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

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