The Mermaid of San Antonio Sea

Inspired by The Mermaid and The Merman written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Lost in repose she sat on stone rush of ocean clear singing songs of rival destruction
Fair of feathers rival sun of moon even the sky glimmered and sang of beauty too fair
Hair of silk fine coarse reflected lights of shimmer through beams of lights rainbow received strokes of many turns and go
Leaping and jumping through waves of thump thump she propelled in air of crystal purple blue with windfalls of color true
Flicking tail of silky fins she waved it friendly at Merman bold of heavy crown of gold
Putting shell of conch to mouth of petal soft she blew the call of siren’s song to all ships of pass
Elation circling the air of thick swarmy heat climbing the levels of high to reveal the thought they come they come closer closer to doom doom doom
For a mermaid seen is a sailor’s lost soul for her claim claim claim to gold gold gold all she bring to misfortune’s song

By
Felicia McCaw

Jack Frost the Frosty Creator

Inspired by Jack Frost written by Cecily Pike located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

A tingle a wingle the breeze of cold tickled the nose and face
Out and about Jack Frost clicked his heels and wondered frosty free
Capriciously looking at fingers toes he wants them all cold nipped severed he will quick
Flipping aside Cape of Ice he slithers around all through the night
Singing Song of Gay he says he is a little sprite who delivers a special treat performing a job of no knowledge no one knows
Embracing tree after tree he climbs them all nimble swift he decorates them ice powder of silver all gleamers through the night
Window panes of unique creation reflect patterns of etching designs that Picasso envy he makes through night of strokes of genius while sleep chase us through
Leaping jumping prancing across grass of green he merrily clicks it to white of pristine intricate design laughing with wit of appreciation he charges on charger to home home home of glad of fun had in the night

The End

By Felicia McCaw

The House that Napped Napped Napped and Slept Slept and Slept

Inspired by The Napping House by Audrey Wood and
Illustrated by Don Wood

A House of Sleep that said we all be a nap a nap a nap

Inside this House of Sleep is a Bed of Cozy where all be a nap a nap a nap

On this Bed of Cozy is a Granny of Snore where all be a nap a nap a nap

Sleeping on this Granny of Snore is a Child of Dreams on a Bed of Cozy where all be a nap a nap a nap

Washed away in sleep is a Dog of Doze sleeping on a Child of Dreams on a Granny of Snore on a Bed of Cozy where all be a nap a nap a nap

Flowing on waves of sleep is a Cat of Snooze sleeping and washed away in sleep is a Dog of Doze sleeping on a Child of Dreams on a Granny of Snore on a Bed of Cozy where all be a nap a nap a nap

Twinkling eyes of night lured and intrigued a Mouse of Slumber on a Cat of Snooze sleeping and washed away in sleep is a Dog of Doze sleeping on a Child of Dreams on a Granny of Snore on a Bed of Cozy where all be a nap a nap a nap

Wakeful fretful is a troublesome flea incredible it be on a Mouse of Slumber on a Cat of Snooze on a Dog of Doze on a Child of Dreams on a Granny of Snore on a Cozy Bed where all be a nap a nap a nap

Contrarily arousing a wakeful fretful troublesome flea who nibbles bites and wakes the Mouse of Slumber and startles the Cat of Snooze who claws the Dog of Doze and falls and wakens the Child of Dreams who nudges awake the Granny of Snore who breaks down the bed in wild series of play in a House of Awake where no one is a nap a nap a nap anymore

The End
By Felicia McCaw

(In special tribute to the author of this book I thought it was the most cleverly written book that has little but a lot within with excellent drawing. I always wished I could draw and have a fellow conspirator who could help me write and compose, etc. You are very lucky to have this person. Felicia)

FELICIA'S BOOK - BEGINNING PHRASE

FAIRY TALES OF SEDUCTION, LUST AND LOVE BY FELICIA MCCAW

This book has been a work in the making and a joy to compile while taking my trips to the Casino with Dream Travel Solutions. During my times of not winning I whiled away the time with pen and paper and wrote away and traveled and enjoyed my own imagination as well as lurid and creative talent of fantasy and fantastic scenes of love and lust to thrill the soul, mind and body.

This book is dedicated to my parents Major W. and Mary A. Barnett, Lucille and Charles Miller (my Grandmother and Grandfather and dearest mentors), Daisy Jackson (my Aunt and second mother), Claude W. Thomas (Uncle), Robert Earl McCaw, Sr. (Stepfather) and Robert Earl McCaw Jr. (Brother), Valencia L. McCaw (Sister), Chester and Valerie L. McCaw (Brother and Sister-in-Law), Nicol McCaw (Niece) and her children Shomari McCaw (Great nephew), Imani McCaw (Great niece), Isaiah McCaw (Great nephew), Brenda J. McCaw (Sister), Jeanette McCaw-Mitchell (Sister), Wilma D. and Wilhemina McCaw (Twin Sisters and babies of the family), Willie and Patricia Jackson (Uncle and Aunt), Beatrice Hamilton (Aunt) and Nute Scott an older gentleman and friend of my mother and father that we knew forever who taught me a lot on how to survive and the trade of the flea market and my family physician I have known for an extensive time Dr. Chidozie Ononuju and consulting doctor Dr. Peter Smith and my supervisors Dr. Bobby Ann Robinson and Dr. Lee Martin; Dr. William John Pittas

Also, I cannot leave out the owner of Dream Travel Solutions - Orlandis Ellison, Sr. (Friend), Orlandis Ellison Jr. (Friend), Paul McCallum (Friend) and lost love of my youth and heart Charles W. Casey who passed away at a young age and his parents (Thomas W. and Tissurene Casey) and family and all my teachers I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for encouraging me. I received an uncommon education blessed in itself a blessing from public schools of Morley Elementary School, Central Junior High School and Saginaw High School that gave me my base and love of reading and going to school and I continued on to Saginaw Valley State University, Delta College all located in Saginaw County and Strayer University of Washington, D.C. which allowed the continuance of my desire to dream dreams of making a difference one day.

Further, I thank all the inspiring people I have met and interacted with during my times of work, travel, playtime and have had the privilege to speak to and learn of other’s culture, pride, morality and dignity they are entitled to and know that an education is the only true way to fulfill the soul to cherish all that makes a person who he or she is. I will always love these people and encourage them and others to dream big small big and make it despite the odds against you…keep trying anyway God’s is still in everybody’s plan.

Special Acknowledgment to teachers of who assisted me: Mrs. Annette Craig at Morley Elementary where I was a student teacher's aide there, Mrs. Gloria Ludbom, Mrs. Rosa Winchester, Mr. John Pratt, Coach Marshall Thomas, Mr. Robert Frost, Mr. John Schumacher, Mrs. Eva Ivananko, Mrs. Ola Peace, Mrs. Helen McArn, Dr. Jones at SVSU, Dr. Lee Martin and Wife, Dr. Kevin B. Robinson, Attorney Leek, Ms. Joann McArn

Further my thanks to West Point and Brown University who inspired me to upgrade my thinking and learning to compensate for what I needed to get in school and make it. I wanted to go there bad but I was not ready educationally or mature enough at that time ... I believe I can make it now. I have a few little thoughts of my own on education that I will reveal to the world soon.

---------------------BEGINNING PHRASE OF MY BOOK

Hello, my Name is Felicia McCaw and I am a continuing student who is studying to be a writer and learn what life has to offer and watch and observe people in everyday settings.  My field of studies includes the phenomenal field of psychology, special education and any field that interest me.  What is life without an education?  I cannot possibly fathom that I could exist without knowledge to provide substance as in bread and meat to a starving man.  But with an education the pen is mightier than a sword drawn, quartered and used and allows a person to be free of constricts as well as allow creative genius.  Art, music as well as upper level thought cannot be forced into confines it has to be left free and allowed to live.  This is the epitome of myself and please allow this as an introduction to myself.

Thank you.

Felicia

PETER AND HIS SPEAR

Days of wonder prevailed by none of sight and seen
Peter Peter being of sweet sexuality sensuality looked neither right or left
Strutting with strides emphasizing muscular detail flexing biceps he flowed
Grinning with teeth of brillant white he spied three females of luminating glow
Hair skin form of proportioned incredible sweet his eyes wondered inch by inch of sweet leisure
Hooking muscular arm around slim form of feminine luscious warmth he kised all with erotic flicks of tongue over lips of petal
Peter throwing his leonine head back laughed uproariously deeply in throat of strong
Stroking curls with square hands of strength he preened before eyes of admiration full
Loudly professing his eternal love he stroked figures of full with hands of hungry heat
Exuding savoir-faire he kissed palms of three before grasping the hair of one in tight command saying we play we play the games of lust and thrust
Disappearing behind curtain of beaded delight he ripped as wolf the clothes from fervish form of heat
Clinging tights as if the wind had her mind she gasped his name over over as tremble rocked her soul as he suckled with thrist of many
Lips coasting down flesh of sweet dew he coaxed response of organistic earthquake as he thrust upward impaling her on shaft of sugar hunger
Peter covered he fully and begin the rhymic rock of to and fro until she whimpered deep saying please please please
Smiling with satisfaction he held her close chasing quake after quake of inner trembling sweet fire as it consumed him whole
Curling her close he sighed with contentment and ordered next By Felicia McCaw

FELICIA'S DAYS OF INVESTIGATIONS REVEALS THIS AMAZING QUIRK IN HUMAN NATURE

Newsflash Newsflash read all about it! Read all about it! Well today's investigations in the attack of mass people against Felicia McCaw reveals in today's sojourn that people of the most astute has revealed astounding results. Imagine a city filled with such jealousy, hate, reverse discrimination, discrimination, bigotry, viciousness has revealed that the whole City of Saginaw has its panties in a knot filled with hate for her...what did this person do to all these people in this quaint not "colloquial" place of former manufacturing plants, blue collar and dirt. Main mission is to steal her reputation, good name, debase her proper speaking ass, kill and destroy and make her totally unable to function in society because they think they are better than everybody else and let us say that the mental deficit are at large and we all want to get in line and let them progress this country further and produce all these wonderful facilities that would involve the hideous chore of actually going to a job and working for a living instead of being a f. parasite on everybody else and saying foul things about this one and that one because we suck as a human being and is nothing but an overfilled balloon full of shit and hot useless dumb m.f. air with no brains to compose anything but a turd to put in a toilet.

Feminine Odor is the insult from the pair of pants that we have skittling around trying to say they are a man and that my course work is the thoughts of a quote on quote a "man". Imagine that these parrots are never going to earn a cracker for the thoughts of highness that are making this country great...great balls of fire...I am overwhelmed being such a pea brain and all that I cannot possibly be content with a stupid piece of shit that will not leave someone alone in peace because they have a supposed piece of a. that has no stank in their own tail etc....read all about this...they will lie and say they never said such shit in their life. Being deliberately goaded is their key...and to lie to the end...is their goal and guess what we all admire them for their deceitful ways and I love to play these games because I don't have to worry about the obnoxious actions of people who ways of rudeness is ingrained as a characteristic trait. Imagine that the next insult is that a n. just does not bathe anyway and that is why all these wonderful insults and assertions are being bandied about by brainless people of wits that even a pea can out distance. GUESS WHAT TO SAVE THEIR OWN S. ASS THEY SAID ONLY ONE PERSON STANK AND ONLY ONE PERSON DOES NOT BATH...IS THIS THE WHOLE WORLD OR DID SOME EINSTEIN TAKE A SURVEY AND CHECK EACH DICK AND BITCH? FURTHER THE ONLY THING THAT FOULS THE AIR IS ON MY SITE A LITTLE EARLIER BUT YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME DISCERNING INTELLIGENCE TO READ THROUGH IT ENTIRELY TO FIND IT. I HOPE YOU MAKE IT. NO m.f. woman is so foul that the air is tainted unless there is a serious medical problem and I have yet to find her...if I do I will let her know to seek medical attention immediately. CLUE. EVERY SO-CALLED B. HAS ENOUGH SENSE TO THINK FOR HER M.F. SELF AND DOES NOT NEED YOUR PITIFUL POORLY EQUIPPED MATICULATED BRAIN TO WORK FOR HER AS WELL AS LABOR FOR YOURSELF. I KNOW SOME OF THE B.s that are harassing me...flat stanky s.o.b. I LOVE YOU M.F. I AM FAMOUS AS HELL AND YOU HELPED ME GET THERE. HA! HA! HA! HA! DIRTY STANKING B.!!!!!! I LOST MY BABIES DUE TO THIS SHIT...YOU NO-GOOD B. I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL. I WILL MAKE IT ANYWAY...I HOPE YOUR ASS GET JUST WHAT YOUR FOUL M.F. WORKED FOR....TALK ABOUT YOUR OWN BITCH BETWEEN HER LEGS OBVIOUSLY NOT CLEAN SINCE YOU ARE THERE. BEING CALLED AN APE BECAUSE OF YOU IS NOT A JOKE OBVIOUSLY YOU DESERVE THE TITLE YOU ADHD M.F.

In our fair City of Saginaw is illegal meetings of clandestine nature hell bent on destroying everyone black especially myself being accused of plagiarism....great gracious I don't know what I would do without the help of such sad specimens that make a person say yuck...and m.f. it anyway...because they repel the eye and thoughts of anything anyway. Keep your ugly self to your self...unattractive ugliness inside does not make the heart fonder for a facade of what handsomeness does and that everyone just does not appreciate. Any black person who sees themselves as not a N. with any intelligence is under severe scrutiny, resentment and hate is not safe. I have heard it threw at myself...she knows too much...she reads too much...she is supposedly prejudice against all when she is merely repeating a comment she heard...and saying to herself imagine that...working with them and being called every s. bitch they can think of with sour ass and f. cunt. I don't know what the world is coming to...I just won't deal with these kind of people who are shall we say their own cheerleader squad...no one is shaking a pom pom for your ass...I am ashamed of my own family except a few who are trying to better their life and are being presently rehabed by myself if I have to knock it into them to make them to leave this trash alone because low bred shit is a loser anyway it goes and will always be a loser f.kr. anyway.

If a woman won't give up the cunt...she is attacked and everyone is told that she smells like any obnoxious scent in the world that a man can't and won't tolerate because he would rather be dead than smell her motherfucking stank filled tail. She cannot fight because they are ganging up on her and are the ruling class who says their word is absolute and law and uses their own band of useless illiterate flunkies to execute a self destructed plan to destroy her and any competitive talent she has that is housed within her ...be the brainless b. we want you to be and shut the f. up is the attitude that I see in today's world and mine too I am tired of being pulled in to help defuse this shit. Leading the foray is our most illustrious city of people that feels that their touted position in society gives them the power needed to be used to suppress one disabled woman because their wits are slow as hell and can't keep up.

Now she is supposedly seething with prejudice when obviously anyone with deductive thoughts understands that this site is not for individual people to try to take over and confiscate because Felicia's has a big mouth that she is desperately trying to keep close...these contents are mine and not for male dominance and she feels no brains means no output. Which means buzz off with this s. and insults ... she is tired of these lazy dumb people following her and attacking her with slander, slurs and insults and the rudest shit of all time is being uttered out of these so-called elevated sweet smelling females mouths. I have no problems with a.holes or suck ups to make sure they don't get treated in the same shitty fashion but I have to say this crap is old....as a dried up piece of unwanted...etc. I am glad to say we have some true turncoats who finally learned a few words to insult someone way out of their league.

Future updates coming up soon as I learn more.

By Felicia McCaw

JANE EYRE

A POETIC TRIBUTE TO AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A VALIANT YOUNG WOMAN OF UNREKNOWN FEATURES WHO FOUND LOVE IN THE MOST UNEXPECTED PLACE.
(Author - Charlotte Bronte)
Jane of quiet, timid unremarkable countenance forthright questioning all left in care of stepmother of bias due to unpardonable favor towards children of more singularly attractiveness contend with numerous quests for solitude she eluded the company of ill-behaved boors of sibling clash she hideth in places sought far
Bullied tormented by an apparition of sad remark he struck her continually with abuse of none correct
Plaqued as if questing her stepbrother demanded what book readeth you as if you deserve the privilege wrenching from her grasp striking her fiercely with blow of harsh to incite an injury cut of deep bled
Defending herself with fierce revolt she resisted the lies of foul assault of character trampled many
Despairingly referred to over over she heard recriminations she should be good good otherwise death follows a swift flight unstoppable
Being continuously chatised beaten she received the cruelest thrust to tender heart exile
Enrolled at impoverish school for orphans of female she survived the direst of charity, cruel harshness of too severe punish and lack of nourish day after day time excelled rolled by as miserable as a prison term of life
Fantasy Fantasy went by of escape escape a life of tenous tideous boring frustration endless endless days of rigid control control to kill the soul
Letter of light receive the heart pound pound with expectation expectation of adventure adventure of of new life to start before
A Lord A Lord to be my employer for position of nanny of angel sweet today today is the day of freedom air cold crisp fog heavy with volume of sound couch swaying bucking to its own beat it flew miles miles casting by as the sound of free
Dusk to Dawn Dusk to Dawn time portrayed all the sin of none but clear arrival of castle cast in outlines of lines etched in sky of dark
Door opening free of noise soundless as whispers large greeted she by servants all sleeping as no sound exist Jane slept within feathers of comfort bedding of no small cost
Waking to small noises within room of sleep she met little mademoiselle of charge she be asking with voice of soft shy she enquired name of moppet with curls of large soft black as she stroked light as tender
Adele is my name I am from France dancing singing is my life teach teach me all to please my papa of dearest to my heart
Meeting Lord Rochester with eyes of huge stars of wonder she gazed gazed in love of fast with heart flying
as birds sing
Days went into weeks of busy bliss teaching being courted loved Jane walked on air of roses cushioned surrounded by Lord Rochester's love
Night of storm crashed thundered hard the wind flew as if alive with fists hard banging as the very banshee from hell was roaming moors of cruel cold
Lightening flashing flashing with play of Pan in sky of black azure outlining the horrorific screams that carried the night as thunder crashed echoing echoing each eerie eerie scream that waked the dead to run hide play
Madame Madame stop stop screeched the servants servants watching her running wild with hair atangle atangle she raced through halls of dark screaming screaming until caught holstered restrained
Jane crying with tears of large fear gasped with hand atop heart of uneven beats staggering under truth of knowledge packing valise of small to leave escape until no thought remained in head of whirl
Misery Misery carved both faces of fate cruel stroke of cards playing false against love set against fate life fortune it boded sad the channels of time
Fire Fire Fire they cried the house the house Madame has set the house atorch with hell's teeth biting ferociously hard fiercely deadly the blows
Servants Servants running here there they cried save her save her Lord Rochester's feet flying fast as hell's light ran up burning stairs
Beams of burning fell crushing him as he screamed help help help water of buckets of many crashed against him storming him as the flame cooled dried spiralled freely breathing sigh sigh
Crying Jane's name he rolled writhed in pain for days days melting into weeks as his love traveled the air time to reach her
Waking in night of dark depression Jane awoke with heart pounding putting hands over ears that heard her name called over over Jane Jane Jane Jane
Screaming Lord Rochester's name Jane ran ran into the night gasping with cold sweat running down back with goose pimples rippling her skin
Packing clothes rapidly Jane called for coach coach rushing rushing to her love Lord Rochester assist
Reaching castle Jane leaped free with flying feet calling his name name until she curled arms of love around form of strong hurt whispering I love I love
By Felicia McCaw