Can Brain Waves be detected by sharks if submerged in water?

              One of the questions that are considered is whether a distorted representation of brain waves is discernible and perceptible by the senses of sharks.  Whether or not brain waves are highly noted by sharks is the question as to whether they have the ability to discern and locate prey due to brain waves fluctuating on a continuous basis and if so will a shark attack according to clarity and portrayal of brain waves which is in essence brain waves that reflect echo of sound (not detectable by humans but detectable by sharks).

                Brain waves that are emitted when consciously awake are Beta Waves and these are emitted when consciously awake and range from 13 to 60 pulses per second in the Hertz Scale and on the Alpha Scale which is a relaxed state of physical and mental relaxation fluctuating with the frequency of 7 to 13 pulses per second.

                Alternating states of Beta and Alpha are congruent but are interchangeable throughout activity.  Therefore, the changes in the brain rhythm will produce increased or decreased levels of beta-endorphin, noroepinephrine and dopamine and are relative to levels of mental clarity and formation or remembrances and this effective change is clarifiable by it effects by lasting for hours and even days.  Because its involves the right hemisphere it is easily chronicised, trackable and altered since all brain waves exhibit levels of electrical activity and therefore allows the monitoring of changes from Delta, Theta, Alpha, Beta in the formation of preceding order with no deviation.  Further most brain waves that are exercised are relative to the frontal and right hemisphere with the relaxation stage being in the posterior part of the brain due to non-analytical functioning needed.

                A shark’s ability to sense prey is exhibited by (1) sensors (7 in all), (2) Ability to see in the dark, (3) Smell – 10,000 times better than humans, (4) highly developed sense of taste, (5) Eletrosense, (6) Hearing, (7) Pressure Sensors, (8) Sense of Touch.  Because sharks have seven senses this allows great predatorial abilities in the locating of prey and one of the great features is vision which is incredible due to vitreous allowance of light even in the darkest surroundings with the ability to amplify light.

                Another sense is the “scent” and the ability to locate prey of over a hundred of meters away and the taste sense which is an acquired taste is developed or a predominancy to sample, experiment then acquire to a desire to consume.  Also, another sense is the electro sense and it involves their ability to detect electrical fields and because of this it allows the ability to detect all living things because all emit electrical fields which equate to brain wave activity and also due to level of emittance this would also correspond to the beating of a heart, muscle movement or in concordance with the brain.  Because of this the ability to hide is possible but the disguising of electrical fields is an impossibility.  The hearing of sharks is highly astute due to the level of sound traveling faster under water faster than land and because of this the higher the sound the more clear and audible and the lesser the sound the less the ability to discern.  The lower the frequency the higher the rate of attention paid due to possibility of easier prey and due to astute hearing the locating is enabled over several hundred meters and an incredible sense of touch and pressure sensors.

                After, reviewing the seven senses of sharks the ability to discern electrical perception is 50 cm which equates to 1.64041995 feet.  Therefore, reflecting that electrical perception which are brain waves are easily detectable if within the range of two feet and under and not able to be disguised or hidden.

                Therefore, brain waves will not affect a disruption if audible brain waves could be discerned by sharks because of the need to be in close range and will not cause a deterrent because the other senses are so sharp and attuned that they compensate but if proximity is the cause of a predator successfully acquiring or pursuing prey then the electrical waves (brain waves) would make elusiveness next to impossibility because of the sharks ability to pick up the waves.

                The next question is whether human brain waves are affected when submerged in water and whether they can prevent shark attacks.  Based on theoretical thought my opinion is that submersion will not alter brain waves but may increase the emphasis and ripples of waves reflected by water might cause the ability to traverse sound and therefore increase perception and revelation.  But if an alteration or suppression of brain waves this might cause cloaking but still the prevention of other senses would have to be halted or shielded to prevent capture and keep concealing possible.  If a concealer is enabled and a disruption is notable with audible brain waves suppressed with a brain wave deflector then this may cause a deterrent in attacks during study as the ability to use senses is allowed then invisibility is capable.

By Felicia McCaw

The Tight Five

Blowing the wind of cool through club club club club they went taking it all in

Swagger tight and the night was hot and met the fresh and leaving cold mirror behind

Five of tight brothers think and thin of national differences became an issue none

Blood through through they were of close than kin ever kin be of fist of hold tight

Back to back they fought all sides one they became the elite desired by street of universe wide

Talking shit back to back they fulfilled each pledge they claim to be and made it right in sight

Looking cold fine they watched each move with smug righteousness knowing the flavor they wanted and the shit they didn’t

Click Click the bitches rolled rolled rolled and portrayed the low low low of what became unacceptable taint to touch feel want

Looking at face to face mirrored disdain to mingle mingle just business business was the high flying game not the interest in laying the pain

Clock Clock tic toc money not hit the wall the shit be quick red hot watch watch back it to the right left all be alright

Leaving quick as not even the wind know the Tight Five said “Shit” left nothing here nothing here want here want here never

By Felicia McCaw

 

 

 

The Horse that Wanted to Fly

Inspired by The Fly-Away Horse by Eugene Field located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Upon a time of not long ago was a little wee yearling of red named Spider

Listening to tales of Lore of Folk he heard about a famous horse of flight beauty named Pegasus of wild adventures with the hero of Greek Gods now known as mere methodology fiction

Spider kicked his little heels in the air and said neigh neigh I want to fly fly fly fly high as the sky and beyond to see what lays behind the night darkness of the river sky

One night a Knight came to his stall and touched his head with magical strokes and grew him mind, soul, body grown with wings of wide red spread and fine muscled form was Spider grown

Looking at himself Spider laughed I am I am just like Pegasus what adventure we go atrolling for now Sir Knight of unknown name

My name is Black Sebastian and I am to teach you all that a true horse of stout heart must know during the times of challenger that fast arrive soon soon

Challenger challenger Spider exclaimed I am just a humble soul that can’t believe the honor bestowed upon me with smiles from the inside out he trotted around flicking his lustrous red tail and shaking his noble head of red silk mane yes yes yes yes

Our first adventure started off fast to see Moon of Pluto to watch Bajou’s love of watching horses and enjoy his enjoyment and entertain Black Sebastian, Spider, Djoubutu , Biliaon, Jasamina and Joquina and little Bajou with Pegasus leading the way through

Midnight diamonds sparkled bright as the simmering shinning glow of the moon and sun letting us see Bajou play with his eclectic collection of unusual horses of rarity of unnatural finds

Seeing rainbow of stars becoming planets of life they watched the unfolding of new universe after universe grow and speak introducing themselves and welcoming them to rest and visit anytime

Stopping at the planet of Nebeu One they dismounted and saw crystals of various sizes shapes stacked in piles of many with flakes of gold littered around picking each type they studied it wondering what type of stone is it?  Or is it a stone or a kryloic crystal that delivers heat when enclosed in hands and gives warmth to entire camp until daylight?  Taking a little flake Jasamina and Joaquina put in their pocket a chip and the warm began to feel warm as sweet fresh summer

Looking long hard Spider said what are those things with longs legs coming toward us fast breathing quick?

Who are you they exclaimed we never seen anyone like you said the Boolegs Creau?

Black Sebastian replied we are of another world heaven earth and below we are all traveling together to see and teach the little’s one the world

Image of himself and another but strangely different said I am of below and said don’t mention my name do you hear me he said I am curious as all since I a vacation now since

What are you said little Bajou with big black eyes open wide as wide can be?

I am a Occolutu and we heal all who are ill in any universe of those who the Lord said be okay and transfer them live amongst us

Wow said little Bajou did you guys hear that we are taking you to Moma and uplift her heart and soul.  Help my Moma please Occu

Occu replied and said alright little Bajou all she has to do is believe God is God is God is God is God is God is God is forever in her heart and all will be well

Little Bajou said I’m in charge let’s explore some more and go home to Moma quick for she need us true

Love abounding with hearts expanding for Little Moma they traveled seeing sights of unusual none will ever see and returned home with question questions flying faster faster of all seen

By

Felicia McCaw

The Wind in My Life Becomes us All

Inspired by The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

A blowing afierce it can when it’s riled at the play of humans mean

The birds of air say nay nay we know when to shelter shelter for the wind whispered I am mad mad at them all

No kites will fly today today for I am throwing a mighty loud tantrum tantrum to show them all who I am

Brr Brr Brr the wind growled  here I come here I come rounded up in anger for you think I am stupid stupid that I don’t hear you

Differing weather makes no difference I saw what you did and told God what I saw I saw and told told told and he said go ahead and disturb them all and blow them everywhere until they understand the same

The same the wind whispered in low key yes the same that I am herico herosha kalla alem and will destroy them all if they do not mind the way I have them

The way is the justice and love of the Lord find me and I am you and you will be uplifted and the wind will love thee

By

Felicia McCaw

My Shadow and Me

Inspired by My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Lonely never will I be for a side of me is always mimic all I do and laughs when I say nay don’t

A use of him is that he watches my back through through letting me know who be behind me soul

Crystal clear is his intent around me and that is to second and mimic my every action and deed

Step by step when I dance so does my twin of dark shadow pop pop goes the rhythm and the movement flow of all

My shadow is me and sometimes I feel safer as bell for he is ten feet tall and watches over me long as the sun is around spinning the orbit full

As a cookie cutter’s dream he is like me in size yet not jumping when I jump as the running cookie does

If a wish be true I would like him to be a true knight you sea to divide part and be my champion of fights when down out and defeated I need an ally to work it out

By

Felicia McCaw

Meg of Craggy Hills High and Low

Inspired by Meg Merrilees by John Keats located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Fey of nature she was called she who could talk to the wind if she had a mind to and it would reply in tone of sweet

Strange haunting ways that shiver the sense of all that met her on any way

Eyes of weird colored that made people avert their eyes and crossed themselves saying protect us Lord

Treating all animals of injury she lent a hand of soft sweet magic soothing healing the soul and body sweetly begun

Living in a thatch of wooded structure of poor construction composed of mud and fluid from rubber tree for the roof and dried rushes scattered a swept dirt floor

Today Meg found a little wee lamb with a face of piquant features that was black as soot who cried cried holding his little hoof to her to help to help be okay

Saying bah bah bah he looked into her eyes and fell into a sleep of deep with no pain to feel his way

Caressing head of small she cleaned the thorn twisted in deep in little crevice withdrawing with soft pull and putting healing salve between

Waking little Gregory up she had him walk with wobbling steps until pain begun to fade away to none

Gregory left skipping happy little hops of happy after he kissed Meg on chin of kind and went his way home

Meg sat in rocker of sedate with smile of satisfaction revealed on a usual solemn face glowed glowed for the happy expressed by he

By Felicia McCaw

A Vine has No Line or Name to Assign to It

Sultry nights of sinister play on winds of willow burs intoxicating all to indecency and criminal acts of uncontrolled

A crowd crowd whipped into frenzy goaded unmercifully deliberately taunted with supposed misdeeds and outright lies of a one whose guild was proclaimed proclaimed with none to protest her innocence

The rouser swinged the rope screaming racial slurs accusations continuously swinging it in circular motions saying this is for you you you no good so and son

Tears running down face of bloodless color pleading innocence I know nothing about any crime committed nothing about the heinous play at hand over over

It was you It was you called the accuser over over over the accused said not me not me I have done nothing to be treated thusly screaming help me Jesus help me Jesus as the rope was inexorably pulled up up until her feet left the ground dancing on air kicking as she suffocated and struggled for life adrenalin to continue to flow for precious oxygen to keep alive

Bitter thoughts acrimonious thoughts rushed through mindless’s mind as to why why why me why me?

Feeling the coils of the rope getting hotter hotter and her flesh heat with the Spirit of the Lord and a hand stroke her face and arms fold around her and the rope cut as if a trig snapped

Singing glory glory glory she went down on her knees and begun to praise the Lord for his mercy and goodness for the only one who saved her was the true savior himself

The one in white had a glow of such luminous that it hurt her eyes to gaze upon and heard you are free for God has saved you like you said he would and all left

All looked around and saw her being carried with love home home home and her still thanking Jesus and the one

By Felicia McCaw

Wings of Green Tinsel and Wings of Pink Tinsel Great Adventure

I have a friend at Pink Tinsel she is a lot like me smart with lots of sense and mystery

Her name is Wings also and we travel from Galaxy One to Galaxy Two through red twinkle sets of berries of blue green yellow for coursework to train train train

Wearing suits of special fibers of space web that reflects the oxygen in open space we maneuver easily from place to place

My suit is green of apple and hers is pink of precious pearl and have special devices to protect us in any event that might occur like a metoric storm or collision front

When we travel we have a small pen of fuel that allows travel from planet to plant to investigate the mysteries of life

Opulating clear color of rainbow quick it turns into periscope of three catching micropic life with shutter beams of light quick

Meeting at assigned rendezvous Wings of Pink Tinsel and Wings of Green Tinsel hugged congratulated each on the awards received exclaiming their parents said they were

spectacular fine with exceeding great thought

Wings of Green  asked Wings of Pink what adventure would you like to do now?

Laughing Wings of Pink asked Wings of Green what would you like to do?

How about an orbit around th hot fiery ball of yellow sun?

Emersing themselves in security suits of pink and green they ran around the sphere of hot molten liquid oxygen mercury sulfur nitron oxidation sulfarofic cataloniofic magnesium liquid bezonite ironific tatium olandiscrafic mercuricsulfur and gathered specimens of five to carry home to mimic emulate and grow grow grow from small to big for cold universes of all

Wings of Pink saluted and said see you soon when mine is done come and see the before and after a moment of time for clear the way of all begun

Wings of Pink said I will be there prompt ready to sea and come and sea mine when I put the finials in place for rest of all

Grabbing each other in embrace of love they ran off happy with their specimens of five

By Felicia McCaw

A Tale of Two Sides Rivals the One

Inspired by The Signifying Monkey by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Listening to conversation of one became the intertwining of three

Hearsay hearsay says the traveling vine hearsay hearsay is worthless in law of court said the wise scribe

I said it true said originator that you are not what you think but a fool to plot and play against

Stirring up the masses he lied she lied they lied until the truth was lost never found in cover darkness wide far

Around the word the orchestrator conducted the vines of the grape day by day with exceeding virulent intentional vents of jealous rage to hurt hurt hurt harm harm harm disguise disguise disguise the true crimes committed

Lying became portraying of the truth for future morality liberty trandescence evening of sins reveal them all but matter not

Staying abreast of the clamor became the game to watch the discard of all civil manners of not clash clash clash against all social norms accepted whether known or not still the original tale of fabrication became the champion of the truth until the challenger came super charged with God and said I am his sword no lie shall ever persist to fly against any that know who I portray as my faith bread soul

Waiting watching steadily they continue on with cell of one brain to try to defeat the inevitable failure failure failure loser loser loser is the only crown they will wear and win

By

Felicia McCaw

 

Lillie and the Sugar Plum Tree

Inspired by The Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Curious eyes of green narrowed to slits of speculation at a tree of dandy candy sweet.

A marvel of great it brought attention of all for it bloomed not fruit alone but candy canes, lollipops, sugar plums, sweet tarts with Cocoa the Chocolate Cat watching it all.

Rare as gold as treasure only one in the world you sea that blooms year round it burdens down the owner who sells it all twice weekly and it grows more plentiful at each harvest full.

Demand for his wares of sweetest fruit, candy canes, lollipops, sugar plums, sweet tarts were of such sweet quality that none could prevail over the sweetest of sweet flavor of flavor that was pure ambrosia's delight.

Down below is Ginger the Dog of Gingerbread who barks barks barks to startle the cat who shakes the tree so harvest is full loaded down with ease of no burden to owner who harvest harvest with all ease the way.

Lily said with questions questions why do you bark so much so that the cat is scared and shakes the tree?

Ginger the Dog said with forthright candor grit tis my job you see to make my master’s job an ease.

Meowing loud Lily said let me let me let me startle Cocoa the Cat to shake the tree just once please let me let me please.

Ginger the Dog sighed okay just this once you can startle the chocolate cat until it shakes the tree until the fruit rains forth as bounty of heaven’s delight.

Lily patting her little paws together smiled ahappy grin of joy radiating from the sun to moon then from moon to sun and began to try to scare and startle Cocoa the Cat.

Cocoa the Cat said with impertinence wide all you have to do is  ask is all and shake shake shake the tree will I will I all the time you need it tremble tremble atremble it will.

Ginger the Dog looked at her with amusement full is that what we have to do?  Just ask and it’s done.  Allright Lily go ahead and ask.   Lily let out a large meow and said please please shake the tree shake the tree please.

Cocoa the Cat shook shook rattling the tree with all her might and whoa the fruit rained dancing down into baskets of ready.

Lily said I am so happy I can go home now with smiles of wide forever.

Ginger the Dog and Cocoa the Cat smiled with content satisfaction and said goodbye.

The End

By

Felicia McCaw

A MOCKERY OF THEM ALL/THE ELITE AND RECLUSIVE RESTRICTIVE AND TOO GOOD FOR THEMSELVES

Inspired by Cock-a-doodle doo by Mother Goose.

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

He had no notion of how to function his game was three leg useless lost before he started any play at all

Imagine that his dame lost a shoe up his sorry pitiful fucking propelling boring ass

Everyday this one of old socks mold thought he still had a fire in banked twas nothing but cold coals of loser’s thrust was all there is

Obviously true the dance of a good sexual interlude evaded the moronic processes of a brain of folds of poorly dissected matriculated wasted thought

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

Amazing is it now he wanted his dame to help with his pitiful problem of thrust hard ejection

Thinking long hard she said tell your dad to show you how to fine tune your fiddle if it won’t ride straight up as arrow wanted

Being an ass of desperate straits he looked and gazed at pussy of class way to refined knowledge than his dejected rejected one thrust whore who said that was great because no one else would have because she was green and fresh as stank air and without shoe she dances a jig for naught but to have a man

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

After love of suck his dame said a man is better than none Poor Felicia she snubs them all and says keep the inadequate to yourself for his stick is not his treasure if you know the clue for he feels it all the time to assure prowess of not

Sing ahah ahah ahah ahah he thinks he is the shit and now he knows he is not the refined but a rat of gutter with twins copies of all shades that bespeaks respects as a world no one needs least of a decent woman in distress

Fukaroo Fukaroo Fukaroo Fukaroo is the game about any can have shit load of lies that lies that lies gathered in hunting bunch they do they do saying I own I own I own she be with who I say I say I say

A limp fellow was just called a rejected spurned prick

Great balls of fire not but your dame will dance with you even a clean fresh woman looks askance at the spite driven male female and says “sssshhhiiittt” I don’t think so master your pitiful fiddle stick which equal to self

Clean to Clean fresh to fresh race to race similar age to age for S.H.I.T. is eons long every syllable drawn out million miles long and meaning the twist the way it should become always

By
Felicia McCaw

 

ODE TO OPRAH WINFREY

A lady of gracious African descent reflecting kindness, charity, charisma, sweetness, strength, compassion, empathy, philanthropy of great has no measurement and love to all

She became the icon and mentor of all dreamers of stars in the sky

An educator, dreamer, businesswoman, gracious TV host, versed on subjects of interest with ability to relay information all

From pain and suffering she became the silent champion of the abused working hard she strove to challenge success and odds defeat ran away

Working against the grain she steadily pushed forward with the help of cherished people who relayed faith in her to overcome the misery built inside that someone of trust would wound her heart soul mind in the fashion of the cruelest knife

Thanking God for the kindest of benefactors who help secured her against the threat of destruction she became a living icon of strength that we all admire and lend support to and be the underground railroad of today with colors of each race to help our troubled and endangered youth and future of tomorrow

Endeavors of this level of magnitude are humongous but understand that you are not along in this venture of assist

As known the accumulated of knowledge places grave responsibility on the holder restricts certain conduct when notoriety knocks at door and is accepted as friend for life duo

From Hardship to challenge to success she strove when days were hard lean mean as you struggled we walked alone watching emulating all taught to beat the odds against us all and not just a person of color

Surfing all subjects from racism to mundane reversal none were dismissed even if the cost was high and opinions were flagged against but the knowledge is right is right and God is right and the Truth of Light will follow help fulfill his purpose against those of enemy perceived and made not

Avid study of the arts theater became a pastime of love to explore relationships of black or color people to demystify the fascination of the unknown

Strong advocate for women to help prevent demoralization, degrading, debasing, marginalizing women as naught

Establishing a unique approach an idea was born to write write write books and series of magazines called O, The Oprah Magazine and others

Positive and dreaming of a new evolved America she still personifies the Dream of America the Sweet

That life is still a treasure for gracious majesty sake and freedom to us all in America America God bless our heavenly home she feels blessed to call you home

The End

By

Felicia McCaw

Imani and Wings of Pink Tinsel

Eyes of curiosity look at piles of books and out steps Wings of Pink Tinsel.

Saying Hi my name is Wings and I am magic that portray the same.

Imani replied I am not different from you I told you my name minutes ago.

Wings replied no you didn’t I would remember your name and I can place it in the Rainbow of Crystal if you tell me before I go.

Imani replied looking quizzical and with increasing curiosity of ten fore asking what is the Rainbow of Crystal?

Wings started laughing wait until I reveal the crystal to show you the Rainbow of Crystal.  It is the collection of all the little people in each great universe great small that lets me call them when I get home.

Imani asked why do you call all these people in a universe great small?

Wings replied I let you know of the events of tomorrow, special events of challenge, academies in each futuristic solar system, dreams of dreams that we discuss all day long, chat sessions that we evolve in yesterday turnover.  All kinds of things we look in periscopes that I send to all.

Imani laughed with ecstatic glee great add me add me I want to sea sea sea all that I have to show you to me and all I meet know my name is Imani.

Wings clapped her wings and voile diamond of great majestic pink appeared and out came the Rainbow of Crystal giggling with fun play requesting names of all to add to list of curiosity.

Imani gazed with eyes of huge as her name appeared with all that was her on the Rainbow of Crystal.  She exclaimed with excitement of loud that’s me that’s me Oh my God it’s me.

Wings clasped her in arms of sweet love and told her to call her anytime and told her that she had to return home that her mom is calling her.

Imani with tears of happy told her goodbye and that she love her true.

Wings said I will be back and disappeared in a pink shimmer of dust of illusion.

The End

By
Felicia McCaw

 

A Time of Ease to Wander and Dream

Inspired by Bedtime by Thomas Hood located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Through the day of time it goes from morn noon announcing heralding the coming of evening

The sun twinkles shines brighter than a dime of shine until it dances the dance of sleep

All aflying are the rooks encouraging all to rendezvous home rest

Flowers head’s are adroop drowsy with sleep casting shadows tears of sleep on daisy’s yellow

The primrose of roses of fragrant are slumberous deep getting ready for night like the pimpernel red

Flying flight of wheels turns the butterfly with wings of fold exclaims the dreams of drowsy

The birds and bees work done click little wings of joy all fed and now the day is done for sleep exclaims

Pony and little people are ajoy for the day once anew is done for sweet dream tinkle trinkle blink as the stars glimmer saying it’s time for bed no one is sad

The End

By

Felicia McCaw

A Matador’s Conquest

Air of humid heat ripped that defied the thought as wave after wave showed patterns of air visible to eye

Montavo flicked his cape of evasion with hands of flexible quick

Teeth flashing he pranced with grace of agility before bull of heated anger

Toying Toying with him he teased teased shouting Toro Toro stepping adeptly away

Flipping his cape to and fro and magically stepping away he danced the song of evade seek seduce kill

Hiding rapier behind cape of red he thrust with precision fine between eyes of rolling fever red

The bull tossing head of wooly curls with horns of ivory crashed to knee of noble bend and died

Grabbing red sequined cap he tossed it high in air bowing from waist of supple accepting cheers and flying flowers as his tribute to survive the duel of death

Smiling with teeth flashing bright white he ran lithely inside and grabbed Conchita kissing her with passion to celebrate celebrate

The End

By
Felicia McCaw

 

Myriad’s Rainbow

A leprechaun’s dream of a pot of gold is future wide free as wild and dare of adventure great

But if Myriad’s Rainbow appears clear day of light all the children’s toes twinkle wiggle piggle with might of sight

Teddy the Ready Leprechaun of chase of treasure wheeled 360° and said I fly through the night

Clutching atwinkle of purple he let it twist in air of sudden wind until it rode horizontal in air of spacious flat

Ballooning voluminous clouds appeared around in marvelous view of liquid circles until a map appeared s summoned from tree of knowledge

Grasping in small squarish green hands he turned this way that way looking watching it expand expand until as long as his arm  

Clicking teeth of greedy white he whistled with glee I see I sea a treasure treasure for me all good gain so true a true I no longer be a blue

Trotting off at past semi-slow to semi-fast he beguiled time to run elation by itself twisting and winding until it engaged automatic

Packing vittles to last a week’s journey he packed packed a venture a venture on his way aloft his craft of move

Dodging man eating plants of blue-red color he slashed slashed at eating tentacles tentacles until he followed through to space between

Wiping his brow of sweat he swooshed he swooshed blowing breathless air from lungs of terrified wonder

He said in a brogue of Irish that was a close one me little ass almost got eaten alive flayed and deboned of filet

Upon a hill of aqua blue a diamond turned on channel of white reflecting doorways of travel disappearing and appearing with each rotation sphere

Grabbing map of direction he traced his travel point with grubby finger of little until he located the door of entry to find Myraid’s Rainbow

Screaming Jeronimo he flew with accelerated speed into the lowest doorway nearest the ground between the West and South tree of split direction post

Once inside the doorway gravity repelled thought becoming universal to fly upside down standing sideways backwards without capsizing

Teeth flashing huge white he rolled his craft in circles of eight testing the new agility flights saying varoom varoom varoom

Looking around he saw sights never seen before trees with fruit huge as basketballs hanging heavily on vines of thick as arm was wide

Eyes narrowed into slits of discovery saw a sight never before beheld a rainbow of descend with end of all colors revolved in vertically in place circulating from size thin to wide thin to wide

Landing in fast stop he threw anchor to tree and investigated the bottom of rainbow with shades of diamonds of each possible color decorating his clothing and skin

Reaching with investigative fingers of curiosity to touch his clothes the diamond became real and landed in his palm of discovery with a small plop

Grabbing his bag of keep he filled it full till it expanded light heavy with exacting weight of great but luscious light

Looking at map of treasure it said for all that look for the treasure of Myriad’s Rainbow say open the one who has owns it all and will open and enter the bag of little tiny until home to expand as many

Pursing lips to say he stuttered any way and said it three until right I have it now and watch the ground open wide and watch the treasure dance until small and enter the bag of little tiny

Teddy the Ready jumped on his craft folded his map and left and arrived home amongst family and friends shouting look look what I have and open the bag of little tiny and watched the treasure dance from within until it stretched a ¼ of a mile of every type of imaginable gold jewelry of adornment and trinkets of gold to make any man a pauper richer than a king of many kingdoms

Grabbing his wife of many years he said I love you all these plenty and I say I am home to stay

The End

By Felicia McCaw

 

A Time of Coming Fulfilled and Elation

Inspired by It Was Long Ago by Eleanor Farjeon located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Summer’s time are the changes of rich and poor throughout the years and centuries

A time of coming fulfilled and elated was the dear heart time of reunion reunion of family gathered happy all

Roads of three presented itself before time presided past future of family divided three

Looking back never seemed a possibility as time lasped with memories forgotten but anew now

Striking days of great small necessary revolve reveal the truest sadness joy that another avenue adventure revolves around the series of flicks of tomorrow

Changing panels through destiny allowed an evolution of mind matter space to change from child to adult

Although sadness is intricate matter so is joy in separation of detrimental to allow success of dreams of future destiny ordained

Indeed time has allowed a tribulation of fulfilled of morrow and great elation

By Felicia McCaw

The Robin’s Eyes is Always Aglow

Inspired by The Robin by Thomas Hardy located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Sitting aloft in tree of high with red breast of full he watched with clear eyes of sharp

Smiling within and out he clicked his little claws of joy looking at the sky of shine

Flying Flying in sky of cheery red hearts he stopped and drank bathing wings in dipped sugar drops of sweet

Frosty winter is lean sometimes mean when the earth hides the meal under cold of snow making Robin’s eye aglow with search search

Unhappy at the chase of all for food fulfilled the snow falleth falleth until hide to warm his cold shivery feathers

By Felicia McCaw

The Owl and the Pussycat and their Adventures of Prowl

Inspired by The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

On a ship of true vacation they went sailing sailing sailing a blow in winds of smooth

Counting money between they aspired to keep honey afreshed anew as long as possible for feast of famine

Crooning Crooning a song of love they rowed rowed thinking of amour amour and sweet trysts of pleasure night

Owl looking with eyes of slumber gazed at Pussy with lust and rut muttering beneath voice of low he said wait wait until we reach passage of stop with inner smile

Owl started relaying compliments of her beauty as likened to a rose of full bloom and breast of charms that spins his mind

Pussy singing in a voice that even a hummingbird envies looked at Owl with sheer adoration as he leaned his head to side with hand to chin eyes closed letting melodic flow of music flow flow flow over him as like waves of thrilling pleasure

Professing undying love he grabbed hands of petite kissing them long long running kisses from wrist to shoulder neck until he claimed lips of full petals

Proceeding with kisses down from neck to breast of sweet tangy orange he suckled until she hollered throwing head back tossing her hair from side to side

Grabbing her close until not a sliver of light passed through both forms of mold he lifted her impaling her on shaft of hard repeatedly repeatedly until she climaxed with quavers quakes of heat flowing from head to toe

Laughing deep in throat with vibrations echoing deep within chest of wide he shouted his elation as he came he came with ferocious surges

Curling her deep within his arms he slept murmuring sweet love you are never getting away

By
Felicia McCaw

The Highwayman and The Innkeeper's Daughter Duel of Sex

Inspired by The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Wind acoasting in trees of high mimicking the darkness of blue deep night they rustled loud and long

Moon of space of cold gloom brought up thoughts of ghost aprowl eerily scaring the gray of streak in hair of solid

Bumpy was the road a smooth rocky yet clear a thorn not but a danger if rode or traveled with care or not riding moonlight’s ribbon

A lark A lark a highwayman’s pleasure to plunder all treasure that bespeak take me take me tempt me all do

Riding like a cuckoo-doo Pierre rode a feather in cap as well as leather to thigh fitting close a budge of masculinity hard his pistol like rod a ready a ready to cock and fire

His rapier as his thrust was of sweet sugar hard as the day long

Riding with savoir-faire he cantered in yard of the Inn Keeper’s lair tapping with secret beat to summon Betts the daughter of swell master of Inn

Betts came with alacrity readiness she became heat and warm mellow to open door to Pierre the Night Bandit of Treasure and Pleasure

Watching with envy was Tim the Clown of wits of slow madness to froth and turn wanting to run tell

Pierre kissing lips of red pink he channeled hand of secret adoration over hills valleys until no tomorrow seemed again

Feeling her melt into his frame of hard he raised skirt of many folds and began to caress skin of smooth sweetly scented magnolia petals

Suckling on breasts of full he rolled nipples of pouting between lips of full groaning deep in throat of strong

Bending her forward he mounted her from behind thrusting with churning hips until he was fully sheathed inside

Kissing her neck with nibbling bites he thrust with rod in correspond with tongue against neck of sweet

Catching her gasps of pleasure in lips of ravishing hunger he lifted her with strength of Hercules with her back to him with feet on thighs plunging fully within repeatedly until she hollered with climatic bliss

Clasping her close he gave her a sweet hug saying I love you

By Felicia McCaw

Walrus the Rubber and Hardened Carpenter with Rods of True

Inspired by The Walrus and the Carpenter written by Lewis Carroll located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Feeling hot a sudden Walrus the Rubber watched a round ass of wide twist wind and play

Walrus the Rubber rubbed a hardened rod said to Hardened Carpenter ever wanted to jump rock and wild the hole to play

Hardened Carpenter said I do all the time my pecker is the reason my name is my game of fame

Continuing on down the lane he pinched a fanny hard as will saying I want I want I want

Looking at face of handsome she crowed for fee you can you can you can send me on rock ball heaven

Clutching a hand of none too clean Hardened Carpenter and Jill the Harlot went behind walls of close

Pulling at panties of tight he plunged plump finger inside a hole of slick saying yes yes yes yes yes

Jill cooed cooed go on put it in hard right and shift heavily to the left for heavens pleasure I find tonight

Grasping plump thighs he wadled within plunging with vicious stabs of hunger swift of drought long

Jill screamed with outrage careful careful feelings of tender in these folds of pleasure be lovely one

Plucking at buttocks of plenty he thrust fast slow until she moaned more more more clutching at shoulders wide

Meanwhile Walrus the Rubber played a tune on bone of long singing yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Grumbling Walrus the Rubber squeezed his buttocks together and mashed rolled his balls in hands of firm saying this is all I can get ain’t this a bitch

A woman of unknown watch his play and began to heave pant in breaths of frequent fast long gasp for air

Grinning Walrus the Rubber called out to her and said come join the play wagging his pecker at her with naughty round turns

Running with glee she ran to him throwing her clothes off left right and thrust titties of ripe currents in face of hardened purpose

Throwing her legs astride muscled hardened thighs he surged into hole of tight squeeze laughing with lust with lust as he pumped insistently to get within

Groping feeling his skin she climaxed quads as rolled his hips with dancer’s magic of full force

Lust hunger fulfilled Walrus the Rubber patted her on the back and buttocks and said the treat was of sweet a teet call me when you are need

Hardened Carpenter and Walrus the Rubber left with walk of jaunty with a tune none could follow
By
Felicia McCaw

A Prize of Undue Worth

Funny a day spins by of undisclosed assumption of a prize of undue worth

Arrogance fills the air of a wroth made vulgarly obvious of conceit that rules each day

No one told them that a some should never pretend an immaculate when people realize the truth of a lie

Crowing loud screech with admiration for self the love of self is obviously not seconded by a face soon to ruin by wrinkles of map in twice the eye look the time of year

Ensuring the conceit is continued degrade abuse is the answer to keep distorted vision of self that migrate the thought of higher higher than all

Puffing Puffing filled with self they disincline to acknowledge that all they say is indeed a very mockery of themselves due to the very insult riding as a crown on head deserving of a knock of true worth is not a parody that it used to be

Foulness of manners reflect the chasm of deceit pumped out constantly and fortunately they are wrong wrong since this attack of all is secretly waged against not one but the many

For the insidious nature show trust not hear not lean not to be a winner or contender is not the methodology to use to win a show

Obviously they exceed all with the conditioned new thought of superiority that excludes themselves and consider all better than all even if the lie concedes defeat us all

Loser is the game us race of color is equal or still an oppression due to the downfall by others of same race that krabs each other as long as suffering and is day long

Magnanimous is the thought that luck fortune has truly graced us because unbeknown to us a faded jade has graced us with love and fortune and now we are ecstatic love is true whether a burn used flower has been given us grace and courage to claim

By
Felicia McCaw

Witches of Brew

All shades they be of unusual to plain be for all the to sea

Feeling malice brew to blood they connive connive to seize a prey of worth

Unable to succeed they compel the sex of gender to assist a so-called perfect immaculate

Folds of intricate hid the truth of all that surface covers none but hate envy covet

Boasting of self please an intricate deep thinker fathoms to know all gets the action sought freely stubbornly

Casting stone over over they writhe writhe with poison poison to kill all self inducted as well as embedded

Stirring and casting striving to make all unhappy day after day year after year they mix cauldrons of poison to fill a day of evil

Evils thoughts deed against a one of pure they continually plot as folds of near cast them closer closer to invade and kill

Seducing all they make it clear the price paid is never too dear for the choice of attack is people mesmerized summoned all evil they do against a one disguised as the many

Never clear is the witch’s brew of jealously spite malice a blackened pot of evil shit they stir they stir of sin of covet used used all in mix a lot nary a mindless fool deceive not but move from quick quick not align with evil so foul the air is tainted with the witch’s foulness of scent

Stepping lively the fool pretends to ill and watches the connivance of all within coven to harm to harm all unwary of the matter of pseudo smart
By

Felicia McCaw

Sir Nickers of Not

Inspired by Sir Nicketty Nox written by Hugh Chesterman located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Sir Nicker was an old soul with none but embers aburn in loins near cold

Lucky for him his mind was firm and his sight not dimmed but clear with dreams of lust he still

Buckler forward he was slim as slim and dry as old leaf break

Princely rod was aged and his charge sputtered out still and yet the hope remained true

Thin measly was his ways towards all his hand a fist of turned inside out

Wife daughters knew his ways of great work work was the way to his miserly heart’s purse strings

Antique of old age of stone knew more youth than he if any wanted to ask his age

Worrying him cease not caused his mouth to tighten line mutter his walk and seize his locks of thin in hand of frail than paper loudly shouting bother me not

By

Felicia McCaw

In Plain Sight

Shadows formed a discernible plot visible to all of relevance and credence care not all involved in disregard

Goal of obscure surely a jest that see all know the game is foretold prior to notice quit

Focusing high low the riddle becomes a mockery to hide the act of secret

Consuming all the plot must be discovered to live again again before repast set in

Keeping the guise alive is the troops again the fight began anew anew is the moral aflew

Chivalry is nothing when a coin passes hand hand to buy honor honor forsake all they say not I not I worthy of the few proud brave

Cowardice sold the out and anew cannot bring back the reveal of treachery done while unconscious but still an act of bravery

Pathetic Pathetic strums the loom for our backbone has gone and left us not with none but jelly and panty

A lark A lark all the world see a vulnerable spot of true conscious not but a seeker sees a folly that will burst a bubble of conceit naiveté

Screaming loud loud is the mindless fool that snoops afall blame me not blame me not for the fault lays with malice in soft form be

Removed duty she say great relief relief tired tired of all know the course course to secure the place

Indeed in plain sight is the greatest challenge to foil if given a swift reprimand of check by those of wit more than she

By

Felicia McCaw

The Goose and the Gander

Inspired by The Table and The Chair written by Edward Lear located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Gabbling Chattering they ran free from spot to spot talking pom poms

I love the heat of the day lets splash splash in water of cooling sprite

My web feet is my lament why why are our feet so funny from others quack quack

Gossiping about the tree and shoe they walked two by two mile by mile filling the air with talk of blue

Looking at them with eyes of critic was the tree and shoe saying who you be to launder prance with tales of lies slanderous talk you know nothing about

Flipping beaks high as stars in the air they continued getting worser crueler with knife of cuts in backs of all laughing wait till they find out

Goose said what a lark it has been fun to rival all talk we heard in the neighboring town to sad

Gander you know I love this game of playing spider catch the fool unaware and bray bray bray at the talk exploding with any tale of unremarkable cad who say he know he know he know and has a pea for a brain ha ha ha ha

One day the Goose and Gander was up to their same game of spite knife cut the happy from faces of content and woe it was them who was the prey quarry and not anyone else sad is it not how fate returned the fall

The End

By Felicia McCaw

The Homeless Man

A man of no home he reflect to world all sea his sad lot in life

Troubled deep his life show him with bag of worth he tote he tote

Trusting none his mein walk posture look to all

Observations Observations of world interest us all of life deeds of learned

Adventures Adventures he has all the time of places, times, rendezvous
of tryst of civil and not

Survival Survival is the key for him to beat the clock of time disaster click
to no one know

The End
By Felicia McCaw

A Rat in the Day or Night

Inspired by He was a Rat written by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

A rat of renown he made his plot known boasting abridge he did on pedestal platform it matter not for power was his temporarily game

Series of chats he kept us all abreast of news of devious underhand shows he betows us

Lover and husband he was to witch a bitch she was but still a rat

Living luxuriously they did still satisfied they were not with lot in life of power prestige currying favor is game

Both were coin of each side flip flip flip all the same as pea as pods they reflect the rude cruel

Each wanted cheese of not theirs no limits too foul they restrict themselves not

Twisting Twisting each opportune moment like a screw of fine till the days go long

Plans of corrupt achieve they both purr purr yours is finer the plot fulfilled

Invisible the tail exist it does but world remark I see it not on accord it flicks flicks tricks us all irregardless of sight beknown

Plotting another plot of cheese of others wanted fast forward they schemed schemed until the day reflect a folly’s twist became the end of both them all

The End

By Felicia McCaw

The Three Wisemen Search for Son of God True

Inspired by The Three Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

On a moon rising full and wide was a star of bright of shine that revealed heavens to stars of all wide universe three Appearing of here traveled from far near of the directions of East West by night sleeping in day and travel by night sight

Prophecy Prophecy called called all world wide of a son of King that cometh to save the world people dear to dire for their sins of deep within

Carrying gift of three caskets of gold with keys of golden they bring bestowing tribute praise thanksgiving of prophecy true

Wearing robes of fine heavy silk of crimson color with bells, pomegranates, furbelows and turbans of rich they traveled West West night by night through terrain of many changes hilly smooth

Greeting all civilly they asked of the child that is Son of God King of the Jews they inquire in vain they asked over over over replied those of asked no king exist but King Herod the Great prevail all above below

Hearing this news of someone greater than himself King Herod grieved mightly long summoning the Wisemen of Three to question question them long long and sent them on errand of tidings to Bethlehem to learn of this new king that exceed them all

A star of bright that filled the sky in the gray of morn spinned not but stood still over Bethlehem the City of David signifying the Christ was born

Arriving at pace of steady the Three Wisemen arrived at stable breathing in sweet air and bestow and wonder a little child lay in manger filled with sweet hay heir to a Kingdom of not human but of sheer sweet divine

Beside his place of rest sat Mary with Joseph at her side of Nazareth mother and father to a son of peace, love, charity, grace, mercy filled with the wisdom and love of God

Laying sweet gifts of offerings of gold, frankincense and myrrh at the child’s feet the Three Wisemen left with caution and changed path to home

By
Felicia McCaw