LILY AND THE SNOW

Strutting in the cold white fluff.

Lily never knew the cold.

Life young and free was her little nose aglow.

What this stuff Ma said Lily? 

Its old Winter’s dandruff said Ma.

Around and around she danced niggle and smile.

It’s not blue, red, yellow or green as rainbow Jed.

White and pure as good secret rainbow said Lily.

Wow she cry and say my life will never be same.

By Felicia McCaw

HONEYWOOD THE MAIN MAN

A man of renown for his tricks were many
and his prowess knew no bounds.
Ladies here and there clamored for his touch.
Hot and slick was his way.
Shit talking and gambling was his game.
Never a day was his play lame.
Shake a leg here and everywhere was his pain.
Giggle and wiggle was his every man shame.
Loving free and sad was daylight when he left and came.
Legs wide and free said the frisky ladies was his claim to fame.
Passion and lust was everyday his and no one can tame.
Looking far and right wide and near where is this Honeywood now.

By Felicia McCaw

THE HUNT FOR JOSEFINA

Stars brights as flashing moons.
Wind shipping cold hard as whip clouds blocking obscuring
a full moon sight.
Feet flying as fast as a doves heart.
Hair braided cut tight and firm.
Sweat pouring from every pore as porcupine skin.
Rags flapping as a jersey light against a frame thin frail.
Air in lungs crashing against walls of stone.
Josefina Josefina called voices harsh cold whipped autocratic slashed
black night fast.
Feverish dazed screamed Josefina's soul rebelled faster faster she ran
bushes tearing grasping.
Duck duck evade snare aplenty abound wide far sear catch wary unwary.
Watch North star near gleamed freedom near closer harder catch.
Lord help me cry captured heart hurt pain sear all body.
Bend refresh soul aplenty catch wind began pace faster still.
Josefina teeth flashed white as sin biting hungrily berries bitter sweet.
Wolfish bites finish meal of King repast force adrenalin flash hot sweet.
Lord help me cry the captured heart not far now twinkling eye.
Baying hounds losing scent miles distance far.
Red pepper sprinkle wide far miles between old mammy say.
Train North West of Bayou two one sad face say.
Josefina cried tears cold warm hot feet mindless fearless pounded faster faster.
Never coming back never coming back ran thoughts alive fresh cold sweet hard alive.
Blood mixed of descendants of Kings unknown free enslaved yet proud dear.
Never bend never bend who she think she be flashed whip slash slash slash.
Me - Josefina cried heart strong proud erect wiry flexible not destroy will cry she not.
Read and cipher learn she secret know more than they leave leave before found knowledged shown.
Lie lie she see her mouth restrain her not enough receive slash slash slash.
Pain running down back she ran deep further further blue black night embrace.
Freedom freedom North North live free free whip not for knowledge known.
Crook in river halfway there blind man say.
Crouching hands knee grass wet cold she rested sides heaving harshly.
Lifetime seconds minutes centuries slid flash quickly slowly flip past.
Crack crack noises close close hear ears keen with thoughts.
Leaping lunging forward feet flashing blinding past scenery blur blur blur.
Dodging zigzag zigzag pepper sprinkle sprinkle back track river bright flash the thoughts wide free.
Rags decoy decoy leave opposite direction swift place were there wind upwind go downwind swifter.
Halfway past gone freedom feet wings of pan leaping flashing like windmill gone wild.
Silhouette large culbersome boxes wheels attached one winding snail lumber slowly past.
Door opened last one to end jumping fast leap astound mind space Josefina landed tucked round.
Closing door burying deep corner fast she ventured closer closer to North paradise land soon.

By Felicia McCaw

KOUTA MAMA

Kouta Mama
(A rendition between myself and my niece Imani.)

My name is unique.
Big mama named me.
I am little Imani with eyes big and wide.
I see a little cat who is furry, quiet, humble and has black and white eyes.
She has a black nose and is really smart and sensitive.
She has few friends but God loves her true.
Such a sad life she has but she is always good and kind.
Gods says he will keep her close because she is so plain.
He says he loves her better than all the prettier cats because she
does everything he tells her to do.
Humble is her lot and love expressed so sweetly that she makes
Licia think that she is just like Kouta Mama and appreciates her lot in life
even more. I am still learning and feel young and old at the same time.
I am little Imani who is just a little girl looking with eyes big and wide at this big world.

By Felicia McCaw and Imani McCaw

BLACK RAVEN

Black Raven
(A rendition between myself and my niece Imani.)

Eyes of wonder look at the sky and sigh
Imani said “Hello”. What’s your name pretty black bird?
My name is Stefan the Black Raven cry back.
Stefan she said and rolled the name on her tongue. S t e f a n.
What kind of name is that for a bird? cried Imani
Stefan said “who cares – that’s my name! Nah.”
Imani said – ok – since you are so sensitive I won’t ask you again. Nah.”
Stefan strutted and purred … hmm ..good..goody..goody.
Imani said “you are so smart and flip.”
Stefan said “I know mom always tell me that all the time. Hee hee.”
Imani said “Would you tell me why you are so black?”
Stefan said “ I am just blessed to be so.”
Imani said “You are so funny – I like you.”
Stefan said “You ain’t bad yourself.”

By Felicia McCaw and Imani McCaw

THE BRUTAL TRUTH

Simplistic values carried too far.
Mad sins flying through sky a twist a more.
Life good values clear and not.
Children raised I fear not.
Adults clean and pristine example may not or may.
Lies to self and others they spread around.
Never fear the truth is known sad day for a crieth fool.
Watch a dog chase his tail and guess the clue.
Remember brutal truth can't won't be accepted.
A fool is near and will sear the mindless fool with rippling stupidity.
Click clack goes the attacker I ain't scared.
Po Po can sin and be a pussy cat and lay aside.
Blackey say great thats your spoke to turn.
Money people spite malice drives crazy poor people mad with greed.
Rockafellar ain't mirrored just the poverty stricken sods that dance a tune.
Ripple rock this men ain't what I cal kosher.
Sad a day when race reflects barbaric traits cave and bone.
Accused of many by the few and proud that all be told but is it true?
That they sin not and lie not all but elaborate to make a few dollars more off misery and suck.
Invited to a picnic of intrigue but ran away by black savages aglee with turning the spit and knife in poor mindless fool back now front.
If a brain lay in spider web please provide because a lie is a lie and a jester is one for all represented by the ignorant ones that surf the hall.
See I quote "I told you so" mindless fool hates us all for starting the shit but
who cares color of skin protest the mob.
Tinkle tinkle goes a clue life is strange and so are you.
Suffer for the masses thats what you do and remember you came here aslavin.
Not the princess or queen you say you be.
Quote "She thinks she's all that" great brainwork I've always thought can't do without this cherish thought.
My mind likes twisted warped perceptions and say "wow".
Keep tune for the sparkling additions of pieces left out and fill in the blanks with your thoughts.
Great to catch a fool anapping like you.
Keep the riddler riddle alive.

By Felicia McCaw

BAD NEWS PAUL

Ladies atingle when he jingle.
Lust fly from head to toe.
Sobs flying from eyes moisten wet.
Lover man aplenty he always in demand.
Trade in and reject the man can't depend.
Eyes aroving up and down a fair and pretty form.
Paul the lad is always on the prowl.
Screeches loud of pain, pleasure twirl a whirlwind capture.
Fairest to plain he visit them all.
Fine and stately his bearing be no lass safe from his allure.
Mothers eyes cold with meaness roll his way.
Paul strutted through streets of bustling commerce uncaring
of the ire directed his ways.
Friends left him by himself no need for competition they say.
Approached one day know you the hearts broken today.
Paul replied I give all the pleasure they crave.
Too bad all the women cried you damn cad we love you fast
and deep have to be brave.
Bad News Paul heard the news and said so long love you too
but I won't be had.

By Felicia McCaw