APPARITION

Inspired by Nothing written by Julie Holder located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

A sound of reverted bellowed through a house of quiet quiet that even a dime falling would all hear

Cringing under cover of sad protection she lay she lay quiet quiet queit still still still

Again came the sound followed by mocking laughter laughter in the still still of the night

Tears of large drops of fear fear clamored falling from eye to trepidation filled eye but she lay quiet quiet

Thuds of shoes heavy with heels thudded through the hall singing too bad too bad you’re scared

Fingers clenching covers with blood gone free tightened bringing it closer closer closer the cover to neck of skinny

Again the laughter sounded closer closer closer stalking stalking stalking her with intimidation of mean

Saying prayer after prayer she said it’s nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody

Always when she be by herself the house came alive and mocked her terrifying her until day of morn

She never got up she never got up the door is secure secure secure tight tight tight tight her mind ran over over over over

Leave leave leave where where where could she go? Everywhere the same the same the same it came while she was alone alone alone

Laughing mocking her saying too bad too bad you should should have been good good good

By

Felicia McCaw

THE WIND IS FREE AND I AM NOT

I wish the wind had a name to realize my dream

Freedom to live a life of great achieve is my thirst as if famished famine

The wind is free and effort and has no retention restriction of barriers unknown

Kicking heels upward it trembles with joy that it cannot be contained for joy of free

I am not free but responsibility is as the wind elated with discovery and tribulation of God strong

Wind and I are intertwined for it tickles my face with kisses of thought love caress

My heart travels with a soul of tenacity caring compassion forgiveness and love eternal for parents of knowledge wisdom that I knew not

We thrive we strive we wish we thirst for God’s approval and mercy we keep eternal all dreams of God anew as each day begins end begins end

The wind is free and I am not but we are same steady with love of Our Lord’s Mercy grant us all

By

Felicia McCaw

A Mockingbird’s Summation

What racist activity surely not in this time and day. Innocent people entitled to fair judgment surely not surely not. Slurs, defamation is lodged fully against one and all…a lie is now the truth as clamoring mob claims over over over … who can stop us now. Isn’t that sweet that corruption runs its evil blood from the top down especially a sure we say ambigorous fellow who is indeed Jack the Ripper incarnate…a medieval plot is surely not the case is it? But the killing of someone inch by inch by the many and rape of flesh and soul is what they do to cover vermin so foul that no food wishes to stay lodged. Nauseating dogs they be…stank? They claim not…imperceptible stench is there for sure to kidnap and kill a mother’s trio and watch and laugh at her eventual falling apart as they try and accomplish cover cover all the filth they put out and violence they exert towards her and make it true to hide it all costs. Some animals get away with murder rape violent assault all the time because they give up the stanky goods to co-animals like themselves … something that should have never been born to live with decent people.
A heart…shit…none exists in a dog as low as they for low morals is surely the way in this bright luminous place of what paradise is. It has always been paradise for a black educated person who knows too much…no children for her she knows too much they say exclaiming with hate, envy, coveting everything they do .. from the race of Hispanic onward to the black race.
All hate black people we see it each day when the chips are against one will give their own color or race a chance…they are opportunists looking for fame for no reason…no work put in…no pain or sorrow spilled to understand the hardship an African Woman as she claims herself because she cannot stand the treatments she gets from her own lying black race in this country…she has decided she does not want them now for their foul betrayal has killed her heart, soul and mind and turned her against her own race for the EVIL she sees them as.
Cruelly and sport they give this person for good old m. to enjoy at their leisure. To laugh, joke, prode, goad, cut in and murder little by little and claps their hands in elation we won we won we won by the foulest shit we put out we won because it was definitely not by a measure of intelligence is it? Was it?
What better way to hurt a woman and cover the crime of rape and murder? Throw out allegations of what? She smells…great days of illusion are ever here Magician the Great is rampant everywhere…run her black ass off all campuses we don’t want to help her medically or any kind of way. We just want her DEAD!!! She is too literate ha ha ha … she is just a black person treat her bad as hell so she can kill herself or we can kill her and who cares…put out as much filth that our foul lying ass can think of because we hate her … her kind…anyway!!! She never should have been given a book this should be a clue to harsh reality of insecurity envy hate and the evil nature of the people we are dealing with.
I am distressed at this callous treatment that I received…we are hated and always will be and I feel this is just the start of it. My children are dead…ripped from my womb by Jack the Ripper himself and myself beat half the death trying to defend self and children but all conveniently hidden by the (“who’s in charge”). Isn’t that just the greatest event on earth that life of some are regarded as nothing and I am glad its me because nothing does not have to help the so-called somethings of the world who think too highly of themselves and are nothing but the lowest shit that ever crawled out the gutter. A killing fucking fiend who attacks a pregnant woman is “trash” and always will be because they have money and fame.
D.A.B. IS THEM. Always. I HATE YOUR ASS AND HOPE YOU DIE IN YOUR MIND A MILLION TIMES OVER OVER OVER FOREVER.

Felicia McCaw
Mockingbird’s Sorrow is Her

PRECIOUS BEAU THE BEAR

Eyes of brown large sad look at world with compassion kind with nosey nosey nose of big

Ears of quick hear all things wonderful and smile with large star twinkling from face to all around

Going from house to house he said “hello good morning” doing chores with happy expression of no mind

Giggling with joy he said to himself as he danced danced danced I love my home I love my home

Looking at signs of track he followed path to tree of weird pattern of shaped circles triangles squares colors of every shade consist

Touching each shape he watched pictures flow from point to point of scenes enact

Watching curiously he saw his finger go in each and the image become alive transforming

Smiles after smiles floated in the air as he tried event of scenery and stepped in to join the play

Kicking up his heels he rolled in grass of green blue licking honey from paws of thankful

Feeling refreshed famine hunger relieved he tried button of next and rode on coaster coaster and merry go rounds of horses courage

Holding balloons of colors he waddled content looking at stalls of unique strange of collection of objects of rare

Cotton candy sweet attracted nose of sharp and caused Precious Beau to lick mouth of pucker formed in “O”

Picking up rifle of fake he aimed at targets with hands of unsteady laugh and shot shot missed missed missed

Finally given up he touched button that said “Way Home” and looked at his home with sheer content of sheer of heaven and laid in bed of rest

By

Felicia McCaw

THE HUNTSMAN'S WINTER

Inspired by Winter the Huntsman by Osbert Sitwell located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

Cold crisp days of eons they became the same

Colors of every season fade till each day became endless torment

Calling the dogs of train with horn of plenty they ran side by side

Watching the air curl crisp under flying feet he followed their path through green foliage painted white close as a deer's tears

Baying loud the ground trembled beneath pounding churning thoughts of the hunt the hunt the hunt

Copper bells resounded as they ran faster faster with the Huntsman leaning forward in saddle of swift challenge lively the thoughts came

Swirling whip in air he cracked it loud loud loud loud teeth shining predatorial white in light of day

By

Felicia McCaw

DREAM TRAVEL SOLUTIONS

A dream realized of providing a realization of travel at it's most polite respect

Orlandis Sr. and Orlandis Jr., Marshall, Orlando, Paul, Michael, Nathaniel, Mitchell, James, John and others at the helm driving smooth right they handle the trips righteous correct

Business primary running on time correct schedules keep true reputation kept rules fresh

Contentment gracious service is goal protocol fulfilled respect all real

Discipline courtesy is the way to heart of many succeed bless us all riders will all

Drivers for Dream Travel portray the same professional mien business first rudeness never just relief of true behavior exhibit honesty throughout

Earning loyalty never given freely but evaluated fair they persevere and live the American Dream

Camaraderie they share, shimmer, shows the respect for man to man woman to woman they remain the wish for all

Maturity respect the changing aspects of trip to trip people to people personality with patience wisdom humor wide and far long review actions all

Keeping the dream alive travel travel travel wide far with Dream Travel Solutions the people who care for all

By

Felicia McCaw

Although Dream Travel Solutions is an actual business, I used their company's name to show how
much I respect them and care for each driver who has given me so much support unknowingly and who
work for Dream Travel Solutions and their unconscious mannerisms show they have been well brought up. I
love your kindness and stern way to getting the job the done. I love the way you guys are raising your sons.
I am just your fan forever. This is my tribute and salute to every brother working hard with serious dedication and respect.

LUV Felicia

The House That Stood Alone and Cried

Inspired by The Dark House by Anonymous located in A Children’s Book of Verse, Illustrated by Eric Kincaid, Poems selected by Marjorie Rogers. (Brimax Books)

On a moor of dark cloud of eerie weird screeching call a house stood alone and cried

For Sorrow’s tears of full wide as eons of years ago it graced the land in ill-begotten ways

Centuries of centuries children laid in beds of torment torture until their pain saturated each pore of a house that became alive with sorrow reborn

Each room was dark dank chilled to bone the morrow of a person’s soul that invited none enter happy but remain sad

Creepy noises of walls that spoke mean words to all that lived within and made the mind dement and reel in unreality

Cupboards cupboards of storage lined halls of black that defied the cheer of light and normalcy creeped seeped through the night

A box of dark lived in a room of its own circulating evil of fluctuating beats of heart that reverted thumps throughout the night

Children chilled scared laid through the night in beds with scarce of blanket and lack of prayer to keep safe through nights of terror

Welcome unwelcome the house seemed to beckon all to devour every eerie emotion that could contain the halls and walls of awful veins of life blood

Seemingly of its own accord the house revolved revolved around every soul and emitted cries of cries of the inner torment that dwelled between and below

Still standing it continued its own play of a house that refused to die but gained gained misery as each passing day dwelt

By

Felicia McCaw