Witches of Brew

All shades they be of unusual to plain be for all the to sea

Feeling malice brew to blood they connive connive to seize a prey of worth

Unable to succeed they compel the sex of gender to assist a so-called perfect immaculate

Folds of intricate hid the truth of all that surface covers none but hate envy covet

Boasting of self please an intricate deep thinker fathoms to know all gets the action sought freely stubbornly

Casting stone over over they writhe writhe with poison poison to kill all self inducted as well as embedded

Stirring and casting striving to make all unhappy day after day year after year they mix cauldrons of poison to fill a day of evil

Evils thoughts deed against a one of pure they continually plot as folds of near cast them closer closer to invade and kill

Seducing all they make it clear the price paid is never too dear for the choice of attack is people mesmerized summoned all evil they do against a one disguised as the many

Never clear is the witch’s brew of jealously spite malice a blackened pot of evil shit they stir they stir of sin of covet used used all in mix a lot nary a mindless fool deceive not but move from quick quick not align with evil so foul the air is tainted with the witch’s foulness of scent

Stepping lively the fool pretends to ill and watches the connivance of all within coven to harm to harm all unwary of the matter of pseudo smart
By

Felicia McCaw

Sir Nickers of Not

Inspired by Sir Nicketty Nox written by Hugh Chesterman located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Sir Nicker was an old soul with none but embers aburn in loins near cold

Lucky for him his mind was firm and his sight not dimmed but clear with dreams of lust he still

Buckler forward he was slim as slim and dry as old leaf break

Princely rod was aged and his charge sputtered out still and yet the hope remained true

Thin measly was his ways towards all his hand a fist of turned inside out

Wife daughters knew his ways of great work work was the way to his miserly heart’s purse strings

Antique of old age of stone knew more youth than he if any wanted to ask his age

Worrying him cease not caused his mouth to tighten line mutter his walk and seize his locks of thin in hand of frail than paper loudly shouting bother me not

By

Felicia McCaw

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