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Michelle Smith Poem
Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know
Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)
Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or gem
Or snagged by the goblins
scribbling with impish grins
They might move, we forget
--the final place it set
In a pile of papers
those inky escapers
Did they all take a hike
their pens' union on strike
Joined up with art supplies
--their artistic allies--
Hidden deep in the drawer
wishing to write no more
Check the desk! Check my purse
cuz nothing could be worse...
...than when a pen's needed
but they've all receded--
--to some faraway realm...
of untraceable whelm
(Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2024
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"Let there be Light!"
and so there was...
Without the Sun?
How so? Because
Our Father unfurled--
the Light of the world
The Sun and the Moon
--He created... soon--
but Light "self-existed"--
before Sun rays enlisted!
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:-D (See Genesis 1, and John 1)
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May 27, 2023
Self-existent light Poetry Contest!
Deadline: Monday, June 26, 2023
Sponsored by- Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Riss Rumphius lived by the sea
the Lupine Lady, free as can be
tossing seeds for many hours
pleasing kids-- with her flowers
I think she lived a fulfilling life
even without ever being a wife
look how the children love her
like a flower-fairy god-mother
I do not have to wait till later
to grow lupines above the equator
I grow forget-me-nots already --
they're multiplying -- & spreading!
New project: pressed & dried
flowers between the pages hide
till they create some dainty gift
when the pressing works (well, IF)
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2021
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They say that "God writes straight with crooked lines"
we seek control, but perhaps that confines
God's Will, Plan, compassionate designs
it's up to Him, the One who defines
what's good and true, thus His Mercy shines
along shared paths where friendship entwines
the heart-grown courage God's Hope aligns
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Inspired by just having finished reading--
LINES OF COURAGE by Jennifer A. Nielsen
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2023
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You may have heard the 3rd class would dance
and many among them did not stand a chance
to be rescued out of the tragic Titanic disaster
but have you heard more of their heroic pastor
Who in 1912, 2nd Sunday of Easter, April 14th
raised lowly hearts Above, till sinking beneath
an ocean of mercy on Divine Mercy Sunday
bringing hope to those who couldn't get away
As I sail along life's disappointments and trials
from now on I will ask the prayers of Fr. Byles
a hero, buried in my grandpa's musty old book
a dear friend our Merciful Savior never forsook
I read of their "HEROES AT THE POST OF DUTY"
my eyes welled up to discover such holy beauty
Catholics, Protestants, & Jews together-- prayed
refusing to leave his own steerage flock, stayed
The priest who was even offered a lifeboat seat
would not abandon to despair his poorest fleet
as if God commanded his heart: Man your post
"Aye-aye, Captain!" he promised the Holy Ghost
As the unsinkable Titanic plunged, anguish aloud
was heard by lifeboats far from the madding crowd
unlike the comforted assembly Fr. Byles prepared
to trust the nearness of God, serenely less scared
While the survivors' traumatized lives resumed
Fr. Byles' crew lay too far down to be exhumed
I admit I feel inspired to offer a prayerful plea
for all these poor souls to Mary, Star of the Sea
Remember their lost lives, and unfollowed dreams
let us beg Divine Mercy of our God who redeems
Our God only knows how, where, or when we’ll die,
Let’s pray we’re prepared in His Peace, in His Heart rely!
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"O Jesus, eternal Truth, our Life, I call upon You and I beg Your mercy for poor sinners. O sweetest Heart of my Lord, full of pity and unfathomable mercy, I plead with You for poor sinners. O Most Sacred Heart, Fount of Mercy from which gush forth rays of inconceivable graces upon the entire human race, I beg of You light for poor sinners. O Jesus, be mindful of Your own bitter Passion and do not permit the loss of souls redeemed at so dear a price of Your most precious Blood..."(thedivinemercy.org/message/devotions/pray-the-chaplet)
Based on:
Ch. XVI: HEROES AT THE POST OF DUTY, pages 119-121+183.
Nearer My God To Thee: Story of the Wreck of the Titanic, The Ocean's Greatest Disaster. Memorial edition, 1912. Edited by Marshall Everett.
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2022
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I only drank one year, a while
I vastly prefer self-denial
Didn't like myself more
Back when dates *tried* to score
Now I've let them go, with a smile :)
Never got totally wasted
(Well, didn't like how it tasted)
Just pressured socially
So tried it, just to see
I confess feeling... disgrace-d
Drinks didn't bring out the Real Me
By NOT drinking I feel more... free! :)
A party-er --I'm not
I'd rather maintain Thought
A sober, clear mind is the key
Had to be socially distant
Even lost friends in an instant
When I chose to give up
Alcohol in my cup
Making my firm "No" consistent
I am sweet enough as it is
Without a dose of champagne's fizz
Ix-nay gentleman-tease
Don't gotta people-please
In order to please Him/ Be His
I am still a work in progress
Improving, I think, more or less
Haven't drank -- 20 years!
--Cuz it just interferes--
With the Faith, Hope, Love I profess
Do I miss drinking? -- not a bit
(Never enjoyed it, I admit)
For purity, I strive
Don't wanna drink and drive
Now to "have fun" I'd rather knit
Don't care if folks think I'm old school
For following the Temperance rule
Drinks brought joy-- not a lick
Only made my soul sick
Peer pressure is UN-COOL! :O
Un-hard lemonade is my fave
With fruit smoothies, too, I behave
Water keeps a good girl
With no desire to hurl
But-- the need to be brave
I found a group where I fit in
(Abstinence Association).*
"Heroic Offering"
is a good daily thing
Gives purpose while I avoid sin
Part of my true character traits
Is belief that True Joy awaits
Since I trust in Jesus
I know Heaven sees us
I'm inspired by the saints -- the greats
Can't say I'm perfect -- not at all!
And if you say I am -- I'd "lol!"
Character defects? Yes.
But NOT drinking in stress
Keeps my life's problems small
May 5, 2023
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*Dedicated to the Pioneer Total Abstinence Association of the Sacred Heart
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Contest Name: Character traits
Sponsored by Angela Tune
Deadline: 5/19/2023 12:00:00 AM
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Like sweet cotton candy
are my flowers light pink
no one slips on them
nor do they stink
Schnookums, your cat
enjoys her window seat
eyeing birds in my arms
and I feel so complete
We go back many years
you've watched me grow
now I'm tall as the house
you love me -- I know
I beg you keep this in mind
(don't wish to cause hysteria)
but I noticed days were numbered
for the neighbor's chopped plumeria
So please don't cut me down
like next door's unblooming tree
Look at me! I'm in bloom! :-)
Pray, just let me be
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2/27/2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Sweet sunshine looks down :)
To the small flower, convinced
It will smile back! :D
(My response to:
“small flower looks up
to the sky convinced she may
expect sweet sunshine“
By Janny Vellinga)
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2025
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This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell
Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind
It would NOT be fun--
not "a day in the sun!"
no chance to go for a run
the joys of life -- done
Never chillin' with friends
too late to make amends
from Love, the soul rends
and remorse never ends
I don't know about you--
thoughts of Hell make me blue
but it really exists -- it's true
souls could avoid it if they knew
A big pothole in the crosswalk
won't disappear just cuz we balk
we have to watch where we walk
to be safe, lock, barrel and stock
To step up safely, it'd be smart
to climb the ladder to God's Heart
via her--who from Him--isn't apart
the Immaculata's sweet help is a start
Say, Mary be a mother to be now
she's closer to her Son than me --or thou--
from His Cross, He did endow
her to be a mother to us all --and how!
Mary's every word in the Holy Bible
can clear up any anti-Jesus libel
her love for all nations, intertribal
more devotion-worthy than Cybele
I hope Jacinta, Francisco, and Lucia
keep up their intercessory Ave Maria
praying till the world's end: good idea
for peace in Russia, Ukraine (& Korea)
These kids turned their lives around
with the fervent prayer life they found
their sacrifices for sinners did abound
due to their vision of Hell so profound
St. Faustina also envisioned Hell & told
to lovingly warn us, not abrasively scold
read her beautiful story and be consoled
Divine Mercy's testament is New, & Old
We have a way out, with the Lamb
(in other words, the Great I Am)
it's not too good to be true, no sham
Divine Mercy doesn't wish to damn
Ceaseless tortures? No thanks!
I'd rather join the ranks
of all the repentant cranks
giving up our sinful pranks
So then here's my advice
gotta be better than "nice"
but God's grace will suffice
to grow virtue from vice
He's the Way, Truth, and Life
He understands our strife
Urging us with Love, not a knife
Loving us though our sins be rife
There's a twist to this story
I look forward to Purgatory
as more purifying than gory
for God's greater glory
Ultimately I say: Aim Higher
God created us with the desire
after this short life, to retire
to sing in Heaven's choir
Copyright © Michelle Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Photo of old school
pops up in Facebook newsfeed
the kind I can feel
yellow sky, edged brown
as golden sugar cookie
when you know it's done
the bright almond sun
on chocolate branches, drizzled
melting in middle
with French vanilla
snowdrifts, scoopable snowballs
and white mountain tufts
such sweet aftertaste
although dropped before finished
partially eaten
it feels warm, and cold
I taste happiness, sadness
because now... it's gone
1/31/2021
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