A Ring of Circle Comes She Back

Inspired by What Eric Knew by James Howe

A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear

Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three

What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady

Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902

On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below

Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll

As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke

Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell

Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one

Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive

Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery

Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue

A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek

Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for

A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring

By

Felicia McCaw

Class Assignment - A POEM TO BE CREATED FROM BOOK

Class Assignment - The purpose of this assignment is to take whatever subject matter is provided and use it as a base. Goal and option is to take a book and use it as base and do a poem of creativity from what you have read.

As established the base is written subject matter in either text book format, prose, book, poems or whatever is given and you are to use this material as living interactive transference of ideas generated from your base to form a new thought in a compiled report,a poem or prose format or any report that you are working on. As you read relax and let the ideas flow to compile a poem that is reflective of your interpretation of what you have read. Further your ideal finished product does not have to be a duplication but a dance upon words, ideas to follow but not follow and produce something different.

Generating ideas from one point to another is called brainstorming and your finished project falls under this category.

A Ring of Circle Comes She Back

Inspired by What Eric Knew by James Howe

A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear

Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three

What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady

Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902

On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below

Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll

As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke

Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell

Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one

Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive

Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery

Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue

A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek

Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for

A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring

By

Felicia McCaw

The Kid called Billy and Sue the Charmer (Adult Erotica)

Tipping his hat to every frilly skirted lady that crossed his path of reckless he went

White teeth clenched his high priced cigarillo tight as his eyes came into contact with mean looks of menace

Eyebrow arched questioned their issue and presumption that he would not deal as his long finger stroked his Colt 45 with content

Seeing a movement of peace and retreat move swift across faces of two Billy continued walking with light fluid steps

Crooked as the smile in his eyes Billy watched with sardonic amusement for he knew he could help them somewhere to a place of nowhere

Looking and coasting through the town his mood lightened swift as his eyes found and lingered with caressing sighs as Sue lifted her umbrella high with slim hands and blew a kiss of undue familiarity in his direction

Feet almost flying Billy moved swift in her direction until his breath of sweet kissed her forehead of smooth slope as his eyes hungered for kisses of sweet delight

Hooking her arm in his Billy swept her away with honey sweetness towards the hotel of secrecy and backed step by step upward with her hand in his as he kissed her wrist of tender until she blushed blushed and lured her with steady unrelenting intent to his room of seclusion

Closing the door with a masterful thump he leaned upon it as his eyes traveled with alluring heat as he undressed her with tenderness of a man of starvation kissing each inch of her fevered flesh until her legs became weak and she leaned into him for more more more

Hooking her arms around his neck he pushed his pants down until freed his soldier of mastery stood straight as her hands traveled everywhere until they reached the destination he wanted and stroked him as he growled deep within and grabbed her and impaled her sharply with a wolfish smile of delight plunging deeper and deeper repeatedly until she began to scream deep in the back of her throat to stop not but continue as her mind left her and she moaned for more more more

Eyes of experience watched her with speculation as she looked at him with eyes of cloud as he helped her channel forward forward until her level of pleasure escalated upward screaming his name under his mouth of plundering sweet

Turning her back to him he plunged into her like a stallion in flush of heat mounting her with unrelenting strokes until she covered her mouth to suppress her shrieks of wild mounting pleasure as she flowed towards her peak of uncontrollable pain and pleasure melted into one

Feeling her clench and surge he came until explosive waves of throes and music thundered in his heart and mind as he clasped her close as time whispered time and he whispered his his his always

By

Felicia McCaw

The Ugly

Unthinkable is the thought of hypocrisy that revealed

Ultra violet light ran flashing clear until it became a veil of translucence

Clearly it thought the ugly could become a searing thought that could be revoked and stoked to nothing

Compelling was it to all that mindless bowed acquiesce proceeded on the merry changeable parade of destruction

Still it demanded commanded more as the march began to succeed it laughed high with cruelty of ages of developed aeon of inner cheer

Progressively passive it still left none to chance for it grew grew until pain escalated clear to all for passive was what but a game of chance

The ugly slithered here there making sure all knew them for deception is the play of a hand that duped the world until it cried tears of sad knowledge that age gathered wool and felt conceit of sure duplicity for a fool was not sleeping but was outnumbered

Click click it mattered not for it gathered more more more until weary because the strategic play instead of secrecy and decrepit became the idol of worship that forgot youth and future

It mattered not because time equaled brevity that failed to understand that tolerance was mingled with pity and compassion of fully done for the ugly persist for dominance and pretension to one to one when revealed to many

By

Felicia McCaw

Booker T. Washington - A School of Thought and Dreams

Inspired by With Books and Bricks, How Booker T. Washington Built a School, Written by Suzanne Slade.

Once a day Booker T. Washington toiled long hard in the sun of hot fierce working working for free he was not

Heart athrist for something for something he knew not but it cried it cried for learning learning it echoed through chambers wide far wide far as it passed through homeless channels of athrist

A bundle of light he delivered for a book it was called with lives of symphony of thoughts that signified its pleasure pleasure for it carried its own song for sparrow

Eyes agleamed Booker looked at the words transferred magic magic to his mind for thought swirled swirled before him and they spoke spoke to him of all

Forbidden forbidden was its answer and he cried cried why why why they learn they learn I have something to know to know and give and give and give as his face glowed light of inner

Civil War of States ended the hierarchy of dominance and cascaded lights of freedom freedom chime chime and for Booker at the age of nine begin to read read for his Father God taught him and he thirsted thirsted for more more more

Booker working deep in coal mines of pitch black heard it clear clear a school for black students in Virginia and his mind and heart collided rejoice rejoice for here was deliverance deliverance

Working steadily his pick slashed repeatedly at black gold with thoughts of money gold with thoughts of money for books, train ticket and school humming as it carved its way home home with dreams of school

A man of young Booker walked and begged transportation until he reached Virginia to be schooled to be schooled to teach black students his dream of learning learning

Alabama called its own sweet siren song to Booker to teach and he came he came as sweet as hummingbird with his books and smiles and dreams of enlightenment and learning

Arriving Booker searched looking for a school finding naught but a shed with no windows but holes in roof and it became the school of start

First day of school showed it all the desire to learn spanned far and wide as they squeezed in and held umbrella of share to keep dry as the lessons poured forth one by one as if in a measured beat

Brick by brick it rose trailing fingers of joy and laughter the school grew with thoughts of deeds, principles, points, nuances, play and at the cost a watch of precious

A door of welcome glimmered far and wide to allow and encourage all to enter and learn as they came the more brick bricks giggled with joy and stood united in walls of unique to teach teach for an effort was made for all to evolve and spiral to stars

As stars twinkled down and blessed each for a process began with an unequivocal thought aspires to sublime surreal pleasure of truth and the educated sect

By

Felicia McCaw