Is a sweet little melody
Far and Near I hear it tinkling in my ear
O sweet morrow it promises us all so we don’t fear
Smiles aplenty it lavishes sweet thoughts as it serenades us all true
I look I look around me and I see I see life’s sweet mystery
Tinkle Tinkle saw a star above and afar and it cast a glow from a cricket’s eye
Love Love it glowed for he loves Jesus and God throughout time and forever for he sayeth God said I am and he replied I love for you are
By
Felicia McCaw
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Toadie Frog
Adventurous lad was Toadie Frog he looking here and far to see a place to roam and bee
Knock Knock he went to his brother’s house of blue saying come out come out and away we go and travel the sea
Fun Fun we will have all family together together we travel light and free
Tackle rackle it became the main for we dress for fishing is our game to clear and catch a load of sweet endear
Aha came Toadie Frog asmile as dimples danced near and far he cuddled his Mary close by and said I’m glad home was close and near
By
Felicia McCaw
Knock Knock he went to his brother’s house of blue saying come out come out and away we go and travel the sea
Fun Fun we will have all family together together we travel light and free
Tackle rackle it became the main for we dress for fishing is our game to clear and catch a load of sweet endear
Aha came Toadie Frog asmile as dimples danced near and far he cuddled his Mary close by and said I’m glad home was close and near
By
Felicia McCaw
ROAR
Thundering clouds ran fast as lightening quivers and shakes
Hear Hear Hark Hark the ears clamor for cease cease to quiet
Mountains rumble rumble deep down as centuries past in seconds of demise
Meetings of the minds of power converge and look askance at odd fellows folly
Committance of what is the questions of thundering play of voices raised as mighty swords of thrust and righteous follows quiet deep in respose and retrospective thoughts
Roar Roar it will not it will not continue continue for I am I am I am he that watches watches watches and wait
By
Felicia McCaw
Hear Hear Hark Hark the ears clamor for cease cease to quiet
Mountains rumble rumble deep down as centuries past in seconds of demise
Meetings of the minds of power converge and look askance at odd fellows folly
Committance of what is the questions of thundering play of voices raised as mighty swords of thrust and righteous follows quiet deep in respose and retrospective thoughts
Roar Roar it will not it will not continue continue for I am I am I am he that watches watches watches and wait
By
Felicia McCaw
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Trends
We think of ways to be and ways to convert ourselves to serve a way
But is a trend the follow or the leader of our wayward ways
Contrary Contrary is the thought that we see a person who mocks the grace of good conduct
What say the mockingbird to Trends as she walks and struts the thoughts of many and clearly knows they are untrue and fake
Angelic sweet innocence is the look we gather for deceit is indeed the measure of Achilles heel of itself for it not of hers but she seek the thoughts of many as sift of flour through the chaste
For like yesterday it summoned the click and the turn of wheel that slowly modulates its own emergence for it is empirical
Modules of summarization it begins for thoughts and blasé fails and counter changes rapidly for the pace slowed but indeed we parallel once twice thrice and nary again until The Trends announce
By
Felicia McCaw
But is a trend the follow or the leader of our wayward ways
Contrary Contrary is the thought that we see a person who mocks the grace of good conduct
What say the mockingbird to Trends as she walks and struts the thoughts of many and clearly knows they are untrue and fake
Angelic sweet innocence is the look we gather for deceit is indeed the measure of Achilles heel of itself for it not of hers but she seek the thoughts of many as sift of flour through the chaste
For like yesterday it summoned the click and the turn of wheel that slowly modulates its own emergence for it is empirical
Modules of summarization it begins for thoughts and blasé fails and counter changes rapidly for the pace slowed but indeed we parallel once twice thrice and nary again until The Trends announce
By
Felicia McCaw
The Dream
Dying not it flourishes on seconds of eternal time
Even though tears fall fast and revolve the circle it renders not the concept of what
Adversity Adversity is the counter and measure but it is not the end or beginning is it thus
Challenge Challenge it paraded its own song but it began to sing its own sweet call of concession
Bitter turned the wheel left right left right until it folded it hands and said
Better smiled smiled and continued the flow of the dream pushing slowly it began until it escalated slow and then faster
Despite logic it began to dance and it eloquently spoke volumes of thoughts and emotional glee for it feels and bespeaks to God himself
The Dream of humanity holds fast for we are as God planned except we err but we still stand fast to correct and serve else humanity dies and ceases and pain prevail triumph
By
Felicia McCaw
Saturday, August 22, 2015
A Ring of Circle Comes She Back
Inspired by What Eric Knew by James Howe
A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear
Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three
What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady
Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902
On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below
Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll
As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke
Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell
Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one
Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive
Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery
Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue
A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek
Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for
A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring
By
Felicia McCaw
A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear
Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three
What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady
Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902
On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below
Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll
As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke
Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell
Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one
Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive
Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery
Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue
A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek
Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for
A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring
By
Felicia McCaw
Friday, August 21, 2015
Class Assignment - A POEM TO BE CREATED FROM BOOK
Class Assignment - The purpose of this assignment is to take whatever subject matter is provided and use it as a base. Goal and option is to take a book and use it as base and do a poem of creativity from what you have read.
As established the base is written subject matter in either text book format, prose, book, poems or whatever is given and you are to use this material as living interactive transference of ideas generated from your base to form a new thought in a compiled report,a poem or prose format or any report that you are working on. As you read relax and let the ideas flow to compile a poem that is reflective of your interpretation of what you have read. Further your ideal finished product does not have to be a duplication but a dance upon words, ideas to follow but not follow and produce something different.
Generating ideas from one point to another is called brainstorming and your finished project falls under this category.
A Ring of Circle Comes She Back
Inspired by What Eric Knew by James Howe
A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear
Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three
What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady
Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902
On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below
Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll
As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke
Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell
Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one
Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive
Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery
Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue
A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek
Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for
A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring
By
Felicia McCaw
As established the base is written subject matter in either text book format, prose, book, poems or whatever is given and you are to use this material as living interactive transference of ideas generated from your base to form a new thought in a compiled report,a poem or prose format or any report that you are working on. As you read relax and let the ideas flow to compile a poem that is reflective of your interpretation of what you have read. Further your ideal finished product does not have to be a duplication but a dance upon words, ideas to follow but not follow and produce something different.
Generating ideas from one point to another is called brainstorming and your finished project falls under this category.
A Ring of Circle Comes She Back
Inspired by What Eric Knew by James Howe
A day appeared like any with mail of mystery falling clear
Appearance deceptive it reflected a nuance of bizarre of initials of three
What is the question of acts of dissimilar for he was adventurous until a time of quiet and unsteady
Letter of arrival with initials of S.I.S. written solo ignited curiosity for spelled out it was Susan Iris Siddons of only one known but died in 1902
On tombstone written in script of easy pain she reaped and in death she sowed pain of great until a garden of poison ivy appeared far wide with roots of origin below
Happy was she not but legend was she for her ghost lingered round and tradition rings a bell at nine to celebrate in its own toll
As she others left their last rant at large for it states as I am thou will be for a callous stranger are thee for passeth not will you be as pause and reflect I am not to be die for I so do you in memory of none will thee be for like to like and yoke to yoke
Spirits of spirits she roamed restless as a soul of cry to right a wrong she claimed her redemption on many hands in the play as still as the night even the crickets sighed in quiet resignation for she comes night after night face accusing one by one truth of righteous ringing loud louder loudly as they fell
Susan’s eyes of accusing in ghostly face looked at Jenny for her ring was given to her by her husband and crave it back she did wearing glove of one
Morose sad she roamed with resentment for the ring was hers but Jenny hid it and none could find it for its secret glowed elusive
Apparitions was Susan as she looked in the mirror of speculation and theory stroking her cheek in question as she stood in the bathing light of dark navy in the cemetery
Eric knew a secret of mysterious labeled S.I.S. and in the tower was the start for in a crack was a dollar bill curled affirming the second clue
A third missive of mystery arrived from Eric with directions of tread tread the stairs that squeak and look beneath the third for a peek
Beneath the stair was the ring of mystery a band of gold engraved with the initials of S.I.S. for which Susan roamed crying searching for
A missive of four of the mystery arrived and touted its own prevailing stroke of ingenious for mystery for Susan came for her missing ring
By
Felicia McCaw
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