Inspired by Someone written by Walter de la Mare located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A knock rang through the house of still quiet long night
Looking out window of grimy dirty panes peered a face framed in curls small
No one stood outside the door but the knock continued continued irregardless of who watched
Hand over heart that raced raced and would not still caused her to sway sway learning against wall weakly long
Gasping out who she opened door and in swirled in harsh circle a cold draft that beat her bent as she screamed screamed for help help
Running with bible in hand her husband prayed long long for the it to leave leave this house of blessing be
Laughter rang high low with amusement watching him fumble for passage passage to save his dear was the who great torture
Pulling his hair he screamed don’t take her I have sinned not father help me help me save my wife I pray thee
Hearing a crack of thunder the ground shook as thunderous steps were heard in the sky forever eye can sea
Lashes of light whipped the cur who was “who” from around her and made it yield bow down still
Wheels of thunderous echoed in sky above and all of chariot looked amused at it was routed taught its place of naught
Finally free she ran to husband to be clasped in arms of tremble glad that all ceased and giving thanks to God above
By
Felicia McCaw
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Valley of Shadows
Inspired by Eldorado written by Edgar Allan Poe located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
In a tournament of end a knight of age and youth gone had recourse not but to reaper
Fight after fight he parleyed alone thirst of thirst to battle run through as fever of blood
Thrust and challenge he grew as young as a shadow cover his face long
His wits agile flex his opponents had no chance for experience aided him quick
Laughter wild with lust for battle roared through his chest for youth again ruled as his sword devoured all within his reach
Challenges rang the world wide for skeptics denied this as a sure jest that old could defeat youth of search
They came came and again the shadow grew in Valley of the Shadows until shame twisted far and wide they quit
By
Felicia McCaw
In a tournament of end a knight of age and youth gone had recourse not but to reaper
Fight after fight he parleyed alone thirst of thirst to battle run through as fever of blood
Thrust and challenge he grew as young as a shadow cover his face long
His wits agile flex his opponents had no chance for experience aided him quick
Laughter wild with lust for battle roared through his chest for youth again ruled as his sword devoured all within his reach
Challenges rang the world wide for skeptics denied this as a sure jest that old could defeat youth of search
They came came and again the shadow grew in Valley of the Shadows until shame twisted far and wide they quit
By
Felicia McCaw
The Sound of Wind that Has No Time
Inspired by The Sound of the Wind written by Edgar Allan Poe located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Brisk brisk it marches through each corner astir astir it breathes
Cultivating a pattern it clicks clicks a finger as it turns a corner
Impatience rings its thoughts leave me be for I the sound of the wind that has no time request it again and again
Bye bye it runs runs keep up if you can for I have turned a page
Unmanageable it shakes its hair whom are you to stop me? Revising the thought again I have no time says the wind
Rushing here there it envelops all in embrace and says see you again when I slow down
By
Felicia McCaw
Brisk brisk it marches through each corner astir astir it breathes
Cultivating a pattern it clicks clicks a finger as it turns a corner
Impatience rings its thoughts leave me be for I the sound of the wind that has no time request it again and again
Bye bye it runs runs keep up if you can for I have turned a page
Unmanageable it shakes its hair whom are you to stop me? Revising the thought again I have no time says the wind
Rushing here there it envelops all in embrace and says see you again when I slow down
By
Felicia McCaw
The Sea-Gulls
Inspired by the White Sea-Gull written by Mary Howitt located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Oceans riding the sand high and low as the tides flow in and out
Whisper whisper the wind they come they come to sea to sea
They are Poppa God’s eye and they watch watch and know a cruel lot who does not care
Allah be great they call Jesus Jesus Jesus when they hunger for psalm psalm and praise praise praise I hear I hear all they say
Grace grace grace for all who care we hunger and feed us little to tarry not for we be on our way
We care we care we care they cry in hearts of many for we are doves of peace but multitudes of one and many
By
Felicia McCaw
Oceans riding the sand high and low as the tides flow in and out
Whisper whisper the wind they come they come to sea to sea
They are Poppa God’s eye and they watch watch and know a cruel lot who does not care
Allah be great they call Jesus Jesus Jesus when they hunger for psalm psalm and praise praise praise I hear I hear all they say
Grace grace grace for all who care we hunger and feed us little to tarry not for we be on our way
We care we care we care they cry in hearts of many for we are doves of peace but multitudes of one and many
By
Felicia McCaw
Small Ideas Grow
Inspired by The Little Things that Happen written by Marjorie Wilson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
An idea of small grows from a seed of tiny little
Memories reflect a change to ensure a growth of revolution to evolution
Deep within the recession of a mind is the key never lost forgotten but beneath
Like a light the image appears meticulous flawless it dangles free 3D
Useful free it never ceases to astound the clarity of thought that frees it to appear
A thought became a reality of true fact pure logic it is beyond the scope of whom
By
Felicia McCaw
An idea of small grows from a seed of tiny little
Memories reflect a change to ensure a growth of revolution to evolution
Deep within the recession of a mind is the key never lost forgotten but beneath
Like a light the image appears meticulous flawless it dangles free 3D
Useful free it never ceases to astound the clarity of thought that frees it to appear
A thought became a reality of true fact pure logic it is beyond the scope of whom
By
Felicia McCaw
Question
Inspired by Answer to a Child’s Question written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Many thoughts fly through the mind as we fulfill our destiny to ask ask ask
Who is what is whom is we go on and on as evolve we do
Enlighten us for we thrist to know to know as the wheel turns we do
Day or night we clamor clamor and wish for someone to tell us more more to fill us full full but we never get enough enough
For we question question all that shadows us deep and hurts us long and shallow
Why why why why is the reason we live to wonder and grow?
By
Felicia McCaw
Many thoughts fly through the mind as we fulfill our destiny to ask ask ask
Who is what is whom is we go on and on as evolve we do
Enlighten us for we thrist to know to know as the wheel turns we do
Day or night we clamor clamor and wish for someone to tell us more more to fill us full full but we never get enough enough
For we question question all that shadows us deep and hurts us long and shallow
Why why why why is the reason we live to wonder and grow?
By
Felicia McCaw
Nights of Stark Cold Pain
Inspired by Windy Nights written by Robert Louis Stevenson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Brr Brr the wind blew cold to chill all thought except pain
Walking inside became sublime as keeping sane and surreal is the thought who dare but a horror
Cooing cooing as a dove she sat watching watching with control as a mental mental genius prowls the place
Whom whom as the question question grew she grew as the plot change she change as the insert of placebo became a flower she gather
Observe observe learn learn some not all frustration realized for all reveal that she cannot be true to yield not to insults but glory glory
still alive cold hard thought move faster faster taught taught retain the horror of whom we reside in
Understand understand all or nothing is true way of dice the game but honor is not give as striped but burned in heart, mind soul as nights of stark cold pain
Whipped whipped as a back screamed nay I care not I stay fight again again with help soon here I say
By
Felicia McCaw
Brr Brr the wind blew cold to chill all thought except pain
Walking inside became sublime as keeping sane and surreal is the thought who dare but a horror
Cooing cooing as a dove she sat watching watching with control as a mental mental genius prowls the place
Whom whom as the question question grew she grew as the plot change she change as the insert of placebo became a flower she gather
Observe observe learn learn some not all frustration realized for all reveal that she cannot be true to yield not to insults but glory glory
still alive cold hard thought move faster faster taught taught retain the horror of whom we reside in
Understand understand all or nothing is true way of dice the game but honor is not give as striped but burned in heart, mind soul as nights of stark cold pain
Whipped whipped as a back screamed nay I care not I stay fight again again with help soon here I say
By
Felicia McCaw
Night of Ghostly Happenings
Inspired by Hallowe’en written by Leonard Clark located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Gloomy cold whispers the request of witches, goblins and the undead may it be
We walk we walk the shadows and remain unseen but we wait for unwary to seize and be our prey
Look at the way the grass crackles with laughter and spite for you are the one who lay on me bloodless and dead
Trees gather in circles gossiping did you see did you see he got his and she got hers hee haw hee haw and run in place when you look again
Crickets, grasshoppers play the song of the dead smiling with allure come this way come this way and die and love again forever
Who knows a story better than us say the earth we have seen many many casts spells and die from their own malice and spite for they did it wrong wrong
Old wives leap around in house of settle and summon the crystal ball and say make me young young for I folly with a man of youth and hide it forever long
Old men growl, howl thru the night as the hair grow and teeth of huge fang rip into necks of all who call names and run amuck without a parent to keep them dear
Kids creep as shadows follow and stalk them saying mean things and throw dirt and rocks as they run run to sanctuary to escape the night of ghostly happenings
By
Felicia McCaw
Gloomy cold whispers the request of witches, goblins and the undead may it be
We walk we walk the shadows and remain unseen but we wait for unwary to seize and be our prey
Look at the way the grass crackles with laughter and spite for you are the one who lay on me bloodless and dead
Trees gather in circles gossiping did you see did you see he got his and she got hers hee haw hee haw and run in place when you look again
Crickets, grasshoppers play the song of the dead smiling with allure come this way come this way and die and love again forever
Who knows a story better than us say the earth we have seen many many casts spells and die from their own malice and spite for they did it wrong wrong
Old wives leap around in house of settle and summon the crystal ball and say make me young young for I folly with a man of youth and hide it forever long
Old men growl, howl thru the night as the hair grow and teeth of huge fang rip into necks of all who call names and run amuck without a parent to keep them dear
Kids creep as shadows follow and stalk them saying mean things and throw dirt and rocks as they run run to sanctuary to escape the night of ghostly happenings
By
Felicia McCaw
La La La Sang a Toad of Operareto
Inspired by The Song of Mr. Toad written by Kenneth Grahame located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A world is this surely knows a prince disguised as a mere toad of song
Look at history and you will see wondrous and wonders that a toad has done miraculous heroic deeds
As a toad of operareto I have stalled many by the sheer beauty of my voice
Historians rave and call my name as a gift of the Gods saying amor must love the frog of prose musica
Fame fame tout tout accolades of congratulations after standing ovations ring through the world reflective of success success
Oxford Oxford clamor for more more from this classy high brow who rings the bell with Beethoven’s Seven
Click click click all the little ones to go in the new ark clap uproar-ingly as the thrill of each note tremble inside of each soul
Each bumble bee murmurs I want to sing sing just like Mr. Toad the elusive elusive recluse whose music rumbles trembles through their frame
Generals great of large in military all see and know the promis of strength and solvency of patriotic song
Royalty lean back in please pleasure of sublime surreal notes of tribute to them and all gather to hear La La La song by a Toad of Operareto
By
Felicia McCaw
A world is this surely knows a prince disguised as a mere toad of song
Look at history and you will see wondrous and wonders that a toad has done miraculous heroic deeds
As a toad of operareto I have stalled many by the sheer beauty of my voice
Historians rave and call my name as a gift of the Gods saying amor must love the frog of prose musica
Fame fame tout tout accolades of congratulations after standing ovations ring through the world reflective of success success
Oxford Oxford clamor for more more from this classy high brow who rings the bell with Beethoven’s Seven
Click click click all the little ones to go in the new ark clap uproar-ingly as the thrill of each note tremble inside of each soul
Each bumble bee murmurs I want to sing sing just like Mr. Toad the elusive elusive recluse whose music rumbles trembles through their frame
Generals great of large in military all see and know the promis of strength and solvency of patriotic song
Royalty lean back in please pleasure of sublime surreal notes of tribute to them and all gather to hear La La La song by a Toad of Operareto
By
Felicia McCaw
Harvest of the Orchards
Inspired by In the Orchard written by Stevie Smith located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Interesting is it not that the orchards are fuller fuller with fruit of ripe succulence
Crazed thoughts flying through the air contaminating rational thought seeking fame fame
A psychologist’s dream is unfolding before our eyes of consensual thought related to actions of movements physical and verbal ruminating and congratulating the acts of en masse
The mockingbird’s sorrow is watching with eagerness the repercussions of thievery be resolved, rounded, curtailed viciously with freedom crying
Murder, killing for harvest of the orchards is surely not a solution under clear visibility to fulfill and justify a garden of lies to save a sullied honor that is a filth anyway
But be still the tongue is still unwary but will quiet a tone for the game is afoot with the hunt not physical but a mental barrage that comes each summit with eagerness she watches with cruel wit to harvest the orchards herself
By
Felicia McCaw
Interesting is it not that the orchards are fuller fuller with fruit of ripe succulence
Crazed thoughts flying through the air contaminating rational thought seeking fame fame
A psychologist’s dream is unfolding before our eyes of consensual thought related to actions of movements physical and verbal ruminating and congratulating the acts of en masse
The mockingbird’s sorrow is watching with eagerness the repercussions of thievery be resolved, rounded, curtailed viciously with freedom crying
Murder, killing for harvest of the orchards is surely not a solution under clear visibility to fulfill and justify a garden of lies to save a sullied honor that is a filth anyway
But be still the tongue is still unwary but will quiet a tone for the game is afoot with the hunt not physical but a mental barrage that comes each summit with eagerness she watches with cruel wit to harvest the orchards herself
By
Felicia McCaw
Frost the Man
Inspired by Jack Frost written by Gabriel Setound located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
With a finger he create a stencil of intricate pattern of 100 capades on windows, doors, house on trees of green foliage he do
No entry safe he cartwheels the way in and play the piper, jester who left a castle everywhere
Knight of chivalry a rose of ice painted on door of each maiden fair or not
Breath by breath he grins as each escapade of frosty coloring rings the door saying let me in
Party by party he jauntly decorates scrolls of white coloring on cups, plates, and cakes of delicious clear for a joyous occasion clear
Clicking heels together he says I savoire-faire of ice that marries a bird of delight decorate with hair tiered in shimmering white frost delight
By
Felicia McCaw
With a finger he create a stencil of intricate pattern of 100 capades on windows, doors, house on trees of green foliage he do
No entry safe he cartwheels the way in and play the piper, jester who left a castle everywhere
Knight of chivalry a rose of ice painted on door of each maiden fair or not
Breath by breath he grins as each escapade of frosty coloring rings the door saying let me in
Party by party he jauntly decorates scrolls of white coloring on cups, plates, and cakes of delicious clear for a joyous occasion clear
Clicking heels together he says I savoire-faire of ice that marries a bird of delight decorate with hair tiered in shimmering white frost delight
By
Felicia McCaw
Ever Seen a Question Grow Wild and Long
Inspired by If Pigs Could Fly written by James Reeves located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A question started small and then it became a theory of exploratory thought
Exploratory thought became a reasonable conclusion and then it said I want to be a summation
A summation was indeed the way of taunt because it was joked and said it could occur if pigs could fly
Looking here and there a smile dwelled within because it was factual provable and done a question
Sherlock Watson love the game as it danced wicked wile with twist turn of pretty manipulation enters in to tempt tempt with petulant whines with no good substance to sustain the truth
Disregard distraction of handsome pretty she watch watch sleep wake all the same hear hear all whether conscious or not she teach all alert we same
Simulation test test they while wiles watch feedback as all fall to side watching watching
A question indeed it grew grew grew until it reached around the world incredulous wild and long
Hide what never could it be done for it started small and grew with vicious slashes of pain watched witnessed deliberate cruelty to hide culprits of mean loss
Properly given this question is still alark alark it sings producing the results of whom
Yeh yeah the question and summation prove it can and will be proven over over as logical thought prevail free
By
Felicia McCaw
A question started small and then it became a theory of exploratory thought
Exploratory thought became a reasonable conclusion and then it said I want to be a summation
A summation was indeed the way of taunt because it was joked and said it could occur if pigs could fly
Looking here and there a smile dwelled within because it was factual provable and done a question
Sherlock Watson love the game as it danced wicked wile with twist turn of pretty manipulation enters in to tempt tempt with petulant whines with no good substance to sustain the truth
Disregard distraction of handsome pretty she watch watch sleep wake all the same hear hear all whether conscious or not she teach all alert we same
Simulation test test they while wiles watch feedback as all fall to side watching watching
A question indeed it grew grew grew until it reached around the world incredulous wild and long
Hide what never could it be done for it started small and grew with vicious slashes of pain watched witnessed deliberate cruelty to hide culprits of mean loss
Properly given this question is still alark alark it sings producing the results of whom
Yeh yeah the question and summation prove it can and will be proven over over as logical thought prevail free
By
Felicia McCaw
Contrary and Willful Begats A Lesson Learned
Inspired by My Mother Said written by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Ever heard of a child who would not mind
Taught taught the way of norms but they yield not obeying none
Ha Ha they scoff at all pretending to be superior to all as we suffer their stupidity to live longer full
Clutching at straws as mud they wade in deeper becoming the object of secret laughter, jokes, ridicule and objects of cruel amusement
Unfortunate is the lesson for they see not the underlayment deliberately set a podium for amusement be it cruel or not they watch watch as a
vulture to see who thoughts become sublime to one who supposedly should await anxiously groveling and eating crow
She care not what they say knowing prejudice ruse the stick an rod the break for a spirit they care not for they hate a difference all the
more over over over eons deep
Expect it not kindness butr an insidious cloying way is indeed the act that know install brek the close and learn contrary and willful beats
a lesson learned harsh forget it not will all whether care or not it might be your sweet reward to harvest full
By
Felicia McCaw
Ever heard of a child who would not mind
Taught taught the way of norms but they yield not obeying none
Ha Ha they scoff at all pretending to be superior to all as we suffer their stupidity to live longer full
Clutching at straws as mud they wade in deeper becoming the object of secret laughter, jokes, ridicule and objects of cruel amusement
Unfortunate is the lesson for they see not the underlayment deliberately set a podium for amusement be it cruel or not they watch watch as a
vulture to see who thoughts become sublime to one who supposedly should await anxiously groveling and eating crow
She care not what they say knowing prejudice ruse the stick an rod the break for a spirit they care not for they hate a difference all the
more over over over eons deep
Expect it not kindness butr an insidious cloying way is indeed the act that know install brek the close and learn contrary and willful beats
a lesson learned harsh forget it not will all whether care or not it might be your sweet reward to harvest full
By
Felicia McCaw
Bella The Sweet
Inspired by A Kitten written by Eleanor Farjeon located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Small perfect unique she watches with eyes of huge blue
Meow meow she cries soft and mellow for she knows her way
Light as a feather she clamors for loving and petting until she be content all
Feminine wiles beware for she knows them all practicing them quiet content
Looking without conceit she knows her way around the stubborn rubbing with insistence to get her way
Eyes wide she watches for confirmation of yes or no will her wiles work or not to find her way soon
Content with safe she sleep sleep quiet quiet for someone knows better all the time
By
Felicia McCaw
Small perfect unique she watches with eyes of huge blue
Meow meow she cries soft and mellow for she knows her way
Light as a feather she clamors for loving and petting until she be content all
Feminine wiles beware for she knows them all practicing them quiet content
Looking without conceit she knows her way around the stubborn rubbing with insistence to get her way
Eyes wide she watches for confirmation of yes or no will her wiles work or not to find her way soon
Content with safe she sleep sleep quiet quiet for someone knows better all the time
By
Felicia McCaw
A Song of Praise
Inspired by Frutta di Mare written by Geoffrey Scott located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Praise praise is the answer to all fulfill my thought when fear overcome
Music of song elevates the mind to fulfill the thought of a incline of plateau
Sorrow sorrow is mind that know the tears still fall without thought as I hear a cry of pain that enrages my soul
Intent intent I heard myself for I am the rock that ask God to spite me break me and make me stronger than any before
Forgive me she say for I doubted as the pain of cold chill ran through my soul and whipped me within until I heard the voice of god and the
praise of song ricochet through my soul
Casting a flow flow she watched as the enemy retreated from the heat of hell that rose deep deep and rose within burning burning each soul wickedness that ran about laughing free wild
Weak with pain she lifted lifted as one picked her up and wrought her from within and she lived again to fight fight and listen to a song of praise
By
Felicia McCaw
Praise praise is the answer to all fulfill my thought when fear overcome
Music of song elevates the mind to fulfill the thought of a incline of plateau
Sorrow sorrow is mind that know the tears still fall without thought as I hear a cry of pain that enrages my soul
Intent intent I heard myself for I am the rock that ask God to spite me break me and make me stronger than any before
Forgive me she say for I doubted as the pain of cold chill ran through my soul and whipped me within until I heard the voice of god and the
praise of song ricochet through my soul
Casting a flow flow she watched as the enemy retreated from the heat of hell that rose deep deep and rose within burning burning each soul wickedness that ran about laughing free wild
Weak with pain she lifted lifted as one picked her up and wrought her from within and she lived again to fight fight and listen to a song of praise
By
Felicia McCaw
A Rainbow’s End
Inspired by The Rainbow Fairies written by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
One Fairy left a pond to find the rainbow’s end and defied the world and said I truly will
Traveling on river of magic he followed and followed wiping his brow of tired and kept saying when when when
The Second Fairy said I will find the rainbow’s beginning and will hide it quick so none can see it flower again
Giggling high and low he galloped astride a magical stead who neighed with amusement wait till he find none hee hee haw haw
The Third Fairy said I will find the rainbow’s middle and consume it whole
Leaving in the middle of the night he gauged the beginning and the end but he found none to start or end to achieve his heinous goal
The Fourth Fairy said I will find the rainbow and watch watch watch it glow
Eyes wide with emotion he cried as the rainbow shimmered twinkled and touched his nose
The Fifth Fairy was grouchy and lazy and said you see one rainbow you seen them all and went to sleep
Waking up astart a band of color was tucking him in petting him and cheering him up until he smiled and changed his mind and said the rainbow
is the most beautiful thing in the world
The Sixth Fairy said I will calculate calculate until I configure the spot of beginning and end and slide down each color and have fun fun
fun
Looking confused he said I cannot find a spot to start or an end and said to the Seventh Fairy please help me do
The Seventh Fairy said I found the rainbow already and the end and beginning is the same
Speaking low he said disturb the rainbow not for it is ordained to covenant and none shall find the end or beginning for it is infinite
By
Felicia McCaw
One Fairy left a pond to find the rainbow’s end and defied the world and said I truly will
Traveling on river of magic he followed and followed wiping his brow of tired and kept saying when when when
The Second Fairy said I will find the rainbow’s beginning and will hide it quick so none can see it flower again
Giggling high and low he galloped astride a magical stead who neighed with amusement wait till he find none hee hee haw haw
The Third Fairy said I will find the rainbow’s middle and consume it whole
Leaving in the middle of the night he gauged the beginning and the end but he found none to start or end to achieve his heinous goal
The Fourth Fairy said I will find the rainbow and watch watch watch it glow
Eyes wide with emotion he cried as the rainbow shimmered twinkled and touched his nose
The Fifth Fairy was grouchy and lazy and said you see one rainbow you seen them all and went to sleep
Waking up astart a band of color was tucking him in petting him and cheering him up until he smiled and changed his mind and said the rainbow
is the most beautiful thing in the world
The Sixth Fairy said I will calculate calculate until I configure the spot of beginning and end and slide down each color and have fun fun
fun
Looking confused he said I cannot find a spot to start or an end and said to the Seventh Fairy please help me do
The Seventh Fairy said I found the rainbow already and the end and beginning is the same
Speaking low he said disturb the rainbow not for it is ordained to covenant and none shall find the end or beginning for it is infinite
By
Felicia McCaw
A Friend is True
Inspired by My Dog Tray written by Leonard Clark located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
All my days I never had a friend that was true
With the passing of the time it dawned clear that none would turn the cheek and slash my back
A friend is true for he stands at watch saying none nay I know not nothing at all for a friend involves none but the self
Love is the clue if you understand me for a friend’s sacrifice all with finesse of a surgeon’s thrust of exacting flavor
A friend is the sword through a needle’s eye for they quiet quiet a step as she pass
Watchful watchful she is all time through night day she monitors safety quick as flight
Like a mirage she wants all to know that this is a façade and untrue it is not happening it is a dream a reoccurring day nightmare
Believe not for prove it is the guess for a friend knows the way
By
Felicia McCaw
All my days I never had a friend that was true
With the passing of the time it dawned clear that none would turn the cheek and slash my back
A friend is true for he stands at watch saying none nay I know not nothing at all for a friend involves none but the self
Love is the clue if you understand me for a friend’s sacrifice all with finesse of a surgeon’s thrust of exacting flavor
A friend is the sword through a needle’s eye for they quiet quiet a step as she pass
Watchful watchful she is all time through night day she monitors safety quick as flight
Like a mirage she wants all to know that this is a façade and untrue it is not happening it is a dream a reoccurring day nightmare
Believe not for prove it is the guess for a friend knows the way
By
Felicia McCaw
A Friend Foe Became United as One
Inspired by A Night with a Wolf written by Bayard Taylor located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A morn it dawned clear as day that none could lose the other
A friend to all became pressed to be severe strident soldier all
Life mystery became an intrigue to trigger thoughts thoughts after thought to solve it all reveal
Can a half solve the side reveal not all but a portion of small at intervals of little
No a unite of both will release the restriction between and solve the elemental query of what whom when
Life indeed is not a clue or mystery but a bonus to fulfill that all is as all is what and then for we clamor for all and not the other as
truth is sought and not a war
By
Felicia McCaw
A morn it dawned clear as day that none could lose the other
A friend to all became pressed to be severe strident soldier all
Life mystery became an intrigue to trigger thoughts thoughts after thought to solve it all reveal
Can a half solve the side reveal not all but a portion of small at intervals of little
No a unite of both will release the restriction between and solve the elemental query of what whom when
Life indeed is not a clue or mystery but a bonus to fulfill that all is as all is what and then for we clamor for all and not the other as
truth is sought and not a war
By
Felicia McCaw
A Fly Had A Question
Inspired by The Fly written by Walter de la Mare located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Buzzing buzzing from place to place he stop here there
Investigating this he taste taste saying not not not
Antennas wiggling here click click he rubbed them together saying wow wow
I have a job when they say go away that’s what he say now now
Crying tears of rejection he say I am not wanted wherever I go because I bring a surprise
Calling Poppa God he say why they say I bring pestilence and disease?
Compassion ruling his heart and mind he said with patience all have a purpose, means and prophecy and that is yours.
By
Felicia McCaw
Buzzing buzzing from place to place he stop here there
Investigating this he taste taste saying not not not
Antennas wiggling here click click he rubbed them together saying wow wow
I have a job when they say go away that’s what he say now now
Crying tears of rejection he say I am not wanted wherever I go because I bring a surprise
Calling Poppa God he say why they say I bring pestilence and disease?
Compassion ruling his heart and mind he said with patience all have a purpose, means and prophecy and that is yours.
By
Felicia McCaw
A Fairy Who Would Not Accept Nay
Inspired by Fairy Story written by Stevie Smith located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Once upon a morning dew a fairy left and went her own way
Stubborn, proud she flew and learned all that they said she cannot obtain
Smiles of ambition marched as a soldier’s straight back within
I will not I will not accept that I am a loser but a trooper who fights on anyway
Step by step flight by flight I watch I learn I assimilate and continue on despite the odds I am the fairy who would not accept nay
I am God’s little blessing who thanks him all the time I say
By
Felicia McCaw
Once upon a morning dew a fairy left and went her own way
Stubborn, proud she flew and learned all that they said she cannot obtain
Smiles of ambition marched as a soldier’s straight back within
I will not I will not accept that I am a loser but a trooper who fights on anyway
Step by step flight by flight I watch I learn I assimilate and continue on despite the odds I am the fairy who would not accept nay
I am God’s little blessing who thanks him all the time I say
By
Felicia McCaw
A Day of Turn
Inspired by The Pobble who has no No Toes written by Edward Lear located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Days went by as the night turns and bleak is the sight
For a morrow is not gone and the wish is not a channel of return
But I see a turn that cannot be achieved for I am not the seer or the disbeliever
By
Felicia McCaw
Days went by as the night turns and bleak is the sight
For a morrow is not gone and the wish is not a channel of return
But I see a turn that cannot be achieved for I am not the seer or the disbeliever
By
Felicia McCaw
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Witches of Twin
Inspired by Two Witches written by Alexander Resnikoff located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Similar different they appear nice but meanness dwell not far
Looking at one mirror the same but in the eye is agleam that causes fear
Both attractive but slow of thought does not mean it reflect the cunning reveal they not
Schemes schemes they practice to pretend hurt hurt with tears of huge that reveal a lie a lie used wise to get ways of all
Using antics of feminity guile they learn it all to lead way to hell itself for a fool unwary is caught withal
Catching brewing portion of wickedness they profess true but a hostile lies within and without to hurt everyone who falls prey
By
Felicia McCaw
Similar different they appear nice but meanness dwell not far
Looking at one mirror the same but in the eye is agleam that causes fear
Both attractive but slow of thought does not mean it reflect the cunning reveal they not
Schemes schemes they practice to pretend hurt hurt with tears of huge that reveal a lie a lie used wise to get ways of all
Using antics of feminity guile they learn it all to lead way to hell itself for a fool unwary is caught withal
Catching brewing portion of wickedness they profess true but a hostile lies within and without to hurt everyone who falls prey
By
Felicia McCaw
The Wind Speaks
Inspired by The Wind written by John Lea located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A cackle A cackle heard in corners of corners we hear
Tip toeing in the shadows it follows tickling the feet and nose all hid
Children run through the house making noise of plenty saying the wind likes me for it tickles tickles me soft
Finally it musters enough courage and says I can speak can you? Over and over it expresses emotion sometimes low and sometimes high!
Climbing up vines it says copy me copy me for I am strong and adventuresome and I like to play play so I can get faster faster
No one pays me no attention when I say dance with me dance with me like Felicia
Felicia likes me for I tickle her face, play with her hair and cool her when she is hot
I am her friend says the wind and will always be
By
Felicia McCaw
A cackle A cackle heard in corners of corners we hear
Tip toeing in the shadows it follows tickling the feet and nose all hid
Children run through the house making noise of plenty saying the wind likes me for it tickles tickles me soft
Finally it musters enough courage and says I can speak can you? Over and over it expresses emotion sometimes low and sometimes high!
Climbing up vines it says copy me copy me for I am strong and adventuresome and I like to play play so I can get faster faster
No one pays me no attention when I say dance with me dance with me like Felicia
Felicia likes me for I tickle her face, play with her hair and cool her when she is hot
I am her friend says the wind and will always be
By
Felicia McCaw
The Owl Is Watching
Inspired by The Owl written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Nights of stark cold black gloomy and clear he watches wide eye all beneath and around
Saying a simple question of “who” he asks and receives an answer from all who pass by
Unblinking eyes of looking far within make all hesitate to come around for he tells he tells Poppa God all
Irregardless of whom it be he looks and says I know I know and cries within to help ease a sorrow deep
Eyes wide with shadows of fear he watches anyway for it is his duty to alleviate crime crime done mean without right
I am here in belfry, in the woods and fly through the night to help I am all trouble deed I be here for I am wise wise and know much of God’s word
By
Felicia McCaw
Nights of stark cold black gloomy and clear he watches wide eye all beneath and around
Saying a simple question of “who” he asks and receives an answer from all who pass by
Unblinking eyes of looking far within make all hesitate to come around for he tells he tells Poppa God all
Irregardless of whom it be he looks and says I know I know and cries within to help ease a sorrow deep
Eyes wide with shadows of fear he watches anyway for it is his duty to alleviate crime crime done mean without right
I am here in belfry, in the woods and fly through the night to help I am all trouble deed I be here for I am wise wise and know much of God’s word
By
Felicia McCaw
Omar and the Lady Bug
As tears falled crying a song all their own Omar lips trembled with inner hurt
Crying Momma Momma he looked at all not his own momma and said I want my own now
Perching on tree a branch of slim a little lady bug named Cinnamon said I will wipe and kiss your tears away free
Eyes changing shades of color he smiled smiled little twinkling like stars above saying friend friend I have all
Looking far and deep she say I will pray pray for a life of different plenty enriched with thought, deeds, integrity and intrigue
My mother Ciandre is my heart I love her safe Lord said Omar for his Auntee great said she will it so Lord I pray you will it so also
Watching with eyes of indulgence his great aunt looked on with blessing flowing from thought to thought as Cinnamon kissed the tip of each little finger tenderly
Listening to giggles of happy the tears dried and became rainbows itself
By
Felicia McCaw
Crying Momma Momma he looked at all not his own momma and said I want my own now
Perching on tree a branch of slim a little lady bug named Cinnamon said I will wipe and kiss your tears away free
Eyes changing shades of color he smiled smiled little twinkling like stars above saying friend friend I have all
Looking far and deep she say I will pray pray for a life of different plenty enriched with thought, deeds, integrity and intrigue
My mother Ciandre is my heart I love her safe Lord said Omar for his Auntee great said she will it so Lord I pray you will it so also
Watching with eyes of indulgence his great aunt looked on with blessing flowing from thought to thought as Cinnamon kissed the tip of each little finger tenderly
Listening to giggles of happy the tears dried and became rainbows itself
By
Felicia McCaw
Lord Lochinvar
Inspired by Lochinvar written by Sir Walter Scott located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Brave deeds unprevailed dauntless in war and hero to all
He walked tall among me a leader to all who followed unquestioningly
Riding a steed of strong hardy spirit he did who match was never found
Like two and the one they became undaunted relentless spirit in battle fore
None as faithful in amour for he traveled alone and far to plead to marry the fair Ellen
Clasping her hand softly he led in dance of quartet four whispering love words in ear of small
Whispering eternal vows they flowed as water smooth over floor over marble exchanging vows of undying love and devotion
Lochinvar and his loving bride left astride his charger and trusty steed they left to his castle in the West of Scotland
By
Felicia McCaw
Brave deeds unprevailed dauntless in war and hero to all
He walked tall among me a leader to all who followed unquestioningly
Riding a steed of strong hardy spirit he did who match was never found
Like two and the one they became undaunted relentless spirit in battle fore
None as faithful in amour for he traveled alone and far to plead to marry the fair Ellen
Clasping her hand softly he led in dance of quartet four whispering love words in ear of small
Whispering eternal vows they flowed as water smooth over floor over marble exchanging vows of undying love and devotion
Lochinvar and his loving bride left astride his charger and trusty steed they left to his castle in the West of Scotland
By
Felicia McCaw
A Window Shows us All and Nothing
Inspired by From a Railway Carriage written by Robert Louis Stevenson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
A pane of clear that reflects a thought or two as the scenery flashes by
Like lightening it reveals a semblance that can be true or not for all perceive different through the middle of a morrow’s eye
Eyes bright obscure a view and think is it so? In the wink of an eye it changes and ricochet back until it is no longer readable but invisible
Looking from one side to inside it reveals not the same but interpret it different it requires a process of peculiarity to see both at once and same
A glimpse is all that is needed to ascertain true not mirage special indifferent same change but a window show us all and nothing and that is God’s Truth
By
Felicia McCaw
A pane of clear that reflects a thought or two as the scenery flashes by
Like lightening it reveals a semblance that can be true or not for all perceive different through the middle of a morrow’s eye
Eyes bright obscure a view and think is it so? In the wink of an eye it changes and ricochet back until it is no longer readable but invisible
Looking from one side to inside it reveals not the same but interpret it different it requires a process of peculiarity to see both at once and same
A glimpse is all that is needed to ascertain true not mirage special indifferent same change but a window show us all and nothing and that is God’s Truth
By
Felicia McCaw
A Tiger’s Tail Should Never Be Pulled
Inspired by The Tiger written by William Blake located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Ever heard the tale of a tiger who roamed free and wild peace and left all alone save prey
Eyes bright burning with feral prowl he roamed through jungle quiet quiet under skies of distant and blue
No chain for him but freedom freedom and danger danger he portrayed as he flexed each paw showing claws of long dangerous sharp
Do you know anyone who would dare pull a tiger’s tail?
Only a fool of dutch courage who claimed he was indeed the one who could tame them all
Treading on turf not own they proceed as fools that care not but pull anyway and reflect why what then reflect again
As immortal thought fill minds they see symmetry of collective thought flourish bloom and reflect again
Why did I pull the tiger’s tail? Questioning over and over then saying I should have not I should have not but I did anyway and now I am doomed for tiger has swallowed me whole
By
Felicia McCaw
Ever heard the tale of a tiger who roamed free and wild peace and left all alone save prey
Eyes bright burning with feral prowl he roamed through jungle quiet quiet under skies of distant and blue
No chain for him but freedom freedom and danger danger he portrayed as he flexed each paw showing claws of long dangerous sharp
Do you know anyone who would dare pull a tiger’s tail?
Only a fool of dutch courage who claimed he was indeed the one who could tame them all
Treading on turf not own they proceed as fools that care not but pull anyway and reflect why what then reflect again
As immortal thought fill minds they see symmetry of collective thought flourish bloom and reflect again
Why did I pull the tiger’s tail? Questioning over and over then saying I should have not I should have not but I did anyway and now I am doomed for tiger has swallowed me whole
By
Felicia McCaw
A Night of Unend
Inspired by The Night Will Never Stay written by Eleanor Farjeon located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Twas a night of cold sorrow that filled a soul aquiver
Timeless and uneventful it closed tucked itself around shoulders full of cold chill
Blankets of dark covered the ground with obscurity dark with unknown menace prowling about
Watching from above where stars stars noting every movement, gesture and theatrics of all on podium that entertained the God’s above
The Wind whispered to all who would hear when will day come when will day come
A moon of sad looked down and said I care not for I am alone always with a face of different portray I will
Can we slip away from a night of unend that leaves tears twinkling like dew everywhere and plays a tune of sorrow on a cricket’s fiddle until dawn arise
By
Felicia McCaw
Twas a night of cold sorrow that filled a soul aquiver
Timeless and uneventful it closed tucked itself around shoulders full of cold chill
Blankets of dark covered the ground with obscurity dark with unknown menace prowling about
Watching from above where stars stars noting every movement, gesture and theatrics of all on podium that entertained the God’s above
The Wind whispered to all who would hear when will day come when will day come
A moon of sad looked down and said I care not for I am alone always with a face of different portray I will
Can we slip away from a night of unend that leaves tears twinkling like dew everywhere and plays a tune of sorrow on a cricket’s fiddle until dawn arise
By
Felicia McCaw
A Dog Called Lop-Ear
Inspired by My Dog, Spot written by Rodney Bennett located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
I see a little dog of black and white with a ear of interest up inquiry all the time
A nose of curiosity sniffs the spot of master’s foot all the time he come and go
He is a friend, son and loyal to us all and an inbetween for our counsel with God
He thinks about us all the time and says kindly give me water please for I thirst for all
Play with me please for I like the game of tag and chase and whatever you teach me
Wag wag goes his tail I know no end for I am Lop=Ear the dog who seeks his master’s pleasure
A cat who is that who wishes to know I teach the game of chase scat cat run
Wag wag goes his tail I meant no harm I just want to play
By
Felicia McCaw
I see a little dog of black and white with a ear of interest up inquiry all the time
A nose of curiosity sniffs the spot of master’s foot all the time he come and go
He is a friend, son and loyal to us all and an inbetween for our counsel with God
He thinks about us all the time and says kindly give me water please for I thirst for all
Play with me please for I like the game of tag and chase and whatever you teach me
Wag wag goes his tail I know no end for I am Lop=Ear the dog who seeks his master’s pleasure
A cat who is that who wishes to know I teach the game of chase scat cat run
Wag wag goes his tail I meant no harm I just want to play
By
Felicia McCaw
A Cowboy’s Boots
Inspired by The Cowboy’s Lament written by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Click click goes spurs worn worn down many trails of cattle rustle
Rough broke in they spoke of work work and mean ornery meaness
Sing yeh hi they clamored to gently knee a horse on galloping wild and free
Can you walk in my boots says one cowboy to a soft hand citizen? No, I doubt it so please leave me be
Snapping to a tune of good ole country they spryly dance almost by themselves to a tune of square
Singing a song all of their own we are buried with our owner on the top of the casket with dirt within
By
Felicia McCaw
Click click goes spurs worn worn down many trails of cattle rustle
Rough broke in they spoke of work work and mean ornery meaness
Sing yeh hi they clamored to gently knee a horse on galloping wild and free
Can you walk in my boots says one cowboy to a soft hand citizen? No, I doubt it so please leave me be
Snapping to a tune of good ole country they spryly dance almost by themselves to a tune of square
Singing a song all of their own we are buried with our owner on the top of the casket with dirt within
By
Felicia McCaw
A Chance to Live Free
Inspired by I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud written by William Wordsworth located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)
Pensive thoughts look far in clouds above and far below
Always the thought passes who could not change the image of who they be
Twirling thoughts spiral around around as the chance to live free dance in eyes of large brown
Grandiose thoughts fill the minds of choice that was and now seems not
Looking inward we look at image by image as each day reflect the thought that we are true
Never changing is constant we be as the time flash by we are not who we are but a symbol of issue
Would you given the chance live free or pass the light of enlightenment to another?
Whether by self or with others the breeze of free inspire to continue wherever the Lord send us we go
For he is free and I want to be like him but I am still weak but my faith is grace and I agree that I never to stop the dream of free to live express, think and be
By
Felicia McCaw
Pensive thoughts look far in clouds above and far below
Always the thought passes who could not change the image of who they be
Twirling thoughts spiral around around as the chance to live free dance in eyes of large brown
Grandiose thoughts fill the minds of choice that was and now seems not
Looking inward we look at image by image as each day reflect the thought that we are true
Never changing is constant we be as the time flash by we are not who we are but a symbol of issue
Would you given the chance live free or pass the light of enlightenment to another?
Whether by self or with others the breeze of free inspire to continue wherever the Lord send us we go
For he is free and I want to be like him but I am still weak but my faith is grace and I agree that I never to stop the dream of free to live express, think and be
By
Felicia McCaw
Thursday, July 3, 2014
A Beauty who Slept Slept Until her Prince Arrived
Inspired by Sleeping Beauty by Grimm’s Fairy Tales (Great Illustrated Classics)
A kingdom of peace and wondrous wonders existed many years ago
Graced with a royal couple of gentle wise they ruled fair but still the hope of a child was uppermost in dreams of many
Finally a day of fortuitousness arrived and little one came to her to be her baby of sweet call
Hark Hark the herald sing for the sweet christening of the royal infant would soon be with a feast of greatness to follow
Invites invites went to all especially to the seven fairies of gifts of gifts to glow to be her true ladyship value all
Seven of seven fairies gave and received gifts to grace her sweet little angelic form to allow all ladyship qualities grow reveal
But one old fairy of evil deed and intent received no gift at all and cursed the fair princess to die
As the seventh fairy looked askance at her she gave the princess a gift of protection of sleep until a prince of noble kissed her to
awake and live a life of happy forever
As the cursed prophesy foretold the princess pricked her finger on a need of sharp and slept and slept slept slept for 100 years long
Wise and sad the King and Queen summoned the seventh fairy to cast a spell of sleep sleep for servants to be with her always and awaken when she
Years passed passed and she slept deep deep and all therein the castle surrounding became a self enclosure allowing entry of none
A prince of brave approached as none to love, honor, treasure the fair princess who slept slept and keep her safe safe safe within arms of strong
Spirits of strange went before him and magically opened doors of shrubbery shrubbery until appeared a kingdowm of glowing beauty of pink mirage effect
Running up stairs two by three he entered a chamber of large with decorations of frills of pink and kissed an angel replete in sleep who opened eyes of slumber and started to dance in slippers of small glad to be awake awake and married to a man who loved loved her dear
By
Felicia McCaw
A kingdom of peace and wondrous wonders existed many years ago
Graced with a royal couple of gentle wise they ruled fair but still the hope of a child was uppermost in dreams of many
Finally a day of fortuitousness arrived and little one came to her to be her baby of sweet call
Hark Hark the herald sing for the sweet christening of the royal infant would soon be with a feast of greatness to follow
Invites invites went to all especially to the seven fairies of gifts of gifts to glow to be her true ladyship value all
Seven of seven fairies gave and received gifts to grace her sweet little angelic form to allow all ladyship qualities grow reveal
But one old fairy of evil deed and intent received no gift at all and cursed the fair princess to die
As the seventh fairy looked askance at her she gave the princess a gift of protection of sleep until a prince of noble kissed her to
awake and live a life of happy forever
As the cursed prophesy foretold the princess pricked her finger on a need of sharp and slept and slept slept slept for 100 years long
Wise and sad the King and Queen summoned the seventh fairy to cast a spell of sleep sleep for servants to be with her always and awaken when she
Years passed passed and she slept deep deep and all therein the castle surrounding became a self enclosure allowing entry of none
A prince of brave approached as none to love, honor, treasure the fair princess who slept slept and keep her safe safe safe within arms of strong
Spirits of strange went before him and magically opened doors of shrubbery shrubbery until appeared a kingdowm of glowing beauty of pink mirage effect
Running up stairs two by three he entered a chamber of large with decorations of frills of pink and kissed an angel replete in sleep who opened eyes of slumber and started to dance in slippers of small glad to be awake awake and married to a man who loved loved her dear
By
Felicia McCaw
Snow White and the Prince of Who Loved Her Dear
Atwinkle Atwinkle a star in the sky of azure saw a little wee lass who cried cried for a mom lost
Transforming herself she came and picked her up in arms of warm love and pressed a star of know in perfect forehead of small
As the years passed she grew grew with hair of silk black and skin of clear fresh ivory and eyes of green jade
Adventure Adventure she crave as she gradually watched for each chance to ride Astor on trails of trails thrilling to the hounds baying in wind
A day of changed occurred when a woman of beauty but selfish married her father and was mean mean to all around even the magic mirror was treated with disdain and sneer
Looking with a sigh of seeming awe he said thou art indeed the fairest of all I have told thee over and over but there is one more fairer than thou ever could be
Interest of alert to all she replied sharp as blade who is more fair than I with tone of whip as rage of hate flew through air as ricocheting blades as she plotted quick to destroy her before sun raised high agrew
Pleading with eyes of dove soft she begged for her life to spare and return not would she as the Huntman's heart softened as petals and allowed her to free on her own without assistance of none
Appeasing a woman of usual renowned beauty he brought heart of supposed maiden to a woman of cruel vain saying this is truth that I have slain her as thou command me quick hard
Running fast as her small feet could carry her she came across a cottage of tiny with furniture, dishes of tiny equal to an amount of seven and supped dainty from each plate of seven she ate and drank from each little cup until sleep began to lull her gently to sleep in the seventh bed
Marching Marching wearily they came seven dwarfs aready for food, rest until another day of same but became astartle to see a fair damsel asleep atight who consumed food of little
Awakening soft as the sun smiled hello she woke to see seven dwarfs watching her gently asking who she is replying soft as butterflies wings flutter soft as gossamer she said Snow White and told all
Beaming at her with eyes of sweet benevolence they offered her shelter in exchange for chores of light as days went by and still the time stalled not and being of cautious nature they told her to stay inside for safety and let none enter not for her evil stepmother may seek her wrong
Routine Routine the mirror grumbled selfishly I must again play the swain and relay that she is indeed the fairest of them all but alas it is not so it is not so
Veering back from the screech of pure evil expressed by the evil stepmother the mirror of faith and truth told her that Snow White stilled lived and was indeed the most fairest that has ever lived
Watching with hooded eyes the mirror smiled secret as she swept out with hell and evil trailing her step to kill Snow White with ribbons of fancy frills disguised as a peddler of wares and fripperies
Innocent and easily guiled she opened the door trustingly and allowed her to tie a ribbon in her hair too tight and she fell to the ground unmoving
Coming home at night the seven dwarfs came across Snow White aquiet astill as dead and cut the ribbon quick and she breathed again
Relating detail after detail of who came by they all exclaimed with discerning quickness that the person was her evil stepmother the queen in disguise who stated the wicked play
Cautioning her over over relating care for her safety the seven dwarfs left awork awork saying close door and open it for no one a strange to enter not
Once again the evil stepmother the queen quest for assertion of fairest beauty of all resulted in nay and naught which drove her amad a frenzy
She stirred a brew of brew of poison to deadly of all of apple a sweet kill of lethal witchery and in disguise she came as a peasant of apples and fruits to sell and tempt her innocence to taste it and bite of it the poison to kill and slay her dead as snow
Glee running wild the evil stepmother watched as snow white bite into the apple and died instant and on return she questioned the mirror again on the fairest of all in the land beyond she exalted high and low as being the fair of fair of all
Tears flowing from each dwarf’s eye they buried poor Snow White in coffin of glass of pure so all could see her beauty true
Years Years went by and changed none but stayed the same as many came to mourn her less of such a beauty of reflected refine, grace, loveliness and gentle kindness who looked as if she slept in peace, peace, peace
On a morning of bright cherished light a prince of unknown came to rest for his tiredness made him prevail on the kindness of the dwarfs for a place of to rest deep with a restorative rest and peace
After resting the visiting prince with none to stay or interrupt the dwarfs took him to see Snow White’s grave and upon sight became enamored with Snow White’s beauteous countenance and requested to care for and cherish her forever for he loved her dear as if she lived
Moved deep by his words of love the dwarfs relayed her care to him and proceeded to assist with her move with his servants unfortunately unnoticed and unseen a root caused a stumble that caused the coffin to slip and freed Snow White from the poisonous spell of sleep that appeared dead for the apple of deceit flew from her throat and life flowed free and fast and she breathed again and the fairest of all of all prevailed alive and free
Eyes of awe with fathoms of love flowed as they stared at each other and declared mutual love and wish to marry at the Prince’s castle of home
Once again the evil stepmother the queen went to the mirror of devoted servitude and asked who is the fairest of them all for the time after time of endless repetition the mirror told the truth of all that the fairest lived lived and was loved dear
Distraught rained misery misery over the evil stepmother the queen for again her evil pursuit was foiled foiled and her evil scheming was abreast of all who looked askance at the evil beauty of hate who would harm so harmless a one
The mirror knowing his life was over died within respite with the knowledge that all his deed of evils at least this one escaped the cruelty of all cruelty as he watched his mistress the evil stepmother the queen who he seemed to serve eternally was asked to put on red-hot iron slippers that were Snow White’s and died for the poison of herself
The Prince and Princes lived happily ever after for life blossomed sweet and bright as rainbows danced and flowers ran on her bed and kissed her fair cheeks when she slept light and deep.
The End
By
Felicia McCaw
Transforming herself she came and picked her up in arms of warm love and pressed a star of know in perfect forehead of small
As the years passed she grew grew with hair of silk black and skin of clear fresh ivory and eyes of green jade
Adventure Adventure she crave as she gradually watched for each chance to ride Astor on trails of trails thrilling to the hounds baying in wind
A day of changed occurred when a woman of beauty but selfish married her father and was mean mean to all around even the magic mirror was treated with disdain and sneer
Looking with a sigh of seeming awe he said thou art indeed the fairest of all I have told thee over and over but there is one more fairer than thou ever could be
Interest of alert to all she replied sharp as blade who is more fair than I with tone of whip as rage of hate flew through air as ricocheting blades as she plotted quick to destroy her before sun raised high agrew
Pleading with eyes of dove soft she begged for her life to spare and return not would she as the Huntman's heart softened as petals and allowed her to free on her own without assistance of none
Appeasing a woman of usual renowned beauty he brought heart of supposed maiden to a woman of cruel vain saying this is truth that I have slain her as thou command me quick hard
Running fast as her small feet could carry her she came across a cottage of tiny with furniture, dishes of tiny equal to an amount of seven and supped dainty from each plate of seven she ate and drank from each little cup until sleep began to lull her gently to sleep in the seventh bed
Marching Marching wearily they came seven dwarfs aready for food, rest until another day of same but became astartle to see a fair damsel asleep atight who consumed food of little
Awakening soft as the sun smiled hello she woke to see seven dwarfs watching her gently asking who she is replying soft as butterflies wings flutter soft as gossamer she said Snow White and told all
Beaming at her with eyes of sweet benevolence they offered her shelter in exchange for chores of light as days went by and still the time stalled not and being of cautious nature they told her to stay inside for safety and let none enter not for her evil stepmother may seek her wrong
Routine Routine the mirror grumbled selfishly I must again play the swain and relay that she is indeed the fairest of them all but alas it is not so it is not so
Veering back from the screech of pure evil expressed by the evil stepmother the mirror of faith and truth told her that Snow White stilled lived and was indeed the most fairest that has ever lived
Watching with hooded eyes the mirror smiled secret as she swept out with hell and evil trailing her step to kill Snow White with ribbons of fancy frills disguised as a peddler of wares and fripperies
Innocent and easily guiled she opened the door trustingly and allowed her to tie a ribbon in her hair too tight and she fell to the ground unmoving
Coming home at night the seven dwarfs came across Snow White aquiet astill as dead and cut the ribbon quick and she breathed again
Relating detail after detail of who came by they all exclaimed with discerning quickness that the person was her evil stepmother the queen in disguise who stated the wicked play
Cautioning her over over relating care for her safety the seven dwarfs left awork awork saying close door and open it for no one a strange to enter not
Once again the evil stepmother the queen quest for assertion of fairest beauty of all resulted in nay and naught which drove her amad a frenzy
She stirred a brew of brew of poison to deadly of all of apple a sweet kill of lethal witchery and in disguise she came as a peasant of apples and fruits to sell and tempt her innocence to taste it and bite of it the poison to kill and slay her dead as snow
Glee running wild the evil stepmother watched as snow white bite into the apple and died instant and on return she questioned the mirror again on the fairest of all in the land beyond she exalted high and low as being the fair of fair of all
Tears flowing from each dwarf’s eye they buried poor Snow White in coffin of glass of pure so all could see her beauty true
Years Years went by and changed none but stayed the same as many came to mourn her less of such a beauty of reflected refine, grace, loveliness and gentle kindness who looked as if she slept in peace, peace, peace
On a morning of bright cherished light a prince of unknown came to rest for his tiredness made him prevail on the kindness of the dwarfs for a place of to rest deep with a restorative rest and peace
After resting the visiting prince with none to stay or interrupt the dwarfs took him to see Snow White’s grave and upon sight became enamored with Snow White’s beauteous countenance and requested to care for and cherish her forever for he loved her dear as if she lived
Moved deep by his words of love the dwarfs relayed her care to him and proceeded to assist with her move with his servants unfortunately unnoticed and unseen a root caused a stumble that caused the coffin to slip and freed Snow White from the poisonous spell of sleep that appeared dead for the apple of deceit flew from her throat and life flowed free and fast and she breathed again and the fairest of all of all prevailed alive and free
Eyes of awe with fathoms of love flowed as they stared at each other and declared mutual love and wish to marry at the Prince’s castle of home
Once again the evil stepmother the queen went to the mirror of devoted servitude and asked who is the fairest of them all for the time after time of endless repetition the mirror told the truth of all that the fairest lived lived and was loved dear
Distraught rained misery misery over the evil stepmother the queen for again her evil pursuit was foiled foiled and her evil scheming was abreast of all who looked askance at the evil beauty of hate who would harm so harmless a one
The mirror knowing his life was over died within respite with the knowledge that all his deed of evils at least this one escaped the cruelty of all cruelty as he watched his mistress the evil stepmother the queen who he seemed to serve eternally was asked to put on red-hot iron slippers that were Snow White’s and died for the poison of herself
The Prince and Princes lived happily ever after for life blossomed sweet and bright as rainbows danced and flowers ran on her bed and kissed her fair cheeks when she slept light and deep.
The End
By
Felicia McCaw
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