In Plain Sight

Shadows formed a discernible plot visible to all of relevance and credence care not all involved in disregard

Goal of obscure surely a jest that see all know the game is foretold prior to notice quit

Focusing high low the riddle becomes a mockery to hide the act of secret

Consuming all the plot must be discovered to live again again before repast set in

Keeping the guise alive is the troops again the fight began anew anew is the moral aflew

Chivalry is nothing when a coin passes hand hand to buy honor honor forsake all they say not I not I worthy of the few proud brave

Cowardice sold the out and anew cannot bring back the reveal of treachery done while unconscious but still an act of bravery

Pathetic Pathetic strums the loom for our backbone has gone and left us not with none but jelly and panty

A lark A lark all the world see a vulnerable spot of true conscious not but a seeker sees a folly that will burst a bubble of conceit naiveté

Screaming loud loud is the mindless fool that snoops afall blame me not blame me not for the fault lays with malice in soft form be

Removed duty she say great relief relief tired tired of all know the course course to secure the place

Indeed in plain sight is the greatest challenge to foil if given a swift reprimand of check by those of wit more than she

By

Felicia McCaw

The Goose and the Gander

Inspired by The Table and The Chair written by Edward Lear located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Gabbling Chattering they ran free from spot to spot talking pom poms

I love the heat of the day lets splash splash in water of cooling sprite

My web feet is my lament why why are our feet so funny from others quack quack

Gossiping about the tree and shoe they walked two by two mile by mile filling the air with talk of blue

Looking at them with eyes of critic was the tree and shoe saying who you be to launder prance with tales of lies slanderous talk you know nothing about

Flipping beaks high as stars in the air they continued getting worser crueler with knife of cuts in backs of all laughing wait till they find out

Goose said what a lark it has been fun to rival all talk we heard in the neighboring town to sad

Gander you know I love this game of playing spider catch the fool unaware and bray bray bray at the talk exploding with any tale of unremarkable cad who say he know he know he know and has a pea for a brain ha ha ha ha

One day the Goose and Gander was up to their same game of spite knife cut the happy from faces of content and woe it was them who was the prey quarry and not anyone else sad is it not how fate returned the fall

The End

By Felicia McCaw

The Homeless Man

A man of no home he reflect to world all sea his sad lot in life

Troubled deep his life show him with bag of worth he tote he tote

Trusting none his mein walk posture look to all

Observations Observations of world interest us all of life deeds of learned

Adventures Adventures he has all the time of places, times, rendezvous
of tryst of civil and not

Survival Survival is the key for him to beat the clock of time disaster click
to no one know

The End
By Felicia McCaw

A Rat in the Day or Night

Inspired by He was a Rat written by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

A rat of renown he made his plot known boasting abridge he did on pedestal platform it matter not for power was his temporarily game

Series of chats he kept us all abreast of news of devious underhand shows he betows us

Lover and husband he was to witch a bitch she was but still a rat

Living luxuriously they did still satisfied they were not with lot in life of power prestige currying favor is game

Both were coin of each side flip flip flip all the same as pea as pods they reflect the rude cruel

Each wanted cheese of not theirs no limits too foul they restrict themselves not

Twisting Twisting each opportune moment like a screw of fine till the days go long

Plans of corrupt achieve they both purr purr yours is finer the plot fulfilled

Invisible the tail exist it does but world remark I see it not on accord it flicks flicks tricks us all irregardless of sight beknown

Plotting another plot of cheese of others wanted fast forward they schemed schemed until the day reflect a folly’s twist became the end of both them all

The End

By Felicia McCaw

The Three Wisemen Search for Son of God True

Inspired by The Three Kings by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

On a moon rising full and wide was a star of bright of shine that revealed heavens to stars of all wide universe three Appearing of here traveled from far near of the directions of East West by night sleeping in day and travel by night sight

Prophecy Prophecy called called all world wide of a son of King that cometh to save the world people dear to dire for their sins of deep within

Carrying gift of three caskets of gold with keys of golden they bring bestowing tribute praise thanksgiving of prophecy true

Wearing robes of fine heavy silk of crimson color with bells, pomegranates, furbelows and turbans of rich they traveled West West night by night through terrain of many changes hilly smooth

Greeting all civilly they asked of the child that is Son of God King of the Jews they inquire in vain they asked over over over replied those of asked no king exist but King Herod the Great prevail all above below

Hearing this news of someone greater than himself King Herod grieved mightly long summoning the Wisemen of Three to question question them long long and sent them on errand of tidings to Bethlehem to learn of this new king that exceed them all

A star of bright that filled the sky in the gray of morn spinned not but stood still over Bethlehem the City of David signifying the Christ was born

Arriving at pace of steady the Three Wisemen arrived at stable breathing in sweet air and bestow and wonder a little child lay in manger filled with sweet hay heir to a Kingdom of not human but of sheer sweet divine

Beside his place of rest sat Mary with Joseph at her side of Nazareth mother and father to a son of peace, love, charity, grace, mercy filled with the wisdom and love of God

Laying sweet gifts of offerings of gold, frankincense and myrrh at the child’s feet the Three Wisemen left with caution and changed path to home

By
Felicia McCaw

The Balloon that made Freedom Cry

Inspired by The Balloon Man written by Rose Fyleman located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Days of wonder prevailed as circus passed through countryside of naïve
Tossing nickels in the air all the children ran ran ran to see the circus and hot balloon that traveled far wide
Red stripes of flash ran around circumference of 360° of balloon of circle horizontal
Stars of purple, blue and green glimmered shimmered with blinking twinkling lights on fabric of sturdy that contained helium light
Puff Puff Puff it swelled swelled gaining size size until rotund as full bright
Basket of woven braid of strongest fabric contained heater of distribution of heat and air attached to balloon of circle carried them all
Freedom flip of spirit looked at balloon of true and cried its wonderful great noble of carriage be sure I sea
All the children ran scattering looking for parents dear for money fare for ride of adventure they strive forward free wide
Grasping coins of money in fists of tight they returned with feet flying pelting dirt hard fast screaming first first first
Running faster faster faster Freedom pulled first tears of joy that he would be the first to see the world spiral around around high in air
Smiles wide as the sun bright Freedom cried to be included in the first balloon trip in the sky in the countryside of Kent fair

The End

By
Felicia McCaw

Moby Dick - The Great White Whale

Inspired by Moby Dick written by Herman Melville.

Claiming the ocean wide the Great White Whale Moby Dick claimed his terrain all
Surveying all wide the blue ocean of miles miles after miles he smiled mine
Possessive of all he strutted through waves of chop as if just a mere tickle of belly
Blowing water through spout of free he say I am I am the one of true might King of the ocean wide and sea
Seeing a vessel of ship never seen before Moby cruised by looking with eye of mean who trespass in my domain
Captain Horatio hollered I am the master of all I see and issued challenge to fight of finish all
Charging with intent of maddened steam of anger Moby charged as harpoon crashed side with vicious gash
Screaming with outrage he charged that dare of hurt trouble him of noble spirit befall the Keeper of all that beneath him depend
Thumping with tail of vicious he splintered his ship of attack rescuing him and returned him to home of nest
Looking with eyes of intent he watched him steadily saying secretly return again I destroy you freely and stroked him with tail of wide and left him free

The End
By Felicia McCaw