Sunday, April 29, 2012

LeBron James

Sky fly is the limit to see a star aglow.
Oldest fan (Felicia) still love the role and blank.
Tremble and fly goes the wind when he pass by.
See him nay reflexes quick and sharp sank the ball quick.
Personable refine gentleman reflect portrayal to all.
Older wish some marry you yesterday quick.
Seeing you play makes my mind say yeah.
Heat Heat Heat the rush of competition to calm and revere.
Step to front left swing ball behind to the left.
Match it no match it no guess not all the shit comes to those who know.
Living fine sublime love your aviator shades had to copy your game.
Father man sweet a site never seen of a loves true to all marvel to eye.
Miami Heat cease not flash past put them to shame games Is who.
Game is yours LeBron James.

By Felicia McCaw

Saturday, April 21, 2012

World Reality

Mind aglow with life's shadow
Soft whip against unplotted flesh
Leisurely surveying scars attained
Analysis of personal life set of flames
Restore righteous to mans womans pride
Retrograde of yesterday fulfill past
Past present subsets of blue yellow green
Mind focus on jealous crows flutter
Ambition no yes maybe lazy yes possible maybe
Sorrow I cannot fill for mind set against
Too bad she lost laugh laugh still the
night is young

By Felicia McCa w

The Sound of a Poem

A bloom comes to life petals unfold gently to life searing sound
Lush and red sweet joy fill the air
Unique and sweetly scented glows love enthrall all
My heart of music seeks to hear a play of melody's cry
Jiggling free is former's woman freedom portrayed
Casting looks of life is bones of set
Eclipses of moon soon set free a heart captured none
Briskly light pearls caress the palm
Shades of night caress lips made puffy sweet
Arms of a song of Lord grip the night
Othello's Shakespearean character knows his lines of sweet charity refine
Poems of song enliven wits keen sublime
Sound expressed of poem intricate simple
Slashes flashes of melody cry a symphony of blasting flames
Songs of morrow yesterday poetry streams like balloons cry
Infinite wisdom reflects poems of song love past rehash
Cymbals chimes enlight the mind of song
Drums roll alike to beat up call
Sound of a poem reflects music to all

By Felicia McCaw