Inspired by Nothing written by Julie Holder located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A sound of reverted bellowed through a house of quiet quiet that even a dime falling would all hear
Cringing under cover of sad protection she lay she lay quiet quiet queit still still still
Again came the sound followed by mocking laughter laughter in the still still of the night
Tears of large drops of fear fear clamored falling from eye to trepidation filled eye but she lay quiet quiet
Thuds of shoes heavy with heels thudded through the hall singing too bad too bad you’re scared
Fingers clenching covers with blood gone free tightened bringing it closer closer closer the cover to neck of skinny
Again the laughter sounded closer closer closer stalking stalking stalking her with intimidation of mean
Saying prayer after prayer she said it’s nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody
Always when she be by herself the house came alive and mocked her terrifying her until day of morn
She never got up she never got up the door is secure secure secure tight tight tight tight her mind ran over over over over
Leave leave leave where where where could she go? Everywhere the same the same the same it came while she was alone alone alone
Laughing mocking her saying too bad too bad you should should have been good good good
By
Felicia McCaw
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
THE WIND IS FREE AND I AM NOT
I wish the wind had a name to realize my dream
Freedom to live a life of great achieve is my thirst as if famished famine
The wind is free and effort and has no retention restriction of barriers unknown
Kicking heels upward it trembles with joy that it cannot be contained for joy of free
I am not free but responsibility is as the wind elated with discovery and tribulation of God strong
Wind and I are intertwined for it tickles my face with kisses of thought love caress
My heart travels with a soul of tenacity caring compassion forgiveness and love eternal for parents of knowledge wisdom that I knew not
We thrive we strive we wish we thirst for God’s approval and mercy we keep eternal all dreams of God anew as each day begins end begins end
The wind is free and I am not but we are same steady with love of Our Lord’s Mercy grant us all
By
Felicia McCaw
Freedom to live a life of great achieve is my thirst as if famished famine
The wind is free and effort and has no retention restriction of barriers unknown
Kicking heels upward it trembles with joy that it cannot be contained for joy of free
I am not free but responsibility is as the wind elated with discovery and tribulation of God strong
Wind and I are intertwined for it tickles my face with kisses of thought love caress
My heart travels with a soul of tenacity caring compassion forgiveness and love eternal for parents of knowledge wisdom that I knew not
We thrive we strive we wish we thirst for God’s approval and mercy we keep eternal all dreams of God anew as each day begins end begins end
The wind is free and I am not but we are same steady with love of Our Lord’s Mercy grant us all
By
Felicia McCaw
A Mockingbird’s Summation
What racist activity surely not in this time and day. Innocent people entitled to fair judgment surely not surely not. Slurs, defamation is lodged fully against one and all…a lie is now the truth as clamoring mob claims over over over … who can stop us now. Isn’t that sweet that corruption runs its evil blood from the top down especially a sure we say ambigorous fellow who is indeed Jack the Ripper incarnate…a medieval plot is surely not the case is it? But the killing of someone inch by inch by the many and rape of flesh and soul is what they do to cover vermin so foul that no food wishes to stay lodged. Nauseating dogs they be…stank? They claim not…imperceptible stench is there for sure to kidnap and kill a mother’s trio and watch and laugh at her eventual falling apart as they try and accomplish cover cover all the filth they put out and violence they exert towards her and make it true to hide it all costs. Some animals get away with murder rape violent assault all the time because they give up the stanky goods to co-animals like themselves … something that should have never been born to live with decent people.
A heart…shit…none exists in a dog as low as they for low morals is surely the way in this bright luminous place of what paradise is. It has always been paradise for a black educated person who knows too much…no children for her she knows too much they say exclaiming with hate, envy, coveting everything they do .. from the race of Hispanic onward to the black race.
All hate black people we see it each day when the chips are against one will give their own color or race a chance…they are opportunists looking for fame for no reason…no work put in…no pain or sorrow spilled to understand the hardship an African Woman as she claims herself because she cannot stand the treatments she gets from her own lying black race in this country…she has decided she does not want them now for their foul betrayal has killed her heart, soul and mind and turned her against her own race for the EVIL she sees them as.
Cruelly and sport they give this person for good old m. to enjoy at their leisure. To laugh, joke, prode, goad, cut in and murder little by little and claps their hands in elation we won we won we won by the foulest shit we put out we won because it was definitely not by a measure of intelligence is it? Was it?
What better way to hurt a woman and cover the crime of rape and murder? Throw out allegations of what? She smells…great days of illusion are ever here Magician the Great is rampant everywhere…run her black ass off all campuses we don’t want to help her medically or any kind of way. We just want her DEAD!!! She is too literate ha ha ha … she is just a black person treat her bad as hell so she can kill herself or we can kill her and who cares…put out as much filth that our foul lying ass can think of because we hate her … her kind…anyway!!! She never should have been given a book this should be a clue to harsh reality of insecurity envy hate and the evil nature of the people we are dealing with.
I am distressed at this callous treatment that I received…we are hated and always will be and I feel this is just the start of it. My children are dead…ripped from my womb by Jack the Ripper himself and myself beat half the death trying to defend self and children but all conveniently hidden by the (“who’s in charge”). Isn’t that just the greatest event on earth that life of some are regarded as nothing and I am glad its me because nothing does not have to help the so-called somethings of the world who think too highly of themselves and are nothing but the lowest shit that ever crawled out the gutter. A killing fucking fiend who attacks a pregnant woman is “trash” and always will be because they have money and fame.
D.A.B. IS THEM. Always. I HATE YOUR ASS AND HOPE YOU DIE IN YOUR MIND A MILLION TIMES OVER OVER OVER FOREVER.
Felicia McCaw
Mockingbird’s Sorrow is Her
A heart…shit…none exists in a dog as low as they for low morals is surely the way in this bright luminous place of what paradise is. It has always been paradise for a black educated person who knows too much…no children for her she knows too much they say exclaiming with hate, envy, coveting everything they do .. from the race of Hispanic onward to the black race.
All hate black people we see it each day when the chips are against one will give their own color or race a chance…they are opportunists looking for fame for no reason…no work put in…no pain or sorrow spilled to understand the hardship an African Woman as she claims herself because she cannot stand the treatments she gets from her own lying black race in this country…she has decided she does not want them now for their foul betrayal has killed her heart, soul and mind and turned her against her own race for the EVIL she sees them as.
Cruelly and sport they give this person for good old m. to enjoy at their leisure. To laugh, joke, prode, goad, cut in and murder little by little and claps their hands in elation we won we won we won by the foulest shit we put out we won because it was definitely not by a measure of intelligence is it? Was it?
What better way to hurt a woman and cover the crime of rape and murder? Throw out allegations of what? She smells…great days of illusion are ever here Magician the Great is rampant everywhere…run her black ass off all campuses we don’t want to help her medically or any kind of way. We just want her DEAD!!! She is too literate ha ha ha … she is just a black person treat her bad as hell so she can kill herself or we can kill her and who cares…put out as much filth that our foul lying ass can think of because we hate her … her kind…anyway!!! She never should have been given a book this should be a clue to harsh reality of insecurity envy hate and the evil nature of the people we are dealing with.
I am distressed at this callous treatment that I received…we are hated and always will be and I feel this is just the start of it. My children are dead…ripped from my womb by Jack the Ripper himself and myself beat half the death trying to defend self and children but all conveniently hidden by the (“who’s in charge”). Isn’t that just the greatest event on earth that life of some are regarded as nothing and I am glad its me because nothing does not have to help the so-called somethings of the world who think too highly of themselves and are nothing but the lowest shit that ever crawled out the gutter. A killing fucking fiend who attacks a pregnant woman is “trash” and always will be because they have money and fame.
D.A.B. IS THEM. Always. I HATE YOUR ASS AND HOPE YOU DIE IN YOUR MIND A MILLION TIMES OVER OVER OVER FOREVER.
Felicia McCaw
Mockingbird’s Sorrow is Her
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
PRECIOUS BEAU THE BEAR
Eyes of brown large sad look at world with compassion kind with nosey nosey nose of big
Ears of quick hear all things wonderful and smile with large star twinkling from face to all around
Going from house to house he said “hello good morning” doing chores with happy expression of no mind
Giggling with joy he said to himself as he danced danced danced I love my home I love my home
Looking at signs of track he followed path to tree of weird pattern of shaped circles triangles squares colors of every shade consist
Touching each shape he watched pictures flow from point to point of scenes enact
Watching curiously he saw his finger go in each and the image become alive transforming
Smiles after smiles floated in the air as he tried event of scenery and stepped in to join the play
Kicking up his heels he rolled in grass of green blue licking honey from paws of thankful
Feeling refreshed famine hunger relieved he tried button of next and rode on coaster coaster and merry go rounds of horses courage
Holding balloons of colors he waddled content looking at stalls of unique strange of collection of objects of rare
Cotton candy sweet attracted nose of sharp and caused Precious Beau to lick mouth of pucker formed in “O”
Picking up rifle of fake he aimed at targets with hands of unsteady laugh and shot shot missed missed missed
Finally given up he touched button that said “Way Home” and looked at his home with sheer content of sheer of heaven and laid in bed of rest
By
Felicia McCaw
Ears of quick hear all things wonderful and smile with large star twinkling from face to all around
Going from house to house he said “hello good morning” doing chores with happy expression of no mind
Giggling with joy he said to himself as he danced danced danced I love my home I love my home
Looking at signs of track he followed path to tree of weird pattern of shaped circles triangles squares colors of every shade consist
Touching each shape he watched pictures flow from point to point of scenes enact
Watching curiously he saw his finger go in each and the image become alive transforming
Smiles after smiles floated in the air as he tried event of scenery and stepped in to join the play
Kicking up his heels he rolled in grass of green blue licking honey from paws of thankful
Feeling refreshed famine hunger relieved he tried button of next and rode on coaster coaster and merry go rounds of horses courage
Holding balloons of colors he waddled content looking at stalls of unique strange of collection of objects of rare
Cotton candy sweet attracted nose of sharp and caused Precious Beau to lick mouth of pucker formed in “O”
Picking up rifle of fake he aimed at targets with hands of unsteady laugh and shot shot missed missed missed
Finally given up he touched button that said “Way Home” and looked at his home with sheer content of sheer of heaven and laid in bed of rest
By
Felicia McCaw
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
THE HUNTSMAN'S WINTER
Inspired by Winter the Huntsman by Osbert Sitwell located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Cold crisp days of eons they became the same
Colors of every season fade till each day became endless torment
Calling the dogs of train with horn of plenty they ran side by side
Watching the air curl crisp under flying feet he followed their path through green foliage painted white close as a deer's tears
Baying loud the ground trembled beneath pounding churning thoughts of the hunt the hunt the hunt
Copper bells resounded as they ran faster faster with the Huntsman leaning forward in saddle of swift challenge lively the thoughts came
Swirling whip in air he cracked it loud loud loud loud teeth shining predatorial white in light of day
By
Felicia McCaw
Cold crisp days of eons they became the same
Colors of every season fade till each day became endless torment
Calling the dogs of train with horn of plenty they ran side by side
Watching the air curl crisp under flying feet he followed their path through green foliage painted white close as a deer's tears
Baying loud the ground trembled beneath pounding churning thoughts of the hunt the hunt the hunt
Copper bells resounded as they ran faster faster with the Huntsman leaning forward in saddle of swift challenge lively the thoughts came
Swirling whip in air he cracked it loud loud loud loud teeth shining predatorial white in light of day
By
Felicia McCaw
DREAM TRAVEL SOLUTIONS
A dream realized of providing a realization of travel at it's most polite respect
Orlandis Sr. and Orlandis Jr., Marshall, Orlando, Paul, Michael, Nathaniel, Mitchell, James, John and others at the helm driving smooth right they handle the trips righteous correct
Business primary running on time correct schedules keep true reputation kept rules fresh
Contentment gracious service is goal protocol fulfilled respect all real
Discipline courtesy is the way to heart of many succeed bless us all riders will all
Drivers for Dream Travel portray the same professional mien business first rudeness never just relief of true behavior exhibit honesty throughout
Earning loyalty never given freely but evaluated fair they persevere and live the American Dream
Camaraderie they share, shimmer, shows the respect for man to man woman to woman they remain the wish for all
Maturity respect the changing aspects of trip to trip people to people personality with patience wisdom humor wide and far long review actions all
Keeping the dream alive travel travel travel wide far with Dream Travel Solutions the people who care for all
By
Felicia McCaw
Although Dream Travel Solutions is an actual business, I used their company's name to show how
much I respect them and care for each driver who has given me so much support unknowingly and who
work for Dream Travel Solutions and their unconscious mannerisms show they have been well brought up. I
love your kindness and stern way to getting the job the done. I love the way you guys are raising your sons.
I am just your fan forever. This is my tribute and salute to every brother working hard with serious dedication and respect.
LUV Felicia
Orlandis Sr. and Orlandis Jr., Marshall, Orlando, Paul, Michael, Nathaniel, Mitchell, James, John and others at the helm driving smooth right they handle the trips righteous correct
Business primary running on time correct schedules keep true reputation kept rules fresh
Contentment gracious service is goal protocol fulfilled respect all real
Discipline courtesy is the way to heart of many succeed bless us all riders will all
Drivers for Dream Travel portray the same professional mien business first rudeness never just relief of true behavior exhibit honesty throughout
Earning loyalty never given freely but evaluated fair they persevere and live the American Dream
Camaraderie they share, shimmer, shows the respect for man to man woman to woman they remain the wish for all
Maturity respect the changing aspects of trip to trip people to people personality with patience wisdom humor wide and far long review actions all
Keeping the dream alive travel travel travel wide far with Dream Travel Solutions the people who care for all
By
Felicia McCaw
Although Dream Travel Solutions is an actual business, I used their company's name to show how
much I respect them and care for each driver who has given me so much support unknowingly and who
work for Dream Travel Solutions and their unconscious mannerisms show they have been well brought up. I
love your kindness and stern way to getting the job the done. I love the way you guys are raising your sons.
I am just your fan forever. This is my tribute and salute to every brother working hard with serious dedication and respect.
LUV Felicia
Monday, April 14, 2014
The House That Stood Alone and Cried
Inspired by The Dark House by Anonymous located
in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by
Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
On a moor of
dark cloud of eerie weird screeching call a house stood alone and cried
For Sorrow’s
tears of full wide as eons of years ago it graced the land in ill-begotten ways
Centuries of
centuries children laid in beds of torment torture until their pain saturated
each pore of a house that became alive with sorrow reborn
Each room
was dark dank chilled to bone the morrow of a person’s soul that invited none
enter happy but remain sad
Creepy
noises of walls that spoke mean words to all that lived within and made the
mind dement and reel in unreality
Cupboards
cupboards of storage lined halls of black that defied the cheer of light and
normalcy creeped seeped through the night
A box of
dark lived in a room of its own circulating evil of fluctuating beats of heart
that reverted thumps throughout the night
Children
chilled scared laid through the night in beds with scarce of blanket and lack
of prayer to keep safe through nights of terror
Welcome
unwelcome the house seemed to beckon all to devour every eerie emotion that
could contain the halls and walls of awful veins of life blood
Seemingly of
its own accord the house revolved revolved around every soul and emitted cries
of cries of the inner torment that dwelled between and below
Still
standing it continued its own play of a house that refused to die but gained
gained misery as each passing day dwelt
By
Felicia
McCaw A Eskimo Baby
Inspired by An Eskimo Baby by Lucy Diamond located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Sweet features of round plump of cherry dumpling with wisps of black curls springing free
Sweet features of round plump of cherry dumpling with wisps of black curls springing free
Eyes of black opal sunshine of slanted clear sharp view of watch all
Rosy lips of cupid bow’s cries of few and sweet bestow the ear of cheerCuddled in fragrant soft of cushion clouds of white fluff they lay kicking gigglingin happy play
Furs of softest fine allow eyes of twinkle black to see with nose of inquisitive to tip turned this way and that
Carrying them close to breath a mother’s essence they coo coo coo over coo over over little hands twitching twitching step by step
When the snow fall the little ones catch snowflakes counting one two three four five six until they cannot no more
Chuckling with glee with two little teeth below they smiled a circle full allowing view of sunny play
Grooming with oil of sweet mom rubbed from little silky head of curls to feet of playful until covered protected delicate skin of fresh
Rocking asleeping on stars of heaven wrought they sleep sleep in warm furs in bed of safe after supper of raw blubber and fat until belly sigh contentIn the land of snow would you trade the joy of content ahearing a little one sigh face flushed with happy content?
No I say not the sweet fresh scent of baby coo in contentment indeedBy
Felicia McCaw Saturday, April 12, 2014
Isaiah Challenges the Rainbow
Isaiah came
forth from the pits of hell exclaiming loud loud I have been places none has
gone before far wide
gone before far wide
I am I am
the challenger of the Rainbow of Heaven Sky looking in
each corner of the world he searched searched for adventure crave he and one
Living each
moment with uproarious viscosity he laughed learned and loved a life as man do
Knowing his
Auntee loved him as self and seeing her brother Robert in him she doted on him
dear
She dreamed
fighted and watched him grow in his mind to challenge the Rainbow as foretold
Memories of
past flooded thru clear the path to prepare for God’s will that all under the
sun shall be asiege and challenged
Twas two who
came one by one then side by side to hardened the heart of the Rainbow to not
come for many years
All knew the
heart of the Rainbow was hardened by the lack of concession to heed the sacred sacraments
made years ago to heed God’s law
Isaiah knew
that God’s word had been dishonored, defied, ignored, trodden upon and cried
tears of self-pity and said why?
Looking sad
he watched the people practice acts of depravity, age prematurely and act as if
none of God’s law mattered
God roared
loud deep in the pit of hell and said come out curious one and install the word
of God in people’s heart again
Protesting
loudly Isaiah said I was just exploring exploring and was inquisitive only
God’s tone
became mean and said what is his is his and not for you to know or meddle and
peek probe
Isaiah said
I come I come forth and will never bother again the urge of curiosity or
someone’s else business
God’s spoke
to him again your job’s is the rainbow and reinstalling the heart of the
Rainbow’s for blessing over the land
Twenty years
has been the curse of no rainbow to bless and shield the land and people
Isaiah went
down on his knees and prayed long with mighty sobs how can I soften heart
declared to be heart of hardest of stone since the three were slain before
birth
God replied
you are the one Rainbow loves and seek the way of charm and love to court thee
way well
Isaiah cast
wide eyes upward sky and here I am a sinner but still a benevolent kind man who
wishes for all to be protected by Rainbow so challenge me any task fulfill all
I will
Rainbow’s
heart was softened because of his endearing ploy for sympathy and gave forth
her acquiesce to reveal the Rainbow to enemies far wide to show protection,
love and renewal of sacraments again
Isaiah
called forth Robert his great uncle to stand beside him and guide him to learn
to handle the Rainbow of God’s Truth
Both watched
with eyes of hope, wonder the revealing of her ladyship of Rainbow fan of
gracious colors and blessing over them and the land
By
Felicia
McCaw
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Muffin Man’s Adventures
An erotic rendition of sexual conquest.
Inspired by
the Muffin Man written in England
(Traditional – published in c. 1820)
Jaunty
steps he walked through village to village looking for a conquest of severalRinging the bell loud frequent he hollowed muffins muffins who will buy my muffins poppin hot
Looking
with an arch look of roguish he said I am I am the Muffin Man in all kinds of
pleasure play
Three
women of lonely winter forums became his eye of gleam and dream of lust crave
Stopping
at house of gold he smiled with teeth of wolfish bright long
Calling
out today today I sell the muffins of pleasure of melt in mouth of blissful
sweet
Casting eyes of question he watched
Bella open door of wooden crest he hawked his message
clear as bell
Bella switched her skirt with playful
flips and asked how much is your muffins Muffin Man?
Laughing with husky smoke he said for
you a fine pence ado sweet cheerio
Teeth flashing coquettishly she said I
take all and of course your sweet manly self as well
My name I secret far below but a Muffin Man
always ready to toast butter a ripe muffin time by time
Leaning forward she pressed herself firm
against chest of muscled wide rubbing the her hands on muscles of hard firm
flesh
Grabbing hold of hips of wide he pressed
hungrily against her saying show me the way of sweet muffin’s heaven
Watching with eyes predatorial heat observing
the rapid throb of arousal began to rise rise rise
He be began to kiss legs of sweet
continuing from to swirl tongue around nipples of perked hard
Thrusting with firm strokes he compelled
her motion forth repeatedly until she began to moan deep in throat of rapid
Growling deeply he took his pleasure at his
leisure surreal indeed was his thoughts that arose arose deep deep in his mind
of one
By
Felicia McCaw
Saturday, April 5, 2014
The Cuckold That Never Knew Reality
A man of worth refine means wealth defy traditional kept
His wife of unreproach looked at none in his eye assured him
of chaste so question he not
Nobility of truest blood ran through veins of bluest blood
of finest families in country far wide
Noble baron of rich fortunes lodged fighting tournaments of
question to honor deep
Fair of fairest his wife wiled away time when he was away
with gallant suitors of many entertained with jests of plenty play
Blushing afrequent the attention made her mind become a
tempted a tempted a tempted and sway sway
Looking at one swain of handsome swell she swooned a flight
of dizzy and allowed his kiss to waken senses of supposed kept
Exchanging notes of love and fervency desire he she
rendezvous in gardens of sweet rose pine nettles
Catching her close he cupped breast of ripe and suckled to
her legs became weak and began to devour as prey of famine
Kissing her hard with tongue dueling as wayward sword he
flipped skirt of frill upward with hands of seek
Pushing aside legs of pleasure he rammed deep of thrust
within and rode her hard as swift throb of heat stroked his skin until all
thought ceased
Coming home asoon before time of return a man of no
knowledge stumbled over the tryst of sexual duel interlude with amusement then
rage of uncontrol
Grabbing the man of thief of his wife’s virtue he pummeled
he pummeled he pummeled him over over over until all life ceased
Eyes of cruelty looked at his wife of supposed chastity and
with deliberate intent he called guard of witness to put her from him quick
By
Felicia McCawA GIRL OF RAGS BECAME A STAR
Inspired partially by Raggedy Ann written by Johnny Gruelle.
twinkle to grow grow grow
Day by day she worked, prayed, played, lived and went to
school
Having naught much but dignity retained she kept it all
contained
Complaining not she endured her lot in life not a misery
Striving dreaming she saw stars in the sky about her that allowed hertwinkle to grow grow grow
Looking at the oppressed, trodden down she said a difference is what we
need need to
make it all right
Someday a dream will come true for all of us who believe in God and Pray
A day of righteousness fairness love evolution and a new beginning to
inspire represent us
all from start to end not
Looking at a life of boring routine a girl of rags became the star
scintillating shining rotated she
Pushing for rights of the people she stood her stance of firm we all
matter and not one should
be discarded cast aside devoured whole
Advising lecturing speaking she watched a change move with fleeting
quiet steps from coast to coast
A knowledge of appropriateness dawn in eye of consciousness to allow
the free thought of acceptance of social norms provide all
From rags to riches or nouveau poor she retained aloof from acts of
crude to respect the man of love she battle freely all cometh forth
By Felicia McCaw
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
SPECIAL EDUCATION/DIVERSIFIED LEARNING - FELICIA MCCAW'S DREAM
SPECIAL EDUCATION
GOAL
PROGRESSIVE START FOR THE QUEST TO CHANGE THE SPECIAL EDUCATION PROGRAM – FELICIA MCCAW’S DREAM FOR TOMORROW
In the field of education is the theory of learning. Learning is the assimilative process of acquiring information of raw and process it to fine. When referred to as fine it is the finished product of a thought in motion. How does a person catch a thought in motion? It is impossible to catch but it is accessible by the conscious cognitive ability of accessibility that allows fluid fast processing of data that is similar to a computer but without the need for special language to communicate the process of working synapses in the brain anterior.Cumulative thoughts of progression from start to end allows the continuous unification of thoughts to form and conjunctive in formation of completion as well as furtherance. My thoughts on special learning is to educate the children of retardation to access the sector of the mid-region of the brain by stimulative pictorial visualization as well as relative written format to start and then progressively recede the normal education process and reflectively start a cognitive new approach for education progression to upscale the thought level from incorrect to a challenging innovative approach.
Segment 1Special education is it special or is the approach to learning that needs further studying to reflectively progress students to normalcy and relative levels to conclusively be competitive in normal classroom settings.
Segment 2Conclusive analysis of procedure, process and possible deficit of assimilative abilities that allow the process of relative thought process that brings into contrast normal vs supposed retardation.
Segment 3Remedies of corrective attempts to fulfill summation of analysis to resolve, change, modify and reinforce the ability to continuously progress forward
Incorporating the process of Diversified Learning is the necessary step in Special Learning and goal to hopefully change and modify the approach with testing and approval – FELICIA MCCAW’S FIRST DRAFT AND PROPOSED THOUGHTS ON THIS SUBJECT.DIVERSIFIED LEARNING
THREE METHODS OF APPROACH
I. Beginning Phase
A. Involves the evaluative process of ascertaining the positioning of intellectual thought
B. Testing and summation of results
C. Procedures established to be used in assimilative processing and retaining of new information
D. Analysis of information gathered from input and output
E. Progressive steps to evolve to higher levels with more complicated material to be absorbed
F. Process repeated over and over
II. Second Phase
A. Teach what has been learned with supervisory observation
B. Step by Step detail of ideas that might change assimilative process
C. Mergence of ideas given to form new procedures
D. Modify procedures with approved changes
E. Combined effort to test new procedure to ensure it is workable and successful
III. Third Phase
A. Initiation of written detailed instructions, course work and evaluation
B. Monitor, evaluate and change approach as appropriate
C. Install changes with steps to assimilate different approaches
D. Monitor and evaluate end result with changes
E. Repeat steps to possibly evolve further upward
The Blanket That Grew Grew Grew
KeiKei of
Jasper had a blanket of fine blue of sparkling stars of divide
Looking at
kids of asleep on nights of cold with a blanket of none
He visited
them each night and said grow grow grow leaving blankets of warmth of sweet for
each little innocent one
Smiling with
satisfaction wide he watched small perfect fingers curve around pulling blanket
of cuddle to neck
Clicking
fingers of strong long he said dream dream dream of color wanted wishes of all
be blessed before day long
Working fast
moving as quick before light bestow day of memories form he went from child to
child relaying blanket that grew grew grew
Star of
David blinked blinked blinked said good good good save the children true faith
is good for all therein together one
KeiKei
looked at John and said more more more shall I go within the earth providing more
more more
John replied
yes yes yes for they are the future of man protect them all with Spirit of Lord
for all twinkle in twinkle’s heart secret
By
Felicia
McCaw
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- This site is dedicated to my parents (Mary Alice Barnett&Major W. Barnett), Robert McCaw (Sr & Jr), Lucille &Charlie Miller&Joe Jackson (G.ma & G.pas),Daisy Jackson(Aunt), Willie Jackson(Uncle),Joe Jackson (Uncle), Major Jackson (Uncle),Jim Jackson (Uncle),Claude Thomas (second cousin), Nute Scott (friend),Chester McCaw, Dr. Bobby Ann Robinson, Dr. Lee Martin, Orlandis Ellison, Joseph Smith and my children Djoubutu, Biliaon, Jasamina Akia, Joquina Dawn, Antoine, Bijon, Simone and Felicity. Friend and love of my heart and youth Charles Casey and parents (William & Tissurene Casey). Hey you guys that don't know me...I'm just me...and I am interested in knowing everything you have to say. So don't hold your tongue speak your piece. Don't hold back...show me some love. :) MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE WORLD IS AT STUDYMODE.COM - TYPE IN FELICIA MCCAW TO HELP STUDENTS GET THROUGH THESE CLASSES AND GIVE THEM AN IDEA OF WHAT EACH CLASS ENTAILS TO MAKE IT THROUGH. THANKS FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME. WELCOME TO THE LEARNING CORNER. :) WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT AN EDUCATION AND ADVENTURE. EVERYTHING IS COPYWRITED. THANK YOU. (Personal Portfolio) FM