for mercy.
The LORD is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.
My heart leaps for joy,
and with my song I praise him.
Genisis 1
26 Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,[a] and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”
27 So God created mankind in his own image,
in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.
28 God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”
29 Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. 30 And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.
In the coolness of the morning air
Silence resonates as a purple sun rises
The milky haze of pollution
Showing off its colours of blues and greys
The city still sleeps under a blanket of tainted air
A child coughs
A mother weeps
A father holds his head unable to help.
Man, the guardian of our earth is destroying it, and himself.
Luke 21:25-28 (NKJV) 25 “And there will be signs in the sun, in the moon, and in the stars; and on the earth distress of nations, with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring; 26 men’s hearts failing them from fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. 27 Then they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. 28 Now when these things begin to happen, look up and lift up your heads, because your redemption draws near.”
no one knows the time of Jesus’ return, not the Son; only God the Father. Matthew 24:36 (NKJV) “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only”.
Poem by Maxie Macdonald
Safety and Warmth
I don’t often talk or share my feelings.
But when I do, it’s to You, Jesus my Saviour.
I pray through the night and the dark lonely hours.
My Saviour is with me keeping me safe.
Storms rage outside, the wind howling.
Torrential rain sweeping against the window panes.
My dog at my side, blanket wrapped around me.
A candle lit to chase away the shadows.
Lightning, lighting the mirror against the wall.
Comfort and warmth fill me.
A cool breeze blows the hair off my face.
Thunder crashing and rolling around the sky.
Jesus You are our Priest most High.
Thank You for saving me and keeping me safe.
For the strength you give me to face the day.
Thank You Jesus for making me, me!
I blow out the candle and plump up the pillow.
The storm is still raging but farther away.
Its time to rest easy and sleep till the day.
Jesus my Saviour will rock me and say,
Husha-by baby Daddy is here.
Sleep tight, sweet dreams, Godbless my friend
My armour surrounds me and safely I sleep
Dreaming of meadows where sunshine beats down
The shadows are deep under the trees and the wind blows gently
May God keep you, protect you and bless you this week!
As Jesus guides us and holds us each day
As we seek to be more like Him in every way.
Amen!
By Maxie Macdonald
Psalm 91
1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Princess Warrior
Sometimes the path is very rocky,
Sometimes the path is very steep.
Other times it may be just plain walking.
Other times we may dream while we sleep.
Jesus You never said it would be easy
But I am Yours for keeps!
May your strength surround and hold me while I weep.
May Your visions inspire me.
May I find those lost souls You seek.
May Your loving hand guide me.
While others I try to reach.
Jesus please protect me, make my armour real thick!
May each tear bring You glory as they glisten on my check.
May Your light shine through me as Your glory I seek.
Jesus forgive me, for I am week.
I am only Your servant Lord,
I would like to wash Your feet.
I would like to place a balm of healing
On the disciples I want You to meet.
Jesus I feel so sad for the mistakes I have made.
Jesus I am so glad for the Life that You gave.
Every drop of Blood is crimson so deep.
Jesus please heal me and help me while I sleep.
Your loving servant for keeps!
Amen.
Jesus place Your net of protection over everyone we seek.
May I always be faithful
Even though I am week.
BY MAXIE MACDONALD
Psalm 86
A prayer of David.
1 Hear me, LORD, and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
2 Guard my life, for I am faithful to you;
save your servant who trusts in you.
You are my God; 3 have mercy on me, Lord,
for I call to you all day long.
4 Bring joy to your servant, Lord,
for I put my trust in you.
5 You, Lord, are forgiving and good,
abounding in love to all who call to you.
6 Hear my prayer, LORD;
listen to my cry for mercy.
DO as you are told,
We moan about our hardships,
But hardships are mostly brought about by ourselves.
You can say “but I didn’t cause it!”
Look really hard!
Did you say YES when you should have said NO?
Did you receive instead of giving?
Did you turn away instead of listening?
Instead of helping, did you say “I cant” ?
We have so many choices in life.
The only time we make the right choice,
Is when we listen to what God is telling us.
Sometimes we answer, BUT ill just…..
Or ill do it a little later,
Im so busy right now, I don’t have the time.
What if I fall flat on my face!!!!!!
Just listen,
DO as you are told,
We ARE the children of GOD
We MUST obey His Will.
God will not fail us!
Take that step and walk out in faith!
He has a plan for you.
Just open your eyes, open your ears, and open your heart.
Joy and happiness and peace will come…………..
By Maxie Macdonald
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. John 10:27
But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you. John 14:26
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND
There is excitement in the air!
There is a disturbance in the airwaves!
The dogs are restless.
The birds have disappeared
The air is still, like its waiting!
We are in for a storm of note!
The pressure cooker is building.
The clouds are swirling.
The Holy Spirit is waiting to talk!
Listen to the breeze blowing,
The Pine trees are whispering.
He’s here. He’s here, your time is near!
Waves are crashing, storm clouds gathering.
Sunsets are red and orange with anticipation!
The Holy Spirit is calling,
Beckoning you to follow.
God’s finger, a shadow on the sand.
Listen and hear,
Run and be near.
Follow the footprints in the sand!
By Maxie MacDonald
(Luke 3:16) John answered them all, "I baptize you with water. But one more powerful
than I will come, the thongs of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize
you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.
(Matthew 3:16) As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that
moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and
lighting on him.
PASSION
It’s indescribable!
Something you either have or you don’t.
Only one so passionate can recognise it in another.
The way you sit, the way you hold yourself.
Bridled passion.
A deep sadness behind the façade
Hands of strength, but gentle too.
Compassion and a sense of yearning in your eyes.
Doe soft, your lids drop to hide the pain.
Withdrawn, guarding your heart.
The healer needs healing
Be gentle to yourself dear one.
I see your pain, I feel it too.
By Maxie Macdonlad