ABOUT ME

Hello. My name is Felicia McCaw and I am a returning student to Delta College. My dream has always been to attend college and get a degree and a good job. Further, I have always felt that if a person is willing to dream than he or she can achieve their dream and that the sky is the limit. My life has always seemed to be a changing kaleidoscopes of dreams, priorities and must-do that is a given requirement for me to standstill and fulfill these priorities. Some of these items and dreams had to be placed on the backburner while I continued to work…I am not a serious procrastinator but I have my times when I do put off as much as possible. I am a dreamer who has always wanted to be a writer… right now I don’t care what I write as long as I am achieving a facet of my dream and that is an eternally revolving sphere that is gaining time and learning as it whirls around. My life has always been a little different and I am using these unusual experiences to gain knowledge of who I am and why I was sent here and I am only trying to help others also focus on their dreams. Also, I feel strongly that God gives us our own unique talent and we must use them or not grumble if we don’t.
My interest in poetry is just one of the facets of writing that I wanted to explore since I had started just writing down a little of this and a little of that. It has evolved from the very simplistic to a higher level of poems that astound me because I thought I could just turn in my old drafts but now I realize that by taking this class I have evolved, evolved and evolved and I am just amazed and thrilled by the change that has taken over and reflects in my poetry. Also, not only has it affected my ability to write but it has made me think and know that life is true to you and will not lie and poets are the same way they portray their thoughts and allow you to roam and try to interpret them. This class has given me a dream and that is “Life as a Poet” is extremely interesting and I would not mind continuing to expand on my own and further gain insights and techniques in writing poetry and hopefully getting published since that would be a coup in my cap.
The first step was learning some of things that define a poem, what it consists of and how to approach writing a poem. This class also instructed the other students and I that poetry is not a dry subject it is the heart of a poet in written form. It is the life blood of the one who writes it and relays to the world unselfishly that they love, adore, share, cherish, care and carefully gives a small part of them in each piece they write. This is what this class has taught me and I feel that I have moved further and further from where I used to be and wish to evolve myself further and learn some more of the harder techniques which I approached with trepidation and fear. I feel that in order to get rid of your fear one must pray and then proceed ahead and do your best. I guess what I would say to an incoming person who want s to write poetry is not to be intimidated by the terminology but become relaxed and let the terminology dance around in your mind and see yourself juggling it around and say what is this that is attempting to scare me and say back to the would be fear inducer … it definitely is not you that is intimidating me…I can do this and I will and I will get better as I become more comfortable and more fluent in the language of poetry.
Furthermore, I came to the realization that poetry was used to woo the most beautiful of women and those that were not beautiful were woo as well because of the very fieriness of their nature and strength of character. It was then evolved by men authors to show that not only is poetry a reflection of love but it is also a reflection of the world and dignity, pride, characteristics of all written in full to reflect the world in which we live and to show that we are not always what we seem like a poem it has hidden depths and sometimes these layers has to be revealed layer by layer just like a man and a woman and you will find the inner beauty within. That is what this poetry class has taught me and I will never forget the lesson learned because it has evolved me in another way that I will always appreciate.
Thank you.
Felicia McCaw

WORKSHOP POEMS 1 & 2

WORSHOP POEM

The moon was grey and hard
Timeless past thru moonless pale fool
Former summer gleamer
A morrow is a still
Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen
Mother tough hard soft
Father mean harsh mellow
Brothers not seen hard
Sisters young old senile
Cousins bright gloom happy
Babies bright flash
Nieces chatter box quiet
Nephews young old ageless
Group together fellow
Separate part mesh
Still creep the moon at night
Cold air chill soul
Tail donkey impossible
A forest field crossed
Family is a mirror
Centuries span and end in a brief second
Life is a string
Blood is to real
Faith is to clock
Newborn is to generation
Family is to directions
Directions is to meet

By Felicia McCaw


Black Tibeaus

I see before me life so true
Eyes agleam with mischief
Broad of shoulder he be
Slim of hip I see
Skin aglitter with sweet sweat
Hair curly as a rainbow
Black as the sweet night
Nimble and quick with flash agility
Straight and narrow a path he walks


By Felicia McCaw

SPECIAL POEMS OF THIS CLASS

The God Poem

Hard is a stone
Mercy soft as a hand
Give me thine hand
and mercy will I bestow thee
Ask me and I will lead thee
Follow and I will see thee
Look at me and I will Pray for thee
Love me not and I will forsake thee
Cherish me an I will keep thee and
bestow mercy Forever

By Felicia McCaw

CHILDHOOD POEM

Life is short and sweet
Childhood is secretive and alone
Eyes big and small
Mind flowing deep
Hands tiny, sweet and trusting
Love as deep as forever
Forms small and big
Tree to sorrow bright
See me love me until endless night
I am yours from beginning end

By Felicia McCaw

LOVE POEM

World turns each way, No place will I be allowed to stay
Flip this way and that pledge thou not, My mind is awhirl with all thoughts I see, I hear, I care not, My truest love I wait for thee
Turns, twists, obstacles have blessed my path, I wonder not why,
I found you not My soul hunger for thy sweetest touch
My love is aflame with desire not, See me, hear me, my world has stopped in one place, My mind has stilled with leaps and jumps
I see, I care, I hunger aflame with loves quest, Once my heart was ice and stone, Not it is what, Touch me love least I perish from starvation though I feast, Let my love not dry, See me, hear me, enslave my heart, Let not tomorrow be a folly twist
See me, hear me, shelter me in thine strong arms and let my
head rest against thine strong chest and let thy heart ring in my ear
Love me till tomorrow's yesterday.

By Felicia McCaw

FAMILY POEM #2

The moon was grey and hard
Timeless past thru moonless pale fool
Former summer gleamer
A morrow is a still
Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen
Mother tough hard soft
mean harsh mellow
Sometimes not seen hard
Eternally young old senile
Bright gloom happy
Smart bright flash
Noisy loud chatter box quiet
Moon was old and young yet ageless
Group together fellows strive mercy
Separate part mesh bind and stay
Still creep the moon at night
Cold air chill soul alone
Tail donkey impossible
A forest field crossed
Family is a mirror of all who see
Centuries span and end in a brief second
Life is a string that has no end
Blood is to real as life is to mother
Faith is to clock that see a true mother
Newborn is to generation that sets a mother apart
Family is to directions that still aflame a mother’s heart
Directions is to meet as way is to sorrow
Life is to change as Mother is to stay
Eyes bright and full tears of what do
Sad is to night as laughter is harken
Strength is to eternal as flesh is to weaken
Age is to eternal as youth as to chirp
Hands clasped solace gained not
Lowered head lifted high
Back straight walk tight
Mind clear starry winds no hear
Harsh cold discipline not
Cool hot sweat tinkle from furrow brow
Lazy thought never conceived work endless toil a lot
Loyalty never question steadfast on degree a chart
Reading span attention exceed stars
People is to nectar and sweet as honey do she be
Help one help all is creed that is to life
Travel hesitate not see beyond drawn curtains eye
Paper is to writing as writing is to forever
Contentment is as a cup of spring water to a man who thrist

By Felicia McCaw

FREEDOM POEM

Winds blow calm as night
Owls eyes gleam fierce cold
Mass lights reflect a star made bold
Twinkling, rippling brooks laughing happily
Two lovers seek to be free
Lovers dance naked freely two
Eyes aglow with raptures delight the eyes
Sins forgotten through lovers quest although sins
Merrily spins the cuckoo nest of who fools merrily
Thoughts of fleeing this savage life uppermost in thoughts
Mind bogs with plans to be leave now leave fast
Life short fill with misery work
Till dawn until way after the sun goes down toil
Abreast a stallion we a teasing
Fly like eagle fleet of wind
Never return may not we
For death awaits they capture we
Love of air as tresses to free
Blink of eye see me never or not

By Felicia McCaw

The Journey Poem

Life began short
Toil and Sweat I began
Feet tingle I thee forth
Money I question not
Around I see that cannot be bought
Up and down the river I flow
Schemes and maps appear before my eye
Begin the quest deny
Kick aside protest do me
For passing this test blue
Makes a traveler quest two
Twinkle around on glitz toes
Many more will I see
Merry I go to lands unknown
Blood hot to not cool it yes
Experience this treasure of life
I free myself of all strife
Traveling, Traveling I go

By Felicia McCaw

LIFE AS IT MAY
(Sestina)

GREAT THINGS COME SMALL
SEA PATTERNS TURN AROUND
LIVE EACH DAY COME WHAT MAY
SAD IS THE DAY IS LONG
MORROW'S SONG CALL THE YOUNG
TODAY WE CELEBRATE A SUDDEN

LIFE IS GOOD AND MAY END SUDDEN
CIRCLE OF LIFE AND WHEEL SMALL
PROTECT AND LIVE FOR THE YOUNG
SAD DAYS MAY SOON END AROUND
YET MORROW'S DAY LAST LONG
BIG AND SMALL IS WHAT MAY

BY FELICIA MCCAW

SUNFLOWERS
(Villanelle)

BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET
GLEAMING FIERY IN THE AIR
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

BECKON TO ALL WHO SEE
FLUTTER WILDLY IN THE BREEZE
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET

TWIST AND TURN MERRILY DANCE
PETAL YELLOW AND MIDDLE SEA
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

SOLID AND TRIM THEY BE
SPINNING AND TWIRLING AGLOW
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET

LISSOM AND FIRM AS RAINBOWS END
SOFT AS A BABY'S CHEEK
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

FUZZY AS A CATERPILLAR'S LEAP
STALKS STRAIGHT AS A SOLDIER'S BACK
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

BY FELICIA MCCAW

MYSTERY OF AN ENGLISH SONNET
(Sonnet)

Eyes of the sky
Crave the sweet sigh
Fly swift a doves cry
Foolish blink does her eye
Comes the fear of tomorrow row
Sad and happy days aplenty abide
Try as hard at today's tow
Each other has one to take a side
Mean cruel days fly free
Rob tomorrow to pay and end
But yesterday will always see
Lonely days may not seem to bend
Happy days appear always amay
Lovers blue no more but travel and flow

By Felicia McCaw

FLY BALLOON AS YOU MAY
(A special prose poem)

Balloon flying high in the sky, fleet of
feet they are of lovers quest running down a merry
lane they go where no one knows but they. Sad and happy
paint upon their faces they wiggle and chase a lad
down a narrow aisle of flowers sweet going faster than
merry go rounds twirl of gray and yellow. "Help" he
calls I cannot be a merry balloon I am not seen many
twirls a turns I will not be. Kaleidoscopes aglow in one
corner is to seek a sad and lonely soul to capture and keep
but not aglow a true wish. "Lie" cry the boy I have not
agreed to such a folly as then you see. Merry ways are to
much to be. Flap Flap goes the balloons to catch another
glee.

By Felicia McCaw

Blog Entry #4 1/2

"In Winter" by P. Hurshell

This poem reflects that the author can recognize something wrong at once and that no matter what the truth will be revealed in the turn of day. For example, it was a lie one day and the truth the next day when all was revealed. Also, that some find it harder to do right and that they find it more beguiling to err (do wrong) than to do the right thing. Further that the truth is not always accepted, but if the truth is upheld than the reality of life is truth and truth is life. Seek the truth and enlightenment will follow and walking a straight path of life reflects truth and there will never be any uncertainties.

Blog Entry #4

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading two chapters in WW (Ch.11 &13), Reading of "Because you Asked", "Supermarket in California", BAP poems on Pages 62, 64, 66, 68 & 70, and Goldberg 112 - 148. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing as follows:

"How To Be Eaten By a Lion" by Michael Johnson

This poem reflects that if you are in a threatening or non-threatening position than a person must stand by what they know is right and stand their ground against opposition and lies. Do not rail and rant at your fate but continue standing steadfast and be truthful, honest and hold onto your dignity. Although, life is different and throws many unkind blows sometimes these minor or major skirmishes leave pain and a person must realize the world and people within can be unkind but a person must still continue to stand and live upright. By persevering and living courageously this will reveal the true nature of you and that is you are a survivor.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory,

To Yahweh" by Tina Kelly

This poem reflects that God is the very essence of the blood of Christ...that he is the life fluid that runs through our veins. He is all that is good, kind, loving and normal in our life and he will carry us through the hardest episodes in our life when we stray to far from the path and light. His voice is the thunder and lightening and the harsh hand of discipline if we stray far from his path of righteousness. That he is the giver of food in the time of trouble and the book of knowledge. He is also the creator of Eve the mate and love of Adam. He is the giver of her to bring forth life in such a finely created form created she and he. He is thee that which release the soul into a newly born, the creator of music, learner of the unlearned, the one to whom we pray and the giver, forgiver and the lover of all, teacher of all, forever.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory, Metaphor

"What I Think of Death, If Anyone's Asking" by Maud Kelly

This poem relays that scientists are driven to ensure the quality and safeness of dairy products and the health of livestock. Intriguing to see the vision of them providing substance and life to the many and the hard work that goes in providing dairy products that one unknown and untutored would be surprised by the very complexity of what seems a simple task. Further, reflected the indiscretions of youth taking one drink too many and trespassing on someone's land and playing tricks on the farmer's livestock.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory

"Why do you keep putting animals in your poems?" by Lance Larsen

This poem reflects the author's appreciation to be alive and his/her prayers of thankfulness. Greater and small things are given thank for and what has been learned. Further, acceptance of who he is and that his happiness is leaping by leaps and bound is reflected. Also, the more problems that a person gets rid of the more a happier they get and feel reborn out of the seriousness of it all. The more problems that a person gets rid of the more a person hungers for new adventures or goals that makes a person laugh with glee at a new challenge. This type of relaxation or recreational activity relaxes our stress level and keeps us sane. Sometimes you just have to take time out, play and improvise.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory, Metaphor

"Open Field" by Phillis Levin

This poem relays that we as a people like to be viewed as an individual and judged on our own merits. Further, that we have the same right to be happy as others and have the same opportunity as well. But as is the nature of man some are criticized for being different, for being a changer, for being a dreamer and for being someone who wishes to just be different. Also, that plans of tomorrow can be made tentatively until made definitely and reflects the interaction of one thing to another. Further, that we cannot forget where we come from and always remember the bridge that carried us to our destination.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory

POEMS - COVERS BLOG 1 - BLOG 5

Anthony Sweet

Mischief do I see Personality of a maybem 

Quicksilver is his thoughts 

Limber is his heart Tenacious is his nature 

To see loves chapel 

Money important not be 

Life good is eye stripped 

Blinkers gone to reveal storm 

Working bee must honey bee 

By Felicia McCaw

A SWEET TRIBUTE TO MY MAN 

O SWEET A THOUGHT THAT I COULD NOT SAY 

WHEN HE FILLS ME MY HEART DOETH CRY WITHIN

MY LOVE OVERFLOWETH WITH THOUGHTS THAT I COULD NOT SAY 

MY FLESH QUIVERS WITH CHILL BUMPS 

MY FLESH BURNETH WITH UNQUENCHED DESIRES 

FILL ME LOVE STILL MY THRIST 

GIVE TO ME WHICH MY SOUL DESIRETH 

LOVE ME STILL MY EYE 

QUIETH MY DESIRE 

FILL ME WITH THY FLESH 

BRING FORTH THIS DESIRE THAT QUESTION NOT 

By Felicia McCaw 

BUTTERFLY CRY 

Light as a butterfly 

I flutter my wings 

On every sigh I lean into the wind 

Then I cry 

By Felicia McCaw 

LOVE 

Be still O’ foolish heart 

Dare you leap and twist 

When your fate is so unknown 

You seeketh and searcheth but will 

Thou findeth what you wisheth 

Or will you fade and wither away 

For what thee seeketh is worthy of 

Few but seeked by many 

By Felicia McCaw 

SADNESS 

O’ such sorrow fills the heart 

Wandering why makes it stop 

Ceaseless beat, ceaseless twists 

Why must life be so hard 

And knoweth not why it 

Stoppeth not this ravaging beast 

Which devours the soul 

And leaves it bleak 

As night 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Foolish Heart 

O’ that my heart should go faint at the sight 

Of thine beloved face 

That my soul should weep tears of joy 

From thine nearness 

Hearken unto me O’ dove of joy 

That my love should flee thee not 

But that I should stand steadfast in thy petals of love 

O’ sweet joy that though is 

Leave my side nay 

But stay forever in my heart and love 

Today, Yesterday & Today Forever more may they 

I lovest thee now and 

Forever 

By Felicia McCaw 

CLOSE THE M.F.DOOR 

Every word a lash on my back 

Mouth firm 

Straighter I stand 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Chained Poet 

If a poet cannot be free 

What is he 

But a fool with a chain around his neck 

See not him but 

Hear his verse 

Sweet of tongue 

Questioning him not 

For far along he travels 

On a quest that he may not win 

Fallen from thine eye 

Tears shed free 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Poor and Wretched 

Poor man walks the street 

Bare and cold is he 

Feet shod in sleet 

Face cold and meek 

Life barren and dear 

Soul cold and weary 

Goal to survive is he 

Life toil heavy and deep 

Seep into his soul despair deep 

Mean are the people to him 

Savage and cruel are they to he 

Till death comes to free 

By Felicia McCaw 

Sirens 

Call I hear the siren far and near 

Who has died now or has trouble deep 

Below is a meadow with deep furlows 

To receive aplenty of those who sleep 

Sweet and low is it to keep 

For those who fly away and whose graver may never seep 

Fly away my dear and near one 

Least I come near and have no heap 

Torn and am I for their is no one to peep 

My love one was one to keep me on seat 

Sorry I am that no one carer 

Believe me sweet I live today 

For yesterday I have no Monday 

But sad am I that I cannot see 

My life is not a melody 

No music in life I have not today 

Far and near I cannot be 

My life is a yesteryear with you not near 

Nights aflame with sadness I cannot end this madness that took you from here 

By Felicia McCaw 

Prejudice 

Cruel a fate this be 

That tomorrow's man cannot be 

Nothing as thin air is he 

Regard for one as naught they say 

Look South and North Far and wide 

East and West Torn inside are those troubled deep 

Helpless to those as cruel 

Yield not a strong Steel rod he be 

Willow is to bend Wind is have no end 

Soon morrow come Free of this pain come soon 

Breaks again and again they say 

Proud looks remain is those troubled 

No one else carries the shame 

Others hate carries the blame 

Sorrow will be their game 

By Felicia McCaw 

INSIGHT 

Eyes open shut then open 

See a morrow's moon 

Far fetched they say is life 

Truth will come to you 

Rivers of pain ride deep 

Accusers heart will not seep 

Sorrow's heart gallop free 

Never to be ridden is the way to see 

Sun and gloom gather deep 

Thoughts are questing and flowing wide 

Mouths opening wide shutting 

Truth flays a person wide 

Step away from the tide 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 DOVES CRY 

Petals of loves joy 

Opening shyly they will 

A sweet lover tryst 

Meadows sweet beckons some 

Clasped in my lover's arm I see or hear nothing world 

Involved in life most secret nest

Tremble and sway my bones become nay 

I flow I tremble I quack 

Stomach pains me hunger fierce 

Thought of time have no meaning 

Pleasure so swift that doves cry 

Tears sparkle within my eye 

I clasp his neck like chain 

Trembles ripped my soul apart 

Hide no more I cannot 

Revealed my sweet sinful sweet 

Past times of the pleasure denied long 

No one with key to open door 

Revealed am I not to all 

Only sweet one can make doves cry 

By Felicia McCaw 

 Loves Quest

Such a man is he 

Defies the mold you sea 

Grace and firm he walks 

Makes my thought flight and roam 

Heart pound like thunderously chariot 

Loins quiver with lightening flashes 

Faint am I till I cry 

Resurrect me with thy kiss 

Rip my threads bare 

Ravish me and fill me true 

Lips parched I cannot deny 

Savage beat mating song 

Soul flys on hurricane swirl 

Same I never be 

By Felicia McCaw 

Crime and Passion 

Unstill Night Listen to the cry of the sirens 

What goes on now? Crime and passion fly with wings 

Thoughts unseen deeds cruel 

Mean as fire flesh and blood 

Lightening flash stabbing chair 

Cry inside my eyes dare 

Listen not please fall alive 

Hands quiver and shake 

Bowed head with sorrow's need 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 CITY HALL 

Enter the door dark, gloom 

Stricken with repetition 

What do you see? 

Reptilians slide around 

Hiss, Hiss they go we gossip 

Dark nests everywhere 

Intrigue and mysteries abide 

Trouble sport for all 

Vicious tongues flay all near 

Sin abound within the door 

Lustful thoughts flood the gates 

Mean and cruel they be to customer's fall

Co-workers beaten down and torn assunder 

Slap slap goes the whipping hand 

Evil looks at the fool at helm 

Ground his bounds they wish be 

Stricken with drought ugly follow 

Who would follow a fool like he 

Not I say me all agree 

Rot and stupid his brain be 

Not only him this affliction set 

Twiddle dee and dumb aplenty 

Caution to all who enter shy 

Before you bat your eye 

No eye left to comfort sight 

Enter quick and business conduct 

Flee with wings of Pan

Least quicksilver swallow 

O' City Hall why by cruel 

By Felicia McCaw 

 City of Saginaw 

City of nowhere seen 

Small and foul it be 

Black nougats abide crazy day 

Fumes of soil emit they 

Spinning around merry foul 

Crazed become all 

Forked tongues the way 

Batter and splatter all with virtue they do 

Slash crash comes the verbal lash 

Pain reverberate from a back no more 

Righteous anger fill pride 

Stand with sword hide 

See me not I come to thee 

Slick and cruel I will be 

Learn your ways I have seen 

Lesson teach you will be 

For God say forsake the fool 

May you lose your sole 

Keen of thought know sin 

Run fight retreat come again 

Finish this fools quest 

Maybe you see your least 

Riddle until the end of time 

I repeat not least I rhyme 

Look over shoulder fool 

Life is good and so is cruel 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 SWEET FELICIA 

Face round as the moon 

Eyes shade of liquid brown 

Breast full as a mirage 

Strong and straight her back 

Tenacious as a porcupine heart 

Tender as a baby skin 

Loving as deep as the ocean blue 

Secret as the deep lagoon 

Elusive as a dream gone 

Changeable as flicker of time 

Serious mein her face 

Thoughts fleeting and swift 

Predictable as future time 

Loyal as a clock set 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Stormy Monday 

Each day passes into gloom 

Old men passing along 

Shifting Kaleidoscopes flew 

Clocks tick tock back to back 

Worker sad and unhappy 

Conflict flew in desert storm 

Battalion grounds established 

White flag flew 

Run run fast as a dear 

Never return to desert storm 

Sorry a day came Stormy Monday 

By Felicia McCaw 

 BLACK SEBASTIAN 

(The lover of her life and soul) 

Hair straight as night rainfall 

Eyes hard predatory sherry 

Nose straight as green blade 

Lips full and puffs of cruel snap 

Teeth like strong pearls 

Chin carved and square 

Neck strong as pillar 

Tongue like a whipping adder 

Shoulders broad as tomorrow 

Chest muscled and carved 

Waist an stomach flat and trim 

Brawny arms strong enough to crush 

Hands strong and hard firm 

Thighs carved with muscles writhing and 

twisting with each step Impatient as swirling whip 

Growls emit deep within 

Conceit rich as cream 

Spoiled is he 

Calves splendid as flash fire 

Feet beautiful and free I see him in my eye 

Thought of him make me sigh 

Discontent fills me because it cannot be 

Eyes wide I look and see 

Blink blink I cannot believe 

Breath rush hard and heave heave 

Mind awhirl with thoughts that should not

 Plead with fate make it so 

Fear abound and twirl and roll 

Pride set aside as a foolish year 

Kiss thee and float on roses swift 

Touch him and I burn aflame atorch 

Liquid is mind and bones that melt away 

Jackass I used to be of famine pleasure 

Heels dug deep as ravine fathom 

Till I see he and my knees fail me 

Waves of crescendo hit me crash 

Hide and shelter I cannot find 

Flow with him as two rivers merge thunderously 

Passion's lure has caught me unaware 

Craves of hunger fill my belly pain 

Pain of pleasure run through my soul 

Tears sparkle in my eyes 

Eyes full of rainbow's of hope 

Love found I cannot but sigh 

Lost forever in his arms 

Stir me not for I cannot be 

Souls atwine never part 

By Felicia McCaw 

Sunday's Little Morrow 

 See my little KeiKei

 Why he come to me 

Fill my heart with grateful deed 

My little sugar come only to me 

I peak into his eye 

Clear, smooth deceptive gloom 

Naughty, smart, loving little pea 

True or not this little friend of mine 

Never foe just love he sea 

Trust and love receive he well 

See my little KeiKei 

Companion lonely not 

By Felicia McCaw 

Breeze Come What May 

A sad lonely breeze passed this way 

Seeking a small little hand 

Smile wide as graceful dawn 

Twirl little one twirl 

Little feet dance on air 

Small hands all aglitter 

Grace of this small one amaze 

Who belong to this little one sweet 

Mama and Dad proud of this blessed sugar bee 

All who see fall under her spell ocean wide 

Twinkle Twinkle little one on a breeze come what may 

By Felicia McCaw 

October 26, 2020 

To:  Sammie

 From:  Felicia McCaw

 I want to say that you have made an impact in my life and I will always remember the little girl who stole my heart and made it hers.

Loving you always and always!

 Felicia

 

Bend of Rainbow 

Color wide and flare Ripples of light reflect all

Happy kids dance around Merry go the chase 

Blue green yellow red 

Arrows flash through sad 

Trust compel mass around 

From end to end 

Bend of time rainbow cry 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Money 

Gift of all who seek 

Hard and cruel those without 

Seeked far and near 

Sad and burdened those without 

Life comforts it does provide 

Greed befall those connive 

Cherish it not least it run 

Love it above all crash 

Lust for it some fools do 

Bye money I need all no

By Felicia McCaw 

Twinkle Star

Little one little one who you are 

Waited for all eternity sweet one 

Arms wide open tenderly patiently 

Cherish twinkle forever more 

Rock rock on my knee strong 

Inspire my mind to dream 

Twirl and whirl I receive my one 

Kiss the little cheek soft spun 

Toss in air catch my bundle triple 

Little pearls flashing white 

Eyes dancing merrily soft 

Teach all my little star 

Keep safe as Fort Knox 

Click click goes little feet 

School school goes my little one 

Learn all teachers teach least I tear 

Twinkle star shine bright white 

Glow in my heart and spin freely 

Proud proud my lips grin 

Twinkle star help all 

By Felicia McCaw 

Music Free

 

Ever hear a melody's cry 

Black dots aplenty believe 

See how they dance on paper 

Trickle trickle a note goes 

Embrace the ear sweet as gold 

Soul dance and spin waves wide 

High and low soft and loud 

Fingers trail tenderly down 

Play the song of dots pave 

Yellow brick we all follow 

Heels click and away we go 

Thrills and chills slide down 

Music free for all who care 

By Felicia McCaw 

Photographer's Eye 

Peep peep in little hole 

Vision grace the sky 

Unbelievable sight I must capture 

Flash fleeting gone forever 

Try try I must capture all 

Greedy I am for all sights 

Illusion fool the unknown 

Realist see through true 

Eyes bubble as untethered stream 

Roam freely traipsed everywhere 

Universe my playground space 

Dance with glee I capture prey 

Thrills of elation fill me full 

My photographer's eye fail me not 

Sights unseen I need desperately 

Travel far and near I will go 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 Dreams of Sleep 

Rock a bye a weeping willow 

Cradle of arms I desire 

Peaceful slumber evade me 

Dreams vivid, clear and lucid 

Profound and deep I find them 

Rivers of ocean enthrall me 

Waves choppy and smooth dance 

Wakeful nights are free to all 

Next night comes slumber deep 

Peaceful dreams of sleep seduce 

No longer flip and flop condemn me 

Rest of night cradle as may 

Quiet and restful don't disturb 

My eyes slumber anyway 

 By Felicia McCaw

Blog Entry #3

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading three chapters in WW (Ch.6,7 & 8), Reading of "The Negro Speaks of Rivers", "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town", BAP poems on Pages 21, 23, 24, 26 & 27, and Goldberg 75 - 111. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing as follows:

DON'T TELL, BUT SHOW

This reflects that a writer has to breath life into a story when expressing emotion. Also, that as a writer when installing feelings in your work - stay in direct connection with the senses.

BE SPECIFIC

Always be detail oriented and be specific always and realize that a writer becomes the subjects in his/her writing. (All at once and then now.)

BIG CONCENTRATION

This section deals with learning to concentrate by not being blocked and being open. Most writers are single-minded, focused and had to learn to concentrate and stay focused on the task at hand.

THE ORDINARY AND EXTRAORDINARY

A writer should look at the ordinary and extraordinary as a boon that gives meat and potatoes to his project. Always remember details, details, details are paramount of importance and helps make the writing flow easier.

TALK IS THE EXERCISE GROUND

A writer's advantage is talk, talk, talk and that is it helps find new directions and help defeat writer's block.

WRITING IS A COMMUNAL ACT

Writing is a communal act and allows others to participate in the process. Expand your conscious and consider all people's opinion and reflect them. Also, get together with others for moral support and let your fingers fly like wings over the paper.

ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS A MERCEDES BENZ

The goal of a writer is to disappear and
become the character in the story or whatever writing project that is being done.

BE AN ANIMAL

When in Rome do as Romans do - that is what writing is all about - merge in and allow the flow of creativity to take over. Also, learn to time self and try to establish whether or not you can write under pressure or with an actual deadline. Never give up - if you don't succeed try again until you do so. Bring it. Stalk the city for any and all writing ideas or whatever.

MAKE STATEMENTS AND ANSWER QUESTIONS

This sections deals with learning to make a statement then follow up with a question to obtain more information and data about a situation. Always make clear affirmative statements to keep on track and question, question on to find out as much as you can. Get on a higher tier -- let your mind roam and gather all the information you can get.

THE ACTION OF A SENTENCE

This section deals with verbs and nouns and how to use them interchangeably within sentences because these are the framework for paragraphs and eventually books.

WRITING IN RESTAURANTS

This section deals with writing in a restaurant and how this is a great place to relax and write. It is a little unusual but try to develop a rapport with the restaurant and you may have a perfect place that may alleviate writer's block or just be a place of writer's curiosity. Once a writer develops "writer curiosity" it is a state where everything will inspire him/her.

THE WRITING STUDIO

This place like every nook a writer likes to be quiet and not distracted. It becomes almost like a "holy place" where no one is wanted unless invited. It is the place where imagination takes wing and fly.

A BIG TOPIC: EROTICISM

This topic is probably where a lot of writers sit and decide how to approach without stepping over the edge. Dis- cretion is always good...know where to draw the line...keep specifics about topic and writing, revise later.

A TOURIST IN YOUR OWN TOWN

This section deals with how a person can be right in their own hometown and be be a tourist. But this can be reversed by giving the place you live a second chance and start exploring where you are and start writing about ordinary and everything.

WRITE ANYPLACE

Be comfortable, take a notebook with you always...scribble, scribble...never let a thought escape. Train and learn to focus anywhere, block out the noise and receive stimuli from anyone or anywhere. Test yourself and try different angles, different places don't let anything stop you. Write away and float as your thought and words.