NIGGER RAPUNZEL (ADULTS ONLY)

Set in a far place of never seen by many.
Lights glowed and stars razed sky.
Candles burned until tip reached sky.
Sparks turned in a blue sky.
She walked with skips and leaps.
Eyes round with aglow.
Nose small with a tilt.
Hair silky coarse in braids of two.
Everywhere she looked was a happy.
Hustle bustle roamed the people.
Skin a sweet brown cinnamon.
Lips full and kissable sweet.
Neck a slim column of rose.
Carriage straight back a spear.
Breast large as cantaloupes.
Waist slim once now full.
Swaying hips rotate around and around.
Legs well-formed ankles and feet dainty
A lark her eyes see him.
Following quietly and quickly she sneaked after him.
Marveling at his physique she gazed.
Black hair like a crow straight as a whip.
Full lips puffy sweet.
Nose a Norman's desire.
Shoulder wide and flexed muscles wiggle.
Arms muscled like Hercules.
Waist slim and flat muscled.
High ass tautly carved.
Feet well shod with footwear dear.
Legs a woman's dream muscles slicing the air.
Snap goes a twig unwarily step.
Head of the most noble look around.
Who goes there?
She peak around and say "just me".
Who are "me"?
Rapunzel sweet is "me".
Flashing white teeth slashed across beauty of male.
"Oh" Rapunzel sweet and how sweet are thee?
Eyes lowered shy now she say "I".
With long strides he come "Look at me" What do you see?
She say "I".
Shy one where is your mother?
I have no one to keep me dear.
Long fingers cup a delicate chin and gaze.
Yes - you are fair indeed - too fair to send you away.
What do you mean? she say.
With quiet steps he walked around her - I think I know what you need.
And what is that? She say breathlessly.
Me - I think you know what follow.
No - I cannot - I just wanted to see.
Sweetling, never follow unless you want love's quest.
Face flaming hot she looked here and there unsure.
Hands grasp a slender waist and crush her to him slow.
Hard lips crush soft sweet petals and savor orange blossoms.
Knees weak she swayed dizzily.
Hungry arms grasp sweet bundle and carried her forth.
Hard hands cupped a sweet round derriere.
Moans of music floated from her within.
Long finger invaded a pot of honey withheld from all.
Positioning himself above her he took her to galaxy world.
Skin gleaming with glow all thought gone.
Hands touching everywhere he played like a maestro.
Arms of softness clasped around his neck she sighed.
Wrapping soft legs of butterfly around him she begin to cry.
Flashes of stars flew threw the sky.
Thunder and lightening ran around neither heard.
Passions cooled hard arms wrapped around her tenderly.
Never let go - never let go - pearl found keep.

By Felicia McCaw

BITCH OF SPORT

In my life I never thought I see
A crueler group of people less than fair
Sad is the lot of all who dare
Time fly nothing done they do
Busybodies meddle constantly and fly
Bicker and flicker is their mind
No life to claim as their own
Seeking and following they stir up animosity
A fool they seek they cannot find
Forever embroiling and pad the truth with over eloquence
Too bad so sad no one cares to hear you know
Get a life and claim you own
We want to hear the crap in your life
Confess confess that you are the one you speak of
One who you chase knows you not and sees you not
Too bad so sad no one cares to hear you know
Watchful eyes see you villain and catch you soon
Life may not be with you soon
Watch your steep you sad lot
The fool you chase says good luck to you all

By Felicia McCaw

SIR POLICEMAN

Curly black springy curls
Skin the color of rich ebony
Eyes unfathomable pools of dark
Nose chislled fine
Lips crescents of dark fruit
Chin a squarish oval tilt
Neck column strength and dignity reflect
Slim and nimble his build
Unknown depths he
Quiet and remote as soldiers stands
Steady as supportive hand to a woman
Faithful and loyal to his creed
Loving father and husband
Twirl and whirl his sweet wife
Strong guiding hand to his children
Gracious sweet life is fortunate to have him near

By Felicia McCaw

BEYONCE

Palest skin of rare pearl glow

Sweet eyes of innocent stars

Tawny lioness make eyes widen

A sight so unusual she bends the will

Voice of a hummingbird that enthralls the ear

Lissom as flowing wand

Husband love she bee

By

Felicia McCaw

LOTUS BLOSSOM - FAIR ONE

Skin as pale as magnolia petals
Lips budding red
Eyes full of hope with happy tilt
Straight black silky waterfall
Nose long slender endearing berry
Throat slim silky column honey
Shoulders carved of sweetest caress
Bounty of treasure her breast bee
Slender shapely waist spanned by rainbow’s hand
Backside so sweet tempt man to caress
Slender pale legs flash and light as gazelle
Ankles dainty and rare as rarest pearl
Feet so tiny and sweet as blossoms honey
Naughty as cinnamon sprinkle
Move light and swift make even the wind sigh
Eyes of rarest jade
Nimble flash on musical bar
Concubine to the fairest King
She say wherest go my love
I war
I miss thee already wait for me I return
She watch with wide dove eyes
Breath the sweetest of honey pineable
Kiss and float away
Watch him stride away
Hair thick as confusing circle
Body muscled with fine design
Legs powerful golden sweet heaven
Heart follow with each step
Tear role down fair cheek
I cannot stay away – I hide – I follow
Fight with him – keep safe
Stash self, creep, creep no one hear
Show self when far from home
Come in tent – no see me
Cuddled deep in his bedding bea
Find me – He say what do here?
I die without you
Shake head and sigh I cannot never send away
Love me – I die for you
Never – Never he say – I train you myself
Arms of sweetest petal wrapped around him
Heart flutter with joy
Mean mongoose she become watch back

The End

By Felicia McCaw

GHETTO LOVE - TWO BLACK LOVERS LOST IN A CROSSFIRE

Lost in the world of the Concrete Jungle
Love never comes near
Sad is the dream of a sister’s tears
Baby free is not the answer
Till I saw him near
Tall strong brown, black, yellow
Sad brown eyes closed to me dear
Face noble free and proud
Noses different shapes familiar and different
Strong arms close around and hold close
Lips full luscious sweet
Chin square and different held high
See my eyes follow a strong man sigh
Watching eyes wander discretely
Peek a little is my game
Skirt ruffles flip and flirt
Shy smile swallowed quick
Eyes down belong to someone
Laughter bubble inside melodiously
Sweet love of my heart where you be
Clasped in his arms I hunger for him
Lips surged together fused tight
Arms curved around his narrow sweet waist I fly
Heart enclosed in his eye
Legs wrapped around tightly
Enclosed in shadows rich
Breezes whip around and twirl
Motion and motion move the earth
Head thrown back and shivers curl
Cries surround and fill the night shimmering sky
Till morn sky light
Never leave love torn
Sad is not today
A fool loves now and regret not
Pleasure stolen in fleeting seconds aeons
See me not I leave
Shadows never follow a fleeting foot
Spring sorrow’s bring fruit
I thirst not I hunger yet
Happy is the day long
Never love another

By Felicia McCaw

THE CROOKED HAND SHALL WITHER

Many days go past
I sit under a window sill
Life is strange and dear
My mother told me nay
I say why mom nay
Touch not that which is not yours
For God said “Thou shall not steal”
If I don’t steal how shall I live
By the sweat of your brow shall yee
I love my mom and my pop
They discipline me till say I will not
Great is day that I can say
I never touch what is not mine
For both my hands I do value
Love and mercy I ever seek
For I never wish my hand to wither
Better two hands than none

By Felicia McCaw

FELICIA'S DREAM TO SEE NIAGARA FALLS

Felicia’s Dream to See Niagara Falls
Love is in the air – My Love comes at night!
See how Sweet he is to my eye.
My cheeks flush with anticipation.
My soul flutters and wishes to Join with his!
Water rushes over Lovers entwined in Lover’s Quest.
See how my hand stroked over hard masculine flesh.
Quivers fill my belly with hot flashes of pain
O that I could be with him now.
Please hurry I know no other way to be.
Sin is not – but love is sweeter than any hummingbird’s tongue.
Trouble me not those who does not see me as I am
I am his to tomorrow sings.
He picks me up as I weigh not.
Gracious me – I am astounded at his sweet troubling of my flesh.
Flames of delight fill me and I cannot say nay.
Like thundering bolts we clash.
He chases me near and far.
Clasped in his arms I squeal.
Threw across his shoulder I laugh.
You have captured me and I you.
Never we part for our heart and soul is atwine.
By Felicia McCaw

LOTUS BLOSSOM

HEART OF MINE (EROTICA)

Fair as the magnolia shimmer
Hair as thick and sweet as berries fresh
Skin as delicate as spun silk flash of pearl
Neck slim as delicate swan
Shoulders curved to fit a man's palm
Waist as willowy as a moonbeam
Breasts proud as ripe currents
Hips round and curved as a rose petal
Slender legs as delicate as gazelle leap
Ankles so finally wrought make men sigh
Dainty feet kissable as sugars delight
Lover of the strong one
King of Nepheral he be
Tall and Strongly made
Sculpted as a god he
Legs columns of muscle delicacy
Hair thick tresses of blue black streaked with red fire
Eyes the color of rainbow
Skin smooth as golden fleece
Firm is his will
Hands long hard as thunder
Come my love embrace now
Compliance in her every step
Hard muscled arms curve her near
His lips taste of the finest honeycomb
One kiss from him and float away
Legs with no strength give away
Eyes big with wonder stare
Heart beat faster with every beat
Longing claw within deep
Arms curl around a neck corded with muscle
Legs wrap around his waist tight
Thunder and Lightening began on the slowest cresendo
Then the medium cresendo
Until the winds swept all thought away
Shivers fill each soul
Loving him still the heart
After him there can be no other

By Felicia McCaw

SELMA SWEET

(Her Husband's Delight)

Hair tresses of the thickest black spun silk
Face oval of eyes pleasure
Nose defy the noon's delight
Lips of the sweetest sugary fire
Throat slim and caress his soul
Shoulders round and delicately formed
Breasts full and proud blossoms rival
Waist spanned by her man's hand
Hips curved revolve and rotate make a eye close
Exquisite turn of leg flash
Dainty ankles lover's kiss
Pretty toes kissed by the sun
Fiery nature flash firestorm
Set of chin reflects her nature
Willful she never be
Shadows moves from her path
Princess of her husband's heart

By Felicia McCaw

FAIR ONE

A vision came to earth
Stalled me in my path
Hair as black as night
Skin creamy and fair the envy of all
Eyes dark wide and shy and knowing
Everyone see her falls in love
Delicate feet twinkle down her own path
Determination set her jaw
Resigned to her fate her beauty brings
Slender as moonbeam twice as sweet
Father's little precious she be
Little flower fairest of them all
Ignores her beauty calms her soul
Adventure and learning thrills her soul
Step step busy I be
Much to do I crave ambition sea
Strive and learn will I
Humble and sweet I am

By Felicia McCaw

GRACE OF NIGHT

She walks in grace through the night
Sweet her face as transparent as mirage
Eyes wide like sweetest white blossoms
Nose aquiline and fine
Breast sweet as moon crescents
Mouth red and honey sweet
Tongue sugary and bitter not
Shoulders creamy as ocean's waves
Waist willowy and narrow slim
Hips round and curvy sublime
Refined as wine unknown
Creamy her skin worth more than gold
Hair tresses thick and curly
Limbs curve a man's delight
Feet dainty and slimly arched
Light her steps breeze heard not
Voice mellow as sweet brooks
Throat slim and precious bee
Safe as fine gold she will be
Twirl Grace of Night under sweet mistletoe
Marry marry for they court thee all

By Felicia McCaw

BLACK FACE

Black face is a crowd
Round around circles go
Left and right colors flash
White yellow merry go
Transparent need seep thru
Twinkle sprinkle goes waterfall
Happy brown face go south
Yellow faces goes north
White face stays around
Faces clear and happy
Smile black face leap
Trouble go past little special
Sweet faces all color bee
Twinkle twinkle leap far air
Content I be see all
Mixture of faces world turns
Happy is as world
Blend and mix cultures be
Black face simple or complex question still
Wonder learns unpractical all
Black yellow white stand fast might
All make world pure and great

By Felicia McCaw

KEIKEI MY LITTLE LOVE

My sweet baby pea
Loving and sweet he
Taken from me harshly
Soul clear as sweetest water
Lord God preserve his sweet soul
Keep him near and far
Safe from cruel evil deeds
Now I worry no more safe
Cradled in Loves gentle arms
Never sport again from cruel spits
Safe safe is my Little KeiKei
Spirit intertwined with mine
My Little Love is here all the time
Memories fresh and dear
Keep close to my heart sweet

By Felicia McCaw

Yellow Alabaster

Clear skin as yellow jade
Cruel sport made of him
Laughter and ridicule hit his ears
Evil tracks his steps
Life flowing slow
Sad eyes look from within
Why me why me cry he
Little one I have near
Who keep my precious safe
Life fail me sad make
Who keep my precious safe
Mercy mercy cry he
Strengthen me Lord strengthen
Steps firm I ask
Life short and yet long
Enemies crush all around
Evil white pale seek
Nothing safe while around
God watch shudder when he come
World rock assunder beneath his steps
Evil white pale challenge God
Sad is the day long
Vengeance comes pale horse
Step back before late
Life is good to some not all
Yellow Alabaster and Little Owl
Live happily same them God

By Felicia McCaw

12TH STREET ALLURE

Gruesome thoughts a mind filled
Ladies fair and treated harsh
Sad eyes follow wistfully
Mouth bruised with crying
Lashed and tied they be
Crushed heart like petals soft
Soul cringes further deep
Flee mad fiend flee
Law travel fast intercept
Nasty thoughts abide everywhere
Innocent lassies they be
Evil tracks their every night
Nightmares scream thru the night
Help me help someone please
Eyes look with wounded sighs
Why me why me cry they all
Guilty of small and little
Why me why me cry they all
Lust drive a stupid man mad
Separate this fool from the good
Gnashing teeth ground he
Tearing at chains this animal bee
No conscious this depraved dog be
Snap snap the whip make this bitch heel
Curb this spider who prays on innocent
Smash smash this cur please
Dirty trash wash hands
No one cares cease
Stupid dog cannot sea
Life is not always seams
Turn run before you crash
No one cares about you all
Simple thoughts please lust
Bye bye goes you all

By Felicia McCaw

The Prodigal Son

Hard as rock his head
Knowledge as green grass
Rebellion know no limits
Escape the endless parade
Sins heaped higher than molehile
Sadness dwell therein
Trouble fleeting parascope
Destiny his own choice
Secrets deep as funnel deep
Love and devotion finders keep
Nimble quick flight he go
Abuse and trouble follow rude
Blocked by narrow minded people he
Seek a way through of nest web
Morrow promised to him not
Sad is the day for all prodigal sons
Sins forgiven by parents need
Blood thick cannot twist
Stand fast despite all
Rumors lies attack us all
Vindication cut liars deep
Tongues cease flip flop
Stand tall prodigal son
Love God prodigal son
Turn break no more
Least stone become

By Felicia McCaw

THE HUNT FOR TOBIAS GREEN

Night cold and wet
Shards of glass filled the air
Blow sweet as hot as new thorn
Sad eyes glared around
Lumbering horses thundered past
Shrill voices filled the sky
Lass come quick don't be daft
Feet don't linger play no song to keep
Lash falling heavily past
Smoke flaring from nostrils wide
Branches whipping and tearing at our eyes
Star bright North I see
Dodge left dodge right
Zig zag zig zag I go
Sweat pouring from fevered flesh
Heart churning thump thump quick
Creep through sticks an stones
Shush shush I hear a noise
Listen listen I hear
Dogs baying in the air
Closer closer they come
No I cry I cannot return
Eyes narrow with determination
I pray strengthen me Lord
Flashes of heat fill me
Move faster and lighter I run
Shadows past me quick
Not far to go to I reach the point
Sides clenching with pain
God keep me I cannot go back
Not far now to go
Strengthen me Lord strengthen me
One last leap to go
Space beneath my feet
Land light as cat on the boat's dock
Cringe and hide beneath canvas thick
Burrow far and deep
Free from cruel punishment forever
Never go back never go back

By Felicia McCaw

ABOUT ME

Hello. My name is Felicia McCaw and I am a returning student to Delta College. My dream has always been to attend college and get a degree and a good job. Further, I have always felt that if a person is willing to dream than he or she can achieve their dream and that the sky is the limit. My life has always seemed to be a changing kaleidoscopes of dreams, priorities and must-do that is a given requirement for me to standstill and fulfill these priorities. Some of these items and dreams had to be placed on the backburner while I continued to work…I am not a serious procrastinator but I have my times when I do put off as much as possible. I am a dreamer who has always wanted to be a writer… right now I don’t care what I write as long as I am achieving a facet of my dream and that is an eternally revolving sphere that is gaining time and learning as it whirls around. My life has always been a little different and I am using these unusual experiences to gain knowledge of who I am and why I was sent here and I am only trying to help others also focus on their dreams. Also, I feel strongly that God gives us our own unique talent and we must use them or not grumble if we don’t.
My interest in poetry is just one of the facets of writing that I wanted to explore since I had started just writing down a little of this and a little of that. It has evolved from the very simplistic to a higher level of poems that astound me because I thought I could just turn in my old drafts but now I realize that by taking this class I have evolved, evolved and evolved and I am just amazed and thrilled by the change that has taken over and reflects in my poetry. Also, not only has it affected my ability to write but it has made me think and know that life is true to you and will not lie and poets are the same way they portray their thoughts and allow you to roam and try to interpret them. This class has given me a dream and that is “Life as a Poet” is extremely interesting and I would not mind continuing to expand on my own and further gain insights and techniques in writing poetry and hopefully getting published since that would be a coup in my cap.
The first step was learning some of things that define a poem, what it consists of and how to approach writing a poem. This class also instructed the other students and I that poetry is not a dry subject it is the heart of a poet in written form. It is the life blood of the one who writes it and relays to the world unselfishly that they love, adore, share, cherish, care and carefully gives a small part of them in each piece they write. This is what this class has taught me and I feel that I have moved further and further from where I used to be and wish to evolve myself further and learn some more of the harder techniques which I approached with trepidation and fear. I feel that in order to get rid of your fear one must pray and then proceed ahead and do your best. I guess what I would say to an incoming person who want s to write poetry is not to be intimidated by the terminology but become relaxed and let the terminology dance around in your mind and see yourself juggling it around and say what is this that is attempting to scare me and say back to the would be fear inducer … it definitely is not you that is intimidating me…I can do this and I will and I will get better as I become more comfortable and more fluent in the language of poetry.
Furthermore, I came to the realization that poetry was used to woo the most beautiful of women and those that were not beautiful were woo as well because of the very fieriness of their nature and strength of character. It was then evolved by men authors to show that not only is poetry a reflection of love but it is also a reflection of the world and dignity, pride, characteristics of all written in full to reflect the world in which we live and to show that we are not always what we seem like a poem it has hidden depths and sometimes these layers has to be revealed layer by layer just like a man and a woman and you will find the inner beauty within. That is what this poetry class has taught me and I will never forget the lesson learned because it has evolved me in another way that I will always appreciate.
Thank you.
Felicia McCaw

WORKSHOP POEMS 1 & 2

WORSHOP POEM

The moon was grey and hard
Timeless past thru moonless pale fool
Former summer gleamer
A morrow is a still
Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen
Mother tough hard soft
Father mean harsh mellow
Brothers not seen hard
Sisters young old senile
Cousins bright gloom happy
Babies bright flash
Nieces chatter box quiet
Nephews young old ageless
Group together fellow
Separate part mesh
Still creep the moon at night
Cold air chill soul
Tail donkey impossible
A forest field crossed
Family is a mirror
Centuries span and end in a brief second
Life is a string
Blood is to real
Faith is to clock
Newborn is to generation
Family is to directions
Directions is to meet

By Felicia McCaw


Black Tibeaus

I see before me life so true
Eyes agleam with mischief
Broad of shoulder he be
Slim of hip I see
Skin aglitter with sweet sweat
Hair curly as a rainbow
Black as the sweet night
Nimble and quick with flash agility
Straight and narrow a path he walks


By Felicia McCaw

SPECIAL POEMS OF THIS CLASS

The God Poem

Hard is a stone
Mercy soft as a hand
Give me thine hand
and mercy will I bestow thee
Ask me and I will lead thee
Follow and I will see thee
Look at me and I will Pray for thee
Love me not and I will forsake thee
Cherish me an I will keep thee and
bestow mercy Forever

By Felicia McCaw

CHILDHOOD POEM

Life is short and sweet
Childhood is secretive and alone
Eyes big and small
Mind flowing deep
Hands tiny, sweet and trusting
Love as deep as forever
Forms small and big
Tree to sorrow bright
See me love me until endless night
I am yours from beginning end

By Felicia McCaw

LOVE POEM

World turns each way, No place will I be allowed to stay
Flip this way and that pledge thou not, My mind is awhirl with all thoughts I see, I hear, I care not, My truest love I wait for thee
Turns, twists, obstacles have blessed my path, I wonder not why,
I found you not My soul hunger for thy sweetest touch
My love is aflame with desire not, See me, hear me, my world has stopped in one place, My mind has stilled with leaps and jumps
I see, I care, I hunger aflame with loves quest, Once my heart was ice and stone, Not it is what, Touch me love least I perish from starvation though I feast, Let my love not dry, See me, hear me, enslave my heart, Let not tomorrow be a folly twist
See me, hear me, shelter me in thine strong arms and let my
head rest against thine strong chest and let thy heart ring in my ear
Love me till tomorrow's yesterday.

By Felicia McCaw

FAMILY POEM #2

The moon was grey and hard
Timeless past thru moonless pale fool
Former summer gleamer
A morrow is a still
Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen
Mother tough hard soft
mean harsh mellow
Sometimes not seen hard
Eternally young old senile
Bright gloom happy
Smart bright flash
Noisy loud chatter box quiet
Moon was old and young yet ageless
Group together fellows strive mercy
Separate part mesh bind and stay
Still creep the moon at night
Cold air chill soul alone
Tail donkey impossible
A forest field crossed
Family is a mirror of all who see
Centuries span and end in a brief second
Life is a string that has no end
Blood is to real as life is to mother
Faith is to clock that see a true mother
Newborn is to generation that sets a mother apart
Family is to directions that still aflame a mother’s heart
Directions is to meet as way is to sorrow
Life is to change as Mother is to stay
Eyes bright and full tears of what do
Sad is to night as laughter is harken
Strength is to eternal as flesh is to weaken
Age is to eternal as youth as to chirp
Hands clasped solace gained not
Lowered head lifted high
Back straight walk tight
Mind clear starry winds no hear
Harsh cold discipline not
Cool hot sweat tinkle from furrow brow
Lazy thought never conceived work endless toil a lot
Loyalty never question steadfast on degree a chart
Reading span attention exceed stars
People is to nectar and sweet as honey do she be
Help one help all is creed that is to life
Travel hesitate not see beyond drawn curtains eye
Paper is to writing as writing is to forever
Contentment is as a cup of spring water to a man who thrist

By Felicia McCaw

FREEDOM POEM

Winds blow calm as night
Owls eyes gleam fierce cold
Mass lights reflect a star made bold
Twinkling, rippling brooks laughing happily
Two lovers seek to be free
Lovers dance naked freely two
Eyes aglow with raptures delight the eyes
Sins forgotten through lovers quest although sins
Merrily spins the cuckoo nest of who fools merrily
Thoughts of fleeing this savage life uppermost in thoughts
Mind bogs with plans to be leave now leave fast
Life short fill with misery work
Till dawn until way after the sun goes down toil
Abreast a stallion we a teasing
Fly like eagle fleet of wind
Never return may not we
For death awaits they capture we
Love of air as tresses to free
Blink of eye see me never or not

By Felicia McCaw

The Journey Poem

Life began short
Toil and Sweat I began
Feet tingle I thee forth
Money I question not
Around I see that cannot be bought
Up and down the river I flow
Schemes and maps appear before my eye
Begin the quest deny
Kick aside protest do me
For passing this test blue
Makes a traveler quest two
Twinkle around on glitz toes
Many more will I see
Merry I go to lands unknown
Blood hot to not cool it yes
Experience this treasure of life
I free myself of all strife
Traveling, Traveling I go

By Felicia McCaw

LIFE AS IT MAY
(Sestina)

GREAT THINGS COME SMALL
SEA PATTERNS TURN AROUND
LIVE EACH DAY COME WHAT MAY
SAD IS THE DAY IS LONG
MORROW'S SONG CALL THE YOUNG
TODAY WE CELEBRATE A SUDDEN

LIFE IS GOOD AND MAY END SUDDEN
CIRCLE OF LIFE AND WHEEL SMALL
PROTECT AND LIVE FOR THE YOUNG
SAD DAYS MAY SOON END AROUND
YET MORROW'S DAY LAST LONG
BIG AND SMALL IS WHAT MAY

BY FELICIA MCCAW

SUNFLOWERS
(Villanelle)

BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET
GLEAMING FIERY IN THE AIR
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

BECKON TO ALL WHO SEE
FLUTTER WILDLY IN THE BREEZE
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET

TWIST AND TURN MERRILY DANCE
PETAL YELLOW AND MIDDLE SEA
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

SOLID AND TRIM THEY BE
SPINNING AND TWIRLING AGLOW
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET

LISSOM AND FIRM AS RAINBOWS END
SOFT AS A BABY'S CHEEK
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

FUZZY AS A CATERPILLAR'S LEAP
STALKS STRAIGHT AS A SOLDIER'S BACK
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

BY FELICIA MCCAW

MYSTERY OF AN ENGLISH SONNET
(Sonnet)

Eyes of the sky
Crave the sweet sigh
Fly swift a doves cry
Foolish blink does her eye
Comes the fear of tomorrow row
Sad and happy days aplenty abide
Try as hard at today's tow
Each other has one to take a side
Mean cruel days fly free
Rob tomorrow to pay and end
But yesterday will always see
Lonely days may not seem to bend
Happy days appear always amay
Lovers blue no more but travel and flow

By Felicia McCaw

FLY BALLOON AS YOU MAY
(A special prose poem)

Balloon flying high in the sky, fleet of
feet they are of lovers quest running down a merry
lane they go where no one knows but they. Sad and happy
paint upon their faces they wiggle and chase a lad
down a narrow aisle of flowers sweet going faster than
merry go rounds twirl of gray and yellow. "Help" he
calls I cannot be a merry balloon I am not seen many
twirls a turns I will not be. Kaleidoscopes aglow in one
corner is to seek a sad and lonely soul to capture and keep
but not aglow a true wish. "Lie" cry the boy I have not
agreed to such a folly as then you see. Merry ways are to
much to be. Flap Flap goes the balloons to catch another
glee.

By Felicia McCaw

Blog Entry #4 1/2

"In Winter" by P. Hurshell

This poem reflects that the author can recognize something wrong at once and that no matter what the truth will be revealed in the turn of day. For example, it was a lie one day and the truth the next day when all was revealed. Also, that some find it harder to do right and that they find it more beguiling to err (do wrong) than to do the right thing. Further that the truth is not always accepted, but if the truth is upheld than the reality of life is truth and truth is life. Seek the truth and enlightenment will follow and walking a straight path of life reflects truth and there will never be any uncertainties.

Blog Entry #4

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading two chapters in WW (Ch.11 &13), Reading of "Because you Asked", "Supermarket in California", BAP poems on Pages 62, 64, 66, 68 & 70, and Goldberg 112 - 148. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing as follows:

"How To Be Eaten By a Lion" by Michael Johnson

This poem reflects that if you are in a threatening or non-threatening position than a person must stand by what they know is right and stand their ground against opposition and lies. Do not rail and rant at your fate but continue standing steadfast and be truthful, honest and hold onto your dignity. Although, life is different and throws many unkind blows sometimes these minor or major skirmishes leave pain and a person must realize the world and people within can be unkind but a person must still continue to stand and live upright. By persevering and living courageously this will reveal the true nature of you and that is you are a survivor.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory,

To Yahweh" by Tina Kelly

This poem reflects that God is the very essence of the blood of Christ...that he is the life fluid that runs through our veins. He is all that is good, kind, loving and normal in our life and he will carry us through the hardest episodes in our life when we stray to far from the path and light. His voice is the thunder and lightening and the harsh hand of discipline if we stray far from his path of righteousness. That he is the giver of food in the time of trouble and the book of knowledge. He is also the creator of Eve the mate and love of Adam. He is the giver of her to bring forth life in such a finely created form created she and he. He is thee that which release the soul into a newly born, the creator of music, learner of the unlearned, the one to whom we pray and the giver, forgiver and the lover of all, teacher of all, forever.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory, Metaphor

"What I Think of Death, If Anyone's Asking" by Maud Kelly

This poem relays that scientists are driven to ensure the quality and safeness of dairy products and the health of livestock. Intriguing to see the vision of them providing substance and life to the many and the hard work that goes in providing dairy products that one unknown and untutored would be surprised by the very complexity of what seems a simple task. Further, reflected the indiscretions of youth taking one drink too many and trespassing on someone's land and playing tricks on the farmer's livestock.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory

"Why do you keep putting animals in your poems?" by Lance Larsen

This poem reflects the author's appreciation to be alive and his/her prayers of thankfulness. Greater and small things are given thank for and what has been learned. Further, acceptance of who he is and that his happiness is leaping by leaps and bound is reflected. Also, the more problems that a person gets rid of the more a happier they get and feel reborn out of the seriousness of it all. The more problems that a person gets rid of the more a person hungers for new adventures or goals that makes a person laugh with glee at a new challenge. This type of relaxation or recreational activity relaxes our stress level and keeps us sane. Sometimes you just have to take time out, play and improvise.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory, Metaphor

"Open Field" by Phillis Levin

This poem relays that we as a people like to be viewed as an individual and judged on our own merits. Further, that we have the same right to be happy as others and have the same opportunity as well. But as is the nature of man some are criticized for being different, for being a changer, for being a dreamer and for being someone who wishes to just be different. Also, that plans of tomorrow can be made tentatively until made definitely and reflects the interaction of one thing to another. Further, that we cannot forget where we come from and always remember the bridge that carried us to our destination.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory

POEMS - COVERS BLOG 1 - BLOG 5

Anthony Sweet

Mischief do I see Personality of a maybem 

Quicksilver is his thoughts 

Limber is his heart Tenacious is his nature 

To see loves chapel 

Money important not be 

Life good is eye stripped 

Blinkers gone to reveal storm 

Working bee must honey bee 

By Felicia McCaw

A SWEET TRIBUTE TO MY MAN 

O SWEET A THOUGHT THAT I COULD NOT SAY 

WHEN HE FILLS ME MY HEART DOETH CRY WITHIN

MY LOVE OVERFLOWETH WITH THOUGHTS THAT I COULD NOT SAY 

MY FLESH QUIVERS WITH CHILL BUMPS 

MY FLESH BURNETH WITH UNQUENCHED DESIRES 

FILL ME LOVE STILL MY THRIST 

GIVE TO ME WHICH MY SOUL DESIRETH 

LOVE ME STILL MY EYE 

QUIETH MY DESIRE 

FILL ME WITH THY FLESH 

BRING FORTH THIS DESIRE THAT QUESTION NOT 

By Felicia McCaw 

BUTTERFLY CRY 

Light as a butterfly 

I flutter my wings 

On every sigh I lean into the wind 

Then I cry 

By Felicia McCaw 

LOVE 

Be still O’ foolish heart 

Dare you leap and twist 

When your fate is so unknown 

You seeketh and searcheth but will 

Thou findeth what you wisheth 

Or will you fade and wither away 

For what thee seeketh is worthy of 

Few but seeked by many 

By Felicia McCaw 

SADNESS 

O’ such sorrow fills the heart 

Wandering why makes it stop 

Ceaseless beat, ceaseless twists 

Why must life be so hard 

And knoweth not why it 

Stoppeth not this ravaging beast 

Which devours the soul 

And leaves it bleak 

As night 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Foolish Heart 

O’ that my heart should go faint at the sight 

Of thine beloved face 

That my soul should weep tears of joy 

From thine nearness 

Hearken unto me O’ dove of joy 

That my love should flee thee not 

But that I should stand steadfast in thy petals of love 

O’ sweet joy that though is 

Leave my side nay 

But stay forever in my heart and love 

Today, Yesterday & Today Forever more may they 

I lovest thee now and 

Forever 

By Felicia McCaw 

CLOSE THE M.F.DOOR 

Every word a lash on my back 

Mouth firm 

Straighter I stand 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Chained Poet 

If a poet cannot be free 

What is he 

But a fool with a chain around his neck 

See not him but 

Hear his verse 

Sweet of tongue 

Questioning him not 

For far along he travels 

On a quest that he may not win 

Fallen from thine eye 

Tears shed free 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Poor and Wretched 

Poor man walks the street 

Bare and cold is he 

Feet shod in sleet 

Face cold and meek 

Life barren and dear 

Soul cold and weary 

Goal to survive is he 

Life toil heavy and deep 

Seep into his soul despair deep 

Mean are the people to him 

Savage and cruel are they to he 

Till death comes to free 

By Felicia McCaw 

Sirens 

Call I hear the siren far and near 

Who has died now or has trouble deep 

Below is a meadow with deep furlows 

To receive aplenty of those who sleep 

Sweet and low is it to keep 

For those who fly away and whose graver may never seep 

Fly away my dear and near one 

Least I come near and have no heap 

Torn and am I for their is no one to peep 

My love one was one to keep me on seat 

Sorry I am that no one carer 

Believe me sweet I live today 

For yesterday I have no Monday 

But sad am I that I cannot see 

My life is not a melody 

No music in life I have not today 

Far and near I cannot be 

My life is a yesteryear with you not near 

Nights aflame with sadness I cannot end this madness that took you from here 

By Felicia McCaw 

Prejudice 

Cruel a fate this be 

That tomorrow's man cannot be 

Nothing as thin air is he 

Regard for one as naught they say 

Look South and North Far and wide 

East and West Torn inside are those troubled deep 

Helpless to those as cruel 

Yield not a strong Steel rod he be 

Willow is to bend Wind is have no end 

Soon morrow come Free of this pain come soon 

Breaks again and again they say 

Proud looks remain is those troubled 

No one else carries the shame 

Others hate carries the blame 

Sorrow will be their game 

By Felicia McCaw 

INSIGHT 

Eyes open shut then open 

See a morrow's moon 

Far fetched they say is life 

Truth will come to you 

Rivers of pain ride deep 

Accusers heart will not seep 

Sorrow's heart gallop free 

Never to be ridden is the way to see 

Sun and gloom gather deep 

Thoughts are questing and flowing wide 

Mouths opening wide shutting 

Truth flays a person wide 

Step away from the tide 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 DOVES CRY 

Petals of loves joy 

Opening shyly they will 

A sweet lover tryst 

Meadows sweet beckons some 

Clasped in my lover's arm I see or hear nothing world 

Involved in life most secret nest

Tremble and sway my bones become nay 

I flow I tremble I quack 

Stomach pains me hunger fierce 

Thought of time have no meaning 

Pleasure so swift that doves cry 

Tears sparkle within my eye 

I clasp his neck like chain 

Trembles ripped my soul apart 

Hide no more I cannot 

Revealed my sweet sinful sweet 

Past times of the pleasure denied long 

No one with key to open door 

Revealed am I not to all 

Only sweet one can make doves cry 

By Felicia McCaw 

 Loves Quest

Such a man is he 

Defies the mold you sea 

Grace and firm he walks 

Makes my thought flight and roam 

Heart pound like thunderously chariot 

Loins quiver with lightening flashes 

Faint am I till I cry 

Resurrect me with thy kiss 

Rip my threads bare 

Ravish me and fill me true 

Lips parched I cannot deny 

Savage beat mating song 

Soul flys on hurricane swirl 

Same I never be 

By Felicia McCaw 

Crime and Passion 

Unstill Night Listen to the cry of the sirens 

What goes on now? Crime and passion fly with wings 

Thoughts unseen deeds cruel 

Mean as fire flesh and blood 

Lightening flash stabbing chair 

Cry inside my eyes dare 

Listen not please fall alive 

Hands quiver and shake 

Bowed head with sorrow's need 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 CITY HALL 

Enter the door dark, gloom 

Stricken with repetition 

What do you see? 

Reptilians slide around 

Hiss, Hiss they go we gossip 

Dark nests everywhere 

Intrigue and mysteries abide 

Trouble sport for all 

Vicious tongues flay all near 

Sin abound within the door 

Lustful thoughts flood the gates 

Mean and cruel they be to customer's fall

Co-workers beaten down and torn assunder 

Slap slap goes the whipping hand 

Evil looks at the fool at helm 

Ground his bounds they wish be 

Stricken with drought ugly follow 

Who would follow a fool like he 

Not I say me all agree 

Rot and stupid his brain be 

Not only him this affliction set 

Twiddle dee and dumb aplenty 

Caution to all who enter shy 

Before you bat your eye 

No eye left to comfort sight 

Enter quick and business conduct 

Flee with wings of Pan

Least quicksilver swallow 

O' City Hall why by cruel 

By Felicia McCaw 

 City of Saginaw 

City of nowhere seen 

Small and foul it be 

Black nougats abide crazy day 

Fumes of soil emit they 

Spinning around merry foul 

Crazed become all 

Forked tongues the way 

Batter and splatter all with virtue they do 

Slash crash comes the verbal lash 

Pain reverberate from a back no more 

Righteous anger fill pride 

Stand with sword hide 

See me not I come to thee 

Slick and cruel I will be 

Learn your ways I have seen 

Lesson teach you will be 

For God say forsake the fool 

May you lose your sole 

Keen of thought know sin 

Run fight retreat come again 

Finish this fools quest 

Maybe you see your least 

Riddle until the end of time 

I repeat not least I rhyme 

Look over shoulder fool 

Life is good and so is cruel 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 SWEET FELICIA 

Face round as the moon 

Eyes shade of liquid brown 

Breast full as a mirage 

Strong and straight her back 

Tenacious as a porcupine heart 

Tender as a baby skin 

Loving as deep as the ocean blue 

Secret as the deep lagoon 

Elusive as a dream gone 

Changeable as flicker of time 

Serious mein her face 

Thoughts fleeting and swift 

Predictable as future time 

Loyal as a clock set 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Stormy Monday 

Each day passes into gloom 

Old men passing along 

Shifting Kaleidoscopes flew 

Clocks tick tock back to back 

Worker sad and unhappy 

Conflict flew in desert storm 

Battalion grounds established 

White flag flew 

Run run fast as a dear 

Never return to desert storm 

Sorry a day came Stormy Monday 

By Felicia McCaw 

 BLACK SEBASTIAN 

(The lover of her life and soul) 

Hair straight as night rainfall 

Eyes hard predatory sherry 

Nose straight as green blade 

Lips full and puffs of cruel snap 

Teeth like strong pearls 

Chin carved and square 

Neck strong as pillar 

Tongue like a whipping adder 

Shoulders broad as tomorrow 

Chest muscled and carved 

Waist an stomach flat and trim 

Brawny arms strong enough to crush 

Hands strong and hard firm 

Thighs carved with muscles writhing and 

twisting with each step Impatient as swirling whip 

Growls emit deep within 

Conceit rich as cream 

Spoiled is he 

Calves splendid as flash fire 

Feet beautiful and free I see him in my eye 

Thought of him make me sigh 

Discontent fills me because it cannot be 

Eyes wide I look and see 

Blink blink I cannot believe 

Breath rush hard and heave heave 

Mind awhirl with thoughts that should not

 Plead with fate make it so 

Fear abound and twirl and roll 

Pride set aside as a foolish year 

Kiss thee and float on roses swift 

Touch him and I burn aflame atorch 

Liquid is mind and bones that melt away 

Jackass I used to be of famine pleasure 

Heels dug deep as ravine fathom 

Till I see he and my knees fail me 

Waves of crescendo hit me crash 

Hide and shelter I cannot find 

Flow with him as two rivers merge thunderously 

Passion's lure has caught me unaware 

Craves of hunger fill my belly pain 

Pain of pleasure run through my soul 

Tears sparkle in my eyes 

Eyes full of rainbow's of hope 

Love found I cannot but sigh 

Lost forever in his arms 

Stir me not for I cannot be 

Souls atwine never part 

By Felicia McCaw 

Sunday's Little Morrow 

 See my little KeiKei

 Why he come to me 

Fill my heart with grateful deed 

My little sugar come only to me 

I peak into his eye 

Clear, smooth deceptive gloom 

Naughty, smart, loving little pea 

True or not this little friend of mine 

Never foe just love he sea 

Trust and love receive he well 

See my little KeiKei 

Companion lonely not 

By Felicia McCaw 

Breeze Come What May 

A sad lonely breeze passed this way 

Seeking a small little hand 

Smile wide as graceful dawn 

Twirl little one twirl 

Little feet dance on air 

Small hands all aglitter 

Grace of this small one amaze 

Who belong to this little one sweet 

Mama and Dad proud of this blessed sugar bee 

All who see fall under her spell ocean wide 

Twinkle Twinkle little one on a breeze come what may 

By Felicia McCaw 

October 26, 2020 

To:  Sammie

 From:  Felicia McCaw

 I want to say that you have made an impact in my life and I will always remember the little girl who stole my heart and made it hers.

Loving you always and always!

 Felicia

 

Bend of Rainbow 

Color wide and flare Ripples of light reflect all

Happy kids dance around Merry go the chase 

Blue green yellow red 

Arrows flash through sad 

Trust compel mass around 

From end to end 

Bend of time rainbow cry 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Money 

Gift of all who seek 

Hard and cruel those without 

Seeked far and near 

Sad and burdened those without 

Life comforts it does provide 

Greed befall those connive 

Cherish it not least it run 

Love it above all crash 

Lust for it some fools do 

Bye money I need all no

By Felicia McCaw 

Twinkle Star

Little one little one who you are 

Waited for all eternity sweet one 

Arms wide open tenderly patiently 

Cherish twinkle forever more 

Rock rock on my knee strong 

Inspire my mind to dream 

Twirl and whirl I receive my one 

Kiss the little cheek soft spun 

Toss in air catch my bundle triple 

Little pearls flashing white 

Eyes dancing merrily soft 

Teach all my little star 

Keep safe as Fort Knox 

Click click goes little feet 

School school goes my little one 

Learn all teachers teach least I tear 

Twinkle star shine bright white 

Glow in my heart and spin freely 

Proud proud my lips grin 

Twinkle star help all 

By Felicia McCaw 

Music Free

 

Ever hear a melody's cry 

Black dots aplenty believe 

See how they dance on paper 

Trickle trickle a note goes 

Embrace the ear sweet as gold 

Soul dance and spin waves wide 

High and low soft and loud 

Fingers trail tenderly down 

Play the song of dots pave 

Yellow brick we all follow 

Heels click and away we go 

Thrills and chills slide down 

Music free for all who care 

By Felicia McCaw 

Photographer's Eye 

Peep peep in little hole 

Vision grace the sky 

Unbelievable sight I must capture 

Flash fleeting gone forever 

Try try I must capture all 

Greedy I am for all sights 

Illusion fool the unknown 

Realist see through true 

Eyes bubble as untethered stream 

Roam freely traipsed everywhere 

Universe my playground space 

Dance with glee I capture prey 

Thrills of elation fill me full 

My photographer's eye fail me not 

Sights unseen I need desperately 

Travel far and near I will go 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 Dreams of Sleep 

Rock a bye a weeping willow 

Cradle of arms I desire 

Peaceful slumber evade me 

Dreams vivid, clear and lucid 

Profound and deep I find them 

Rivers of ocean enthrall me 

Waves choppy and smooth dance 

Wakeful nights are free to all 

Next night comes slumber deep 

Peaceful dreams of sleep seduce 

No longer flip and flop condemn me 

Rest of night cradle as may 

Quiet and restful don't disturb 

My eyes slumber anyway 

 By Felicia McCaw

Blog Entry #3

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading three chapters in WW (Ch.6,7 & 8), Reading of "The Negro Speaks of Rivers", "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town", BAP poems on Pages 21, 23, 24, 26 & 27, and Goldberg 75 - 111. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing as follows:

DON'T TELL, BUT SHOW

This reflects that a writer has to breath life into a story when expressing emotion. Also, that as a writer when installing feelings in your work - stay in direct connection with the senses.

BE SPECIFIC

Always be detail oriented and be specific always and realize that a writer becomes the subjects in his/her writing. (All at once and then now.)

BIG CONCENTRATION

This section deals with learning to concentrate by not being blocked and being open. Most writers are single-minded, focused and had to learn to concentrate and stay focused on the task at hand.

THE ORDINARY AND EXTRAORDINARY

A writer should look at the ordinary and extraordinary as a boon that gives meat and potatoes to his project. Always remember details, details, details are paramount of importance and helps make the writing flow easier.

TALK IS THE EXERCISE GROUND

A writer's advantage is talk, talk, talk and that is it helps find new directions and help defeat writer's block.

WRITING IS A COMMUNAL ACT

Writing is a communal act and allows others to participate in the process. Expand your conscious and consider all people's opinion and reflect them. Also, get together with others for moral support and let your fingers fly like wings over the paper.

ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS A MERCEDES BENZ

The goal of a writer is to disappear and
become the character in the story or whatever writing project that is being done.

BE AN ANIMAL

When in Rome do as Romans do - that is what writing is all about - merge in and allow the flow of creativity to take over. Also, learn to time self and try to establish whether or not you can write under pressure or with an actual deadline. Never give up - if you don't succeed try again until you do so. Bring it. Stalk the city for any and all writing ideas or whatever.

MAKE STATEMENTS AND ANSWER QUESTIONS

This sections deals with learning to make a statement then follow up with a question to obtain more information and data about a situation. Always make clear affirmative statements to keep on track and question, question on to find out as much as you can. Get on a higher tier -- let your mind roam and gather all the information you can get.

THE ACTION OF A SENTENCE

This section deals with verbs and nouns and how to use them interchangeably within sentences because these are the framework for paragraphs and eventually books.

WRITING IN RESTAURANTS

This section deals with writing in a restaurant and how this is a great place to relax and write. It is a little unusual but try to develop a rapport with the restaurant and you may have a perfect place that may alleviate writer's block or just be a place of writer's curiosity. Once a writer develops "writer curiosity" it is a state where everything will inspire him/her.

THE WRITING STUDIO

This place like every nook a writer likes to be quiet and not distracted. It becomes almost like a "holy place" where no one is wanted unless invited. It is the place where imagination takes wing and fly.

A BIG TOPIC: EROTICISM

This topic is probably where a lot of writers sit and decide how to approach without stepping over the edge. Dis- cretion is always good...know where to draw the line...keep specifics about topic and writing, revise later.

A TOURIST IN YOUR OWN TOWN

This section deals with how a person can be right in their own hometown and be be a tourist. But this can be reversed by giving the place you live a second chance and start exploring where you are and start writing about ordinary and everything.

WRITE ANYPLACE

Be comfortable, take a notebook with you always...scribble, scribble...never let a thought escape. Train and learn to focus anywhere, block out the noise and receive stimuli from anyone or anywhere. Test yourself and try different angles, different places don't let anything stop you. Write away and float as your thought and words.

2 1/2 notes on poems

Notes on poems

ROOFERS

This poem relays a clear reflection and not of what it takes to a do a roofing job. It gives great detail in visualization skills and reflect the duty of each roof. It gives a comparison of "shingles slapping the ground like a clown's feet" which is a clearly a clever analogy and gives it very credence and influence to the great William Shakespeare himself. "Great rolls of thunder, the roof of heaven cluttered with gods" are clear reflections of usage of a mix of hyperbole and a paradox. This poem reflects the author's love of poetry and his reference of W. Shakespeare as his mentor. It also reflects the workers know their job and take pleasure in doing a good job and know how to work in harmony toward completing the job accurately and quick. Author also uses a simile that states "the eye is like the Important God" which I believe means that god is omniscient and he further states that his imaginary world that he views is not real and I believe he has fear for the future doe his living in another world.

THE BOOK OF STEVE

This poem starts off with a misrepresentation that is known as a paradox. The author discuss the very possibility of the creation of Adam and Eve and further states what if this was possible, proven but not recorded and in the lost books of the bible He goes on to imply that maybe this is possible...no real evidence points otherwise. Concrete & Abstract images are reflected in this poem as well as the duties that had to been done. In the form is an illusion that their may have been some form of sexual contact between the ants or someone else hidden in the text and that Adam and Steve was in charge of the animals. Usage of similes are intermingled in the poem and reflects that with all situations their will be shifting of responsibility and complaints and destruction of books by others. It reflects that Steve was moved from the Book of Steve (given a helpmate that was not fruitful) and allowed to go to another quadrant due to a brief inference in poem and reflects the usage of similes.

FROM THE BOY’S OWN BOOK

This poem starts with an idea that a boy could defy actual time itself and that time is relattively of no significance to him. A student of nature is the child who plays games to test the force of gravity itself. Similes is used to reflect the nature of child who possibly has a very scientific nature enjoys doing his own tests on gravity while doing chores or in his free time. Hidden messages and obvious listed in this poem which uses concrete and abstract images and analogy to bring about a point that young do as young do although now that he is older restrictions needed. Further relayed that a person must walk the straight and narrow to receive and enjoy life's rewards of prosperity. Furthermore, although the young man daredevil games -- he stopped while his brother continued to his death.

A pack of cards is like a garden because they both serve a purpose - one to use in play and entertainment and a garden provides enjoyment, entertainment and substance to live.

Sealing wax is like a soldier because a soldier is trained to stand firm like a melted wax that evolves to sealing wax.

Man is like a burning candle because a candle burns and dwindles and so does a man who dies slowly each day and dwindles as times goes on.

THE GREAT AMERICAN POEM

This poem starts out with abstracts that brought no images to mind and allegories are being used to reflect the author proceeding in a narrative fashion. The author states that as in a novel a character and framework to portray a scene that would enthrall the reader to continue to turn pages would be needed. The poem is relaying in a definite tone what this artwork is about and that it is a poem that has a hidden agenda and challenges the reader to find out what is being written or being said. It reflects the author's wish to ensue a battle of wits ..of his thoughts vs yours with yourself and him in an imaginary room which will disappear after a few more lines. This poem and author is challenging the reader to confirm his thought on the scenario do you agree or not that through it all no one really cares. That the expectation of better things of life are needed immediately and the need for peace is a tangible as eating an orange.

THE SONG OF AMERICA

This poem reflects the issue of discerning right and wrongs done between siblings and the need of a child to not follow in their footsteps, accept the norms of society, to listen objectively, to view and analyze the need for war and understand that conflict between people will eventually resolve itself, become an educator and help those with special issues. Further, this poem also states that this child is being raised to help peasants overcome the stigma and affliction of a lack of a proper education. It also reflects that the child is being raised to keep chin up even though the hurt is deep inside and retain good morals. This poem also reflects how dangerous it is to see, hear and be in the wrong place at the right time and how important it is for that child to get away from people (bad factor) as quick as possible and to be truthful as possible.

This poem is a narrative format that reveals and hides but reflects the need for all parents to train and raise a child properly.

3 1/2 notes on poems

Notes on poems

FRUED

This poem is rather unusual with several contradictions. It reflects to me that contact has been lost with mom and that she has been tramped on, criticized by the younger generation and rejected by the son. Private thoughts in poem by author analyzing relationship (son & mom) based on Freud's theories.

Troubled relation between son & parents - indication of abuse

and son lack of wishing to put up with the abuse anymore.

Therapy received and reception eagerly welcomed.

Also, there is a lot of play on words throughout - unclear and clear - dad has been retired out of son's life.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory,

APPARITION

This poem reflects that traditions are being forgotten and norms discarded. Also, that as times goes by a person (elderly person) becomes apathetic and tired of trying to continuously fight and then life changes channels and meets youth. A refreshing change that stirs interest in life torn and almost gone but living true to his life the young man perceived as a country "hick" brings to life a strange thing that he has become the poem and the poem he.

Analogy, Concrete, Metaphor

HOW IT WILL END

This poem reflects the nature of man to be invasive and speculatory in situations that don't concern them. Indicated is the reading of false signals and poorly attributing their interpretations and then subsequently coming to an argument themselves about the scenario by revealing characteristics in each other that they dislike and the start of making it a personal vendetta against each other. Consequently, this poem just let you know that "a person's business" is everyone business.

Concrete, Allegory, Hyperbole

GETTING SERIOUS

This poem reflects that most people are doing a lot of soul searching (looking for salvation) which I feel the author or writer is doing so. The author's need for being right with God is tantamount an uppermost and is also a priority of other people also.

Further reflected is as we age we become absent-minded, forgetful, unsure and uncertain and also reflected is the author's past and present with good deeds done as well as questionable deeds.

Metaphor, Concrete, Analogy

BLACK SNAKE

This poem brings the image of a frightening scenario of a poisonous snake that appears from nowhere rippling, slippery with menace. Danger and sure death quick vile cold with pain is sure to come with bite. Also, this poem just reflects that no matter how secure a house is kept danger is always lurking around the corner. Further, relayed is that a snake can shed its skin - but will it ever change? Transparent trappings dark clear and yet the nature is empty like the author unknown, unfathomable because it reflects a difference each time.

Concrete, Paradox, Analogy

MacLeish vs Dickson - Comparison

MacLeish vs Dickson - Comparison posted by Felicia McCaw Sun May 16 18:04:06 2010

MacLeish vision on poetry in my opinion is that a poem can signify many small and great things. It can personify itself and manifest and be evolved to relay many intriguing factors of life.

Dickinson vision on poetry is to relay a secret message of how truth is perceived and how it can be relayed to astound and confound the many.

It appears they both approach poetry in a fashion to reveal that poetry is not based on fiction but is a true art form that is worked at and achieved, but still holds mysteries that have to be investigated and thoroughly studied to gain the full meaning of a poet's heart and vision of the world.

Discussion on Poem - "WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER

WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER posted by Felicia McCaw Sat May 22 19:53:37 2010

This poem reflects a subject who is a learned astronomer versed and trained and an associate to assist. The concrete imagery is reflected throughout the poem with proofs, figures, situated in neat columns, charts and diagrams which are the lifeblood of an astronomer's life. The very detailed and precision necessary in his profession is like having water in a lake. A lake cannot be if there is no water. Can it?

Also, at the beginning of the poem is a little sarcasm "learn'd astronomer", e.g., if he is so learned why does he need me to check his work. Further, there appears to be a streak of jealously relayed since the assistant or associate who had to check the work became ill for no accountable reason due to probably his feeling of not being acknowledged as a team player who contributed to the project.

All the time the assistant or associate had to endure the applause, applause the astronomer received whilst he received none. After enduring the lecture for as long as he could he left (to be alone licking his wounds) with a sense of being wronged and stood looking at the stars in perfect silence in the mystical moist night-air and peaceful quietness without having to hear the astronomer drone on and on.

These are my thoughts on this poem that sometimes in America although you assist just don't expect to get the credit you deserve also.

Discussion on Poem - "MENDING WALL"

MENDING WALL posted by Felicia McCaw Sat May 22 20:46:33 2010 MENDING WALL

This poem reflects concrete imagery throughout, maybe a couple of metaphors and is an allegory.

Starting out the poem reflects anger (reverberating under the surface of civility) as indicated by "Something there is" doesn't love a wall - whoever destroyed the wall is now known as "Something there is" now. The anger is cold, hostile but controlled and slowly seething to have to repair damage to his fence on a continuous basis. Diplomacy is used with neighbors to meet about fence but unknowingly to the owner of the fence...no one wants to own to destroying it by putting gaps in at will down the line of his fence.

This poem reflects a lot of narrative relayance of character and events in throughout. It reflects a conflict over a fence that will never be resolved because all his neighbor will state "Good fences make good neighbors" which is a little intimidating because there is no conversation just this repeated "grunt". The owner of the fence is trying to keep the situation light or lighten the situation with a little levity but is failing miserably.

The very motions of his neighbor is running shivers of fear down his back because the image reflects him walking with two stones grasped in each hand and moving stealthy around continuously grunting "Good fences make good neighbors".

This is my interpretation of this poem and it is clearly a problem everywhere in this country (America) of neighbor clashing with neighbor over their little piece of earth they own.

1 1/2 Goldberg Theory-week 1

GOLDBERG - THEORY DISCUSSION 1-38 posted by Felicia McCaw Sun May 16 18:27:54 2010 In retrospection of thought, I read the narration of Goldbergs' Book "Writing Down the Bones" and it gave a introduction that puts the reader on a friendly rapport and begins to direct them into direction of writing poetry.

This book helps direct you in the step of being a writer and what it takes to get there. It begins with there is no logical way to become a good writer only the steps in how to begin with an open mind and take up pen and paper and go and let flow. Writing is an expression of self and not a timed exercise...it is a way of letting the mind flow and go and let the pencil or pen follow. As indicated in her book practice, practice makes perfect or not...it is your continued effort toward achieving your goal that matters...will I make it or not...am I intimidated and if I am what can I do about it. This selection of reading covers what a person needs to do to take that intimidation and turn it around and make it a positive instead of negative and go for what you know and don't know.

Continuing on she states that one of the main aims in writing practice is to learn to trust your own mind and body and not be impatient and aggressive. Seek out many topics, try the ones that intrigue you first then go to the ones that interest you the least and learn to expand writing habits from the experience. Never worry about talent or capability that will increase as you get more knowledgeable and experienced.

Always strive and don't retreat but proceed and push further and further until your talent as writer increases.
Felicia McCaw

3 1/2 Goldberg Theory-week 3

DON'T TELL, BUT SHOW

This reflects that a writer has to breath life into a story when expressing emotion. Also, that as a writer when installing feelings in your work - stay in direct connection with the senses.

BE SPECIFIC

Always be detail oriented and be specific always and realize that a writer becomes the subjects in his/her writing. (All at once and then now.)

BIG CONCENTRATION

This section deals with learning to concentrate by not being blocked and being open. Most writers are single-minded, focused and had to learn to concentrate and stay focused on the task at hand.

THE ORDINARY AND EXTRAORDINARY

A writer should look at the ordinary and extraordinary as a boon that gives meat and potatoes to his project. Always remember details, details, details are paramount of importance and helps make the writing flow easier.

TALK IS THE EXERCISE GROUND

A writer's advantage is talk, talk, talk and that is it helps find new directions and help defeat writer's block.

WRITING IS A COMMUNAL ACT

Writing is a communal act and allows others to participate in the process. Expand your conscious and consider all people's opinion and reflect them. Also, get together with others for moral support and let your fingers fly like wings over the paper.

ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS A MERCEDES BENZ

The goal of a writer is to disappear and
become the character in the story or whatever writing project that is being done.

BE AN ANIMAL

When in Rome do as Romans do - that is what writing is all about - merge in and allow the flow of creativity to take over. Also, learn to time self and try to establish whether or not you can write under pressure or with an actual deadline. Never give up - if you don't succeed try again until you do so. Bring it. Stalk the city for any and all writing ideas or whatever.

MAKE STATEMENTS AND ANSWER QUESTIONS

This sections deals with learning to make a statement then follow up with a question to obtain more information and data about a situation. Always make clear affirmative statements to keep on track and question, question on to find out as much as you can. Get on a higher tier -- let your mind roam and gather all the information you can get.

THE ACTION OF A SENTENCE

This section deals with verbs and nouns and how to use them interchangeably within sentences because these are the framework for paragraphs and eventually books.

WRITING IN RESTAURANTS

This section deals with writing in a restaurant and how this is a great place to relax and write. It is a little unusual but try to develop a rapport with the restaurant and you may have a perfect place that may alleviate writer's block or just be a place of writer's curiosity. Once a writer develops "writer curiosity" it is a state where everything will inspire him/her.

THE WRITING STUDIO

This place like every nook a writer likes to be quiet and not distracted. It becomes almost like a "holy place" where no one is wanted unless invited. It is the place where imagination takes wing and fly.

A BIG TOPIC: EROTICISM

This topic is probably where a lot of writers sit and decide how to approach without stepping over the edge. Dis- cretion is always good...know where to draw the line...keep specifics about topic and writing, revise later.

A TOURIST IN YOUR OWN TOWN

This section deals with how a person can be right in their own hometown and be be a tourist. But this can be reversed by giving the place you live a second chance and start exploring where you are and start writing about ordinary and everything.

WRITE ANYPLACE

Be comfortable, take a notebook with you always...scribble, scribble...never let a thought escape. Train and learn to focus anywhere, block out the noise and receive stimuli from anyone or anywhere. Test yourself and try different angles, different places don't let anything stop you. Write away and float as your thought and words.

Blog Entry #2

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading three chapters in WW (Ch. 3, & 5), Reading of "The Learn'd Astronomer", "Mending Wall", BAP poems on Pages 11, 13, 15, 17 & 19, and Goldberg 39 - 74. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing it relays in relaxed fashion of how to start writing by just taking it slow and allow yourself to crawl then walk. The next session centered on obsessions and how to take those obsession and turn into a writer's project because you are already familiar with the project.

Next, it emphasized on using details and the power of details and how important they are when right...accuracy is always needed. The section on baking a cake indicated how important it is to gather all the ingredients and help them mesh together for a final project. Living twice indicated that writers have lived before and now they can compile their efforts into a finished project that they can be proud of. This section explores the writer's good figure and I believe that it means that a writer's ability and readiness to explore their writing talents will be reflected by their body posture and quickness to get those "thoughts" down on paper. Next, came the section on listening that is one of the most important details for a writer ... if you don't listen...then a lot of details are lost (Listening requires a person to be receptive at all times)

The next section came "Don't marry the Fly" this entails or makes the writer responsible for keeping his focus on what he/she is working and not to let attention wander. Next came the "Don't use writing to get love" this entailed just stay yourself always and be true to your profession and not get the "big head". The section on "what are you deep dreams" explores what is it that a writer wishes to accomplish and further explores this avenue. "Syntax" explores a different approach toward writing to get rid of our fortunate "writer's block".

The last section that I read was "Nervously sipping wine" this section dared the budding writer to reach out into absurdity and let rip with some new ideas.

My additional notes on poems

BLOG 1 1/2
BAP P.1 (Abstract)
They Knew What They Wanted

This poem to me is that "they knew" and yet "they did not". It reflects both positive aspects and negative aspects of life but touched on all facets briefly and reflect that with all humans we are viewed as useful for a time and expendable when our usefulness is at end.

P. 3 (Concrete)
Beasts & Violins

This poem reflects a man who unfortunately was invasive and read his ex-girlfriend's diary and learned her summation of his character and the reason why their relationship broke up. I guess he found his true worth reflected in her diary was a very small insignificant part and because he discovered how she felt he felt vindicated by destroying her written thoughts about him. He further learned that she thought his behavior was too controlling and this subsequently lead to the breakdown in their relationship.

P. 5 (Concrete)
Concerning the Land to the South of Our Neighbors to the North

This poem is rather interesting and reflects a rather wry, dry crackling wit. I read through all of it and was amused by his very flippant and rather attention grabbing style. It compels the reader to a level of I must "read the rest" level. Interesting approach.

P. 8 (Abstract & Concrete)
Ringtone

This poem reflects a possible massacre at a college university and reflects the utter devastation caused by such that the students who had been killed still had their cell phones and calls were still incoming but unfortunately no one would ever be there to answer again.

P.9 (Abstract & Concrete)
The Doctor

This poem reflects a doctor practicing medicine and of a patient and his reading his patient's ailments as a seafarer would read a map. Questioning, checking, looking and probing to find the endless quest of their profession to find the ailment and alleviate it.