Tag: childrens

Snow Sprites {poem}

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Snow Sprites

 

The snow sprites came down the mountain at night.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They danced to the left and they danced to the right.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

The flowers the dipped in caskets of frost.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They sparkled the rivers and sledded across’t.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They nipped at the stars and sang Luna Lu.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They traced on the windows with crystalized dew.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They sprinkled their mischief until it was dawn.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

They swooped up the mountain and then they were gone.

Wispy and chill, wispy and chill.

-M.M.

Miner Discovery

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Miner Discovery

 

The miner was mining (as miners will do)

With a pick in his hand and a foot in each shoe,

Chipping away in the dark at the stone,

Humming a melody, lost and alone,

With naught but the minimal light from his hat,

Searching for anything new to look at—

A flecklet of gold or silver would do,

Or rubies or diamonds or sapphires blue,

Still chipping away in the colorless light,

Which never was day nor ever was night.

 

Then with a swing his pickaxe struck home,

The wall so soft that it might have been foam.

“Hoho!” he cried, “I seem to have struck

My very first underground vein of good luck!”

Then pulling his pickaxe out of the crack,

He saw it was covered in something, not black,

But white—a goopy glue, frothy and slick.

It poured from the crack, clumpy and thick.

It formed a small puddle around his old boots

And came to a stop. He let out three hoots.

 

After tasting the tip of his pick with great care

He knew he had found something yummy to share.

So he scampered away to call the whole crew,

Barefoot, of course, for his boots stuck like glue.

And that is the story of how it was found

That marshmallows come from under the ground.

-M.M.

Thump, Thump, Splat!

Thump, Thump, Splat! 

Each autumn when the leaves began to turn from green to orange, the small town of Ravensberg in the Bracken Valley would earnestly prepare for the Great Fall Festival. Wreaths of orange, yellow, and red leaves would appear on front doors, grandmothers would begin practicing their pie making for the Great Pie-Pickin’ Contest, and kids would whisper schemes to win the Great Costume Competition. By tradition, one thirteen-year-old would have the honor of picking a pumpkin for the top of Graveyard Hill and overseeing the carving ceremonies at the Great Fall Festival.

This year, a fiery, redheaded boy, one Asher Rash, was chosen to fetch the Great Pumpkin. “I’ll get the biggest, best Great Pumpkin Ravensberg has ever seen!” Asher boasted to his grandmother one day as she was baking her (more…)

The Squelcher of Hullaballoo

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The Squelcher of Hullaballoo

 

There be a swamp down in Hullaballoo,

Where them frogs quit a-croakin’ at night.

And when the moon’s high,

Them crocodiles lie,

A-shiverin’ in scales a’ fright.

 

For out on those nights in that wickedest fog,

The Monster-ous Squelcher a-lurks,

To sneak up and snatch,

The tastiest catch,

And he don’t very care what he snurks.

 

He hears the slur-rup of boots in the mud,

As you slips in the sludgery slime.

And just when you blink,

You’re startin’ to think,

The Squelcher don’t hear you this time.

 

Don’t be a fool of such foolishing thoughts,

‘Cause whether you knows it or not—

A chomp and a slurp,

A smack and a burp—

You’re eated and swallowed and caught.

 

So ever you travel to Hullaballoo,

Where them frogs quit a-croakin’ at night,

Stay out of the swamp,

Where the Squelcher do chomp,

And just maybe you’ll survive til light.

-M.M.

The Empathy Amphitheater

I do not usually write nonsense, but when I do, I don’t. -M.M.

 

The Empathy Amphitheater

 

Welcome to the Empathy Amphitheatre.

Really, we know how you feel.

You feel like the door greeter-meeter,

Who’s waiting for cherries to peel.

 

Just Joking. No Nonsense.

I hear from the heart,

And speak from the ear,

And see all and part.

 

If you are cold, I’ll give you a coat.

If you are hot, that’s too bad.

If you’re unsure I’ll share a bad coat,

Of the fuzziest leather I had.

 

Sharing is caring, but staring works too,

But glaring, we deem with disgust,

Is a gesture best left for the taxes collector,

Best to be banished to rust.

 

Hear the heat from the fire that scorches the sky,

The stars that stick to the black,

Up overhead in their upside-down bed.

Do you feel them staring back?

 

If you don’t, well, I quite understand.

If you do, I knew that you would.

My empathy true, and sympathy too,

Feel just the way that you should.

 

Sit down. Have a seat.

Or stay where you stand.

To stand is to understand me.

Emphatically I implore you to explore,

Expressions which you share with me.

 

For I am not you, and you are not me,

And neither of us can agree,

Or then pretend to full comprehend,

Each other to any degree.

 

So Empathy really, cannot exist,

For imperfect people as we,

So let’s sit downs with smiles or frowns,

‘Cross a cup of some sweet sympathy.

 

-M.M.

The Liebster Award

The Liebster Award

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The Liebster Award is an award spread blogger-to-blogger. Like a chain email, but more exciting. The Liebster Award is specifically for blogs with less than 200 followers. The nominee must answer 11 questions  (created by the nominator). The nominee must then nominate 5 other blogs, asking 11 questions.

I (Smiles in the Sky) was nominated by blaiselucey1. Here are the answers to the questions:

1) When did you start writing in general?

I started writing stories and short poems at age 11. I wrote a booklet of ridiculous little poems, and called it “Swiss Doorknob” (a name taken from a nonsense poem I wrote that made (gasp) no sense.) This past summer, I made a goal to do one creative thing per day. Most days I would get to the end of the day and be writing in my journal  and realize: Hey! I need to do something creative! So, I began writing poems.

2) What inspires you to write?

I write about funny experiences I have, or things that I find ironic. When I’m in a more serious mood, I try to paint pictures or evoke moods with words. My main goal is to make people smile. (Yet another reason why I named the blog “Smiles in the Sky”.) I believe that people read to be entertained and uplifted, so I avoid the unpleasant and controversial realms of politics, swear words, and what I classify as “adult issues”. This is why I describe myself as a children’s writer. Fun, laughs, adventure, and depth, smiling all the way.

3) Why did you decide to post your writing online?

I initially posted my poems via “notes” on facebook, but I quickly realized that nobody on facebook ever read notes or even knew they existed. My cousin started a blog to keep people in touch while he  visited India to shadow a medical professional for school. I decided blogging might be a perfect way for an attention-hog such as myself to  publish my work.

4) How has the experience been, using WordPress as a way to showcase parts of your book?

I have never written a full “book”. I am, however, in the process of publishing an epic poem on my blog, one section (or “book”) per day.  The project is too young to evaluate, but I am having fun. I hope people are reading it. I’d be interested to see if anyone is anxiously waiting the next installment, or if they just read the title and fall asleep. If people are falling asleep, well, I hope they are using a comfy chair.

5) Do you use any other online marketing techniques to promote your work?

Occasionally, I use facebook. If there is a post or story I think one of my friends will appreciate, I will send them a link. Otherwise, word-of-mouth is my style.

6) What are your writing resolutions for the New Year?

I am not a fan of New Year’s resolutions. First, the New Year becomes the Old Year too quickly for most goals to be fulfilled. Second, I did way too many writing prompts in elementary and middle school along these lines: Write an extraordinarily long assignment on the goals you know you won’t accomplish this next year. Be specific and embarrass yourself as much as possible. Third, well, you’ll just have to wait  until I publish the poem “Yes, Again it’s New Year’s” to really understand. (Jan 1 if you must know the exact date.)  

In general, to answer the spirit of the question, my writing goal is to become a gooder writer. Develop a style without losing my originality. Maybe catch the attention of someone who truly likes what I write.

7) What do you think about the self-publishing vs. traditional publishing debate?

I am a big fan of real, paper-bound books. I like the weight, the original book mark, the handwriting in the margins, and the ability to eyeball how much of the book you’ve read. I don’t really have a preference for one publishing method over the other. I don’t have experience in either (I have made no money off my writing.)

8) What do you think the future of books is?

I believe in the paper book (as stated above). I have read two e-books (both on an ipod touch). I think ebooks will probably surpass paper books in sales, but I cannot imagine a world devoid of books as we now know them. Much like the synthesizer scare of the 80’s where people feared the extinction of the piano, I believe paper books will be rivaled, but never driven to extinction in the future.

My nominations:

Uncommitted Coils

The Sketchbook 

Jonesin’ After 40

Bulletproo Lonliness at Best

Anansi the Poet

Richardheydman

The 11 Questions:

1. What is the most common way you come across a new blog? (links on blogs, freshly pressed, google, etc.)

2. What is your blogging pet peeve?

3. What is the hardest part of blogging?

4. What is your post to follower ratio? (total number of posts : total number of followers.)

5. Verbs, adverbs, of adjectives?

6. What makes a title stand out in your mind?

7. Musical or Visual arts?

8. What is the most outrageous (G-rated) pen name you can come up with?

9. What is your favorite genre and why?

10. How old (or young) do you think I am?

11. Do chickens have large talons? (Do you get obscure references?)

Thanks Everyone! And pass it on.

-M.M.

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