tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62094816443883369912024-03-05T22:16:12.070-08:00Poet SpacePoems about a zillion things,spring cleaning yard and flower bed;a poem about spring cleaning;flower fairies garden orna;grim reaper drawings;hawaiian fun food;whimsical musicians artwork; whimsical sitting bride and groom;fine art whimsical angel commissions.. see? tons of stuff!Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-30469694235569871252011-06-26T11:23:00.001-07:002011-06-26T11:23:53.758-07:00&quot;Bleeding Wings&quot; sculpture series at OneTrueMedia.comBrand new video of my goddess art, "Bleeding Wings" sculpture series. Would love to hear comments! <br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=e61168a208c09058d5fdfb" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="327" height="290" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=e61168a208c09058d5fdfb&skin_id=1010&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:327px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make an on-line slideshow at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-42849363124459935502009-06-20T14:41:00.000-07:002009-06-20T14:43:53.872-07:00"Pele and Her Undying Vengeance No Matter a Fairies Plea"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9flGqz3Jgw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9flGqz3Jgw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"Pele and Her Undying Vengeance No Matter a Fairies Plea"<br /><br />Out beyond the minds eye<br />there stood a delicate forest<br />lighted by hope<br />that glowed.<br />Yet the Caitiff found it<br />and the fairies<br />alas<br />ever so pathetically<br />innocent<br />stood in the open pathway<br />for they <br />just <br />did not know.<br />And so<br />alas<br />they sat in waiting<br />unsuspecting <br />of a fires power<br />and the eminent cruelty<br />approaching<br />that would ultimately<br />be <br />bestowed.<br /><br />There would be no allies<br />rushing in to save them.<br />Flower nymphs<br />innocent<br />stayed huddled from the wind<br />waiting for a moment<br />when rain<br />would once again<br />find its way past the trees<br />and toss them<br />to a fairy's soft breeze.<br /><br />Ohh human butterfly<br />and their wings<br />fluttering<br />no place to hide <br />no refuse<br />no wiping of tears<br />after sorrow <br />making them<br />and me... I might add<br />wise spies<br />of undying hopefulness.<br /><br />Tall along the landscape<br />in a far off land<br />there are trees <br />captured<br />to this very day.<br /><br />Take a moment<br />and remember them<br />like the lily and flowers in waiting<br />fore time sets on every sunrise<br />and sunset<br />in waiting.<br /><br />Pele set her mark<br />fire breathing past a lily<br />no matter <br />a flowers <br />pleading<br />heart.<br />Pele has her own marks<br />forever<br />to impart.<br /><br />Made into statues<br />tall posts<br />reminding all who seek<br />a history<br />in love<br />there was once an angel<br />a fairies song undying<br />chanting<br />with memories<br />knowing<br />and yes<br />understanding <br />of Pele<br />and her undying <br />love.<br /><br />And so<br />let it be known<br />on any shoreline<br />that a hope is a hope<br />no matter the skyline.<br /><br />Copyright 2009<br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-27972670673727849182009-05-31T14:35:00.000-07:002009-05-31T14:42:03.938-07:00KathysArt: "Primal Art Site"<p><b>About Artist Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br /></b> <br />Goddess Art:<br />Free Art: <a href="http://www.kathysart.com">http://www.kathysart.com</a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />NEW Primal Series Art: <br /><a href="http://www.kathyostman-magnusen.com">http://www.kathyostman-magnusen.com</a><br /></span><br />Represented by:<br />Monkdogz Urban Art, New York<br /><a href="http://www.monkdogz.com">http://www.monkdogz.com</a><br /><br /></p><p>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen is is a self taught figurative artist and illustrator. She is very prolific in oils, glass etching, watercolors, silk painting and sculpture. Kathy also enjoys writing; poetry; stories and articles . She posts a lot of her writing on ezines and her blogs.<br /><br />Kathy illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book "Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much". She also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. <br /><br />Prior to being a full time artist Kathy owned and operated her own souvenir pottery business in Northern California. Products were created, hand sculpt, wheel thrown and personalized to meet each clients specific needs. Her company shipped to most National Parks, Disney World, J C Penny and over 1000 specialty shops all over the US. After 20 years in the souvenir business she decided to focus on her painting and sculpting. In 1996 Kathy moved to Kauai where she lived for 8 years. In 2004 Kathy moved to the Big island of Hawaii where she and her husband and high school sweetheart Dennis now reside.<br /><br />Her work is collected worldwide. </p><p>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br /><br />Artist Statement:<br /><br />I began my career at four years old in the back seat of my parents car, as they travelled the countryside looking for rainbows I suspect. I drew whimsical angel pictures and paper dolls with visions of an elegant tooth fairy that watched over me. I have been exhilarated and tormented by art ever since. I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night thinking about tiny angels and worlds unknown.<br /><br />I paint and sculpt women primarily; in their daily lives; in lives they might be afraid of; and in lives they wish they had. I also dream of whimsical angel pictures, legends of mermaids and fairies at my beck and call. My goal has always remained the same, to hear my subjects breathing and to know the passion I feel in my soul is met by theirs. <br /><br />So I sing:<br /><br />"Hold me close dear angel<br />muster up a little tune<br />and rock me like a serpent<br />that rises to the moon."<br /><br />In every single one of my paintings my objective is to 'know them'. To let character reveal their own vision or message. I am often astounded as their presence unfolds and I am met with who they are. I then realize that who 'they' are defines me as well. My hope is that my paintings & sculptures relate to you, and that legends of mermaids; whimsical angel pictures; and tooth fairies fantasies give you the message you need for your own heart and soul.<br /> </p>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-52584282691424370872009-05-24T18:10:00.000-07:002009-05-25T09:01:22.514-07:00"When Does Winter Start? A Flower Fairy Called Out-and When Does Summer End?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-cIvQQVPZurBDx_ZeqhqpYud0Gfx2HZr66JvrDnuLMTjg1Z9apCaDEBQOgmoIW7Tnar4v4e08tS-_HSFtT3FMQeYDFJk-v6pgBYko6LvhbPzM09QMwwxQn2J6dxqAob6bq2K9PpLF6w/s1600-h/Victorian+15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-cIvQQVPZurBDx_ZeqhqpYud0Gfx2HZr66JvrDnuLMTjg1Z9apCaDEBQOgmoIW7Tnar4v4e08tS-_HSFtT3FMQeYDFJk-v6pgBYko6LvhbPzM09QMwwxQn2J6dxqAob6bq2K9PpLF6w/s400/Victorian+15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339566104362946642" /></a><br />"Purple Cloak" 12x24 oil on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen, from my "Victorian Series" Private Collection<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX9NfehY2ls&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX9NfehY2ls&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Did you know that flower fairies fret about the seasons? It is logical isn't it? They want to know when Winter will come and Summer ends. There is much planning that they must do, to help their garden flowers make it through.<br /><br />So do turn on the music as you read my poem below. <br /><br />"When Does Winter Start? A Flower Fairy Called Out-and When Does Summer End?"<br /><br />When does<br />When does Winter start?<br />A fragile fairy<br />stood against the wind of Fall<br />and protested its coming.<br />Day Lily had worried about her timing.<br />Her flowers<br />had not been carefully covered<br />as yet<br />fore she simply could not accept their sleeping.<br />She would miss them so<br />in their repose.<br />She desperately needed more time<br />to savour their loveliness<br />and note their stems green lines.<br />The clock was surely ticking.<br />That's what legends and myths<br />charted<br />on the surface of her scrapbook<br />and noted by her<br />as not to be missed.<br /><br />Poor little fairy<br />poor little dear<br />she wanted her treasures<br />to last and last<br />forever.<br /><br />When does Fall start?<br />Another fairy in the garden sang forth<br />not realizing it was already there<br />losing time to gather leaves<br />to cover her hydrangeas<br />allowing them to rest<br />till springtime<br />the next calendar year.<br />She had lost track of time<br />I guess.<br />With so much to do<br />a gardens care taking<br />she exclaimed<br />was never quite through.<br /><br />Poor little fairy<br />poor little dear.<br />she wanted her treasures<br />to last and last<br />forever.<br /><br />Oh! When does Spring start again?<br />I miss it so!<br />Said a magical creature with wings.<br />It seems my fellow angels have been sleeping<br />as they worried bout the cold sting<br />that Fall<br />then Winter brings.<br />Wake up I say<br />as little seedlings poke their heads<br />above the dried up leaves<br />that had covered them<br />in their seasonal sleep.<br /><br />OH! Poor little fairies<br />poor little dears.<br />They wanted her treasures<br />to last and last<br />forever.<br /><br />When does Summer start?<br />Tis a flower fairies ball<br />as they dance on clouds like feathers<br />and send their secret calls.<br />Butterflies and honey bees<br />dragonflies and ladybugs<br />all decorate their days<br />for flowers fairies to cheer<br /><br />and love.<br />Sunshiny smiles<br />from every human child<br />as they chime along with the magic<br />of a flowers faeries call.<br /><br />And then?<br />It all begins again.<br />For another spring winged creature<br />frets along the creek<br />saying when should I start planning for Winter<br />and oh when will Summer then end?<br />Tis such a pitiful rhyme<br />for a fairy counting time<br />and drumming up the courage to say<br />when is the last day<br />of Summer?<br /><br />And oh, oh my<br />poor little fairies<br />poor little dears<br />Who only wanted their treasures<br />to last and last<br />forever.<br /><br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />Copyright 2009Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-54501233992855931452009-04-22T08:23:00.000-07:002009-04-22T09:52:30.061-07:00"What Causes Us to Decide That One Day - This Day - We Will Do Better?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DwG8KctC5TUCXLc6Ukw-tSLb0PbrbeVppE4Usho5q6cjLNQsl1KeK_jmF9ca71YTjPwRr9_UieAmzP0V6u2S2czqxAyKBUrBb-Mi3aGN45l_NCAkkgWMlXAeTuB3q4DUBVko0VCfLqA/s1600-h/A2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DwG8KctC5TUCXLc6Ukw-tSLb0PbrbeVppE4Usho5q6cjLNQsl1KeK_jmF9ca71YTjPwRr9_UieAmzP0V6u2S2czqxAyKBUrBb-Mi3aGN45l_NCAkkgWMlXAeTuB3q4DUBVko0VCfLqA/s400/A2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327537641139500882" /></a><br /><br /><br />Miracles are everywhere... if we notice them. We are effected by them or not. We are motivated by them, or not. What causes us to wake up one morning and know that things will be different, that today we will indeed approach our goals. Expect the brush of life to meets your dreams, on a canvas of miracles. Why not? Why decide that dreams being met, are for other people?<br /><br />"What Causes Us to Decide That One Day - This Day - We Will Do Better?"<br /><br />What changes us?<br /><br />What makes us decide one day<br /> that this day <br />we will do better?<br /><br />This day <br />we will meet our goals.<br />This day <br />we will smile on everything <br />as if we were seeing it for the first time.<br />This day<br />we will take time out <br />for our own selves.<br />This day<br />we will climb that emotional mountain <br />that seemed inconceivable <br />yesterday.<br />This day<br />we will do what we had only hoped<br />we would do the day before.<br /><br />This day we will FLY.<br /><br />Within this very second <br />we will find what was missing<br />caused us to hesitate<br />one breath before.<br /><br />We miss the serendipity of life <br />sometimes. <br />We plan <br />and fret <br />and spin our wheels. <br /><br />Sometimes we miss <br />that our dreams are being fulfilled <br />right in front of us <br />and we walk past them. <br /><br />We work hard to meet our goals <br />but fall short of noticing <br />that 'spectacular' <br />is within reach<br />and oft times all around us. <br /><br />Why not I accept spectacular things happening? <br />Why not? <br />Why not see excellence?<br />It truly is all around us.<br /><br />Within every morning there is a sunrise<br />and the evening brings the colors<br />of a well spent day of a sunset.<br />The moon is right there in its place<br />blessed by a zillion stars.<br /><br />Stars shine and twinkle<br />within the very same galaxy <br />stars turn in opposite directions<br />as if to secure their individuality.<br /><br />Looking onto a landscape <br />off in the distance <br />mountains take on a purple hue.<br />Trees and plants awaken with the change of season.<br />Rivers move toward the ocean<br />wildlife is as healthy as we care to make it.<br />What an opportunity.<br /><br />Expect the brush of life<br />to meets your dreams on canvas of miracles.<br />Why not? <br />Why decide that dreams being met <br />are for other people? <br />Mentors come into our lives <br />to show us the way.<br />We stretch our minds and hearts<br />or not.<br /><br />Today can be a spectacular <br />as YOU want it to be,<br />simply by noticing<br />and listening to your heart.<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen <br />22 April 2009<br /><br />"Euphoria" 36x48 oil on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen. <br /><br />If you are interested in the original contact Monkdogz Urban Art <a href="http://www.monkdogz.com">http://www.monkdogz.com</a><br /><br /> <br />Prints of this image are available through AllPosters.com <a href="http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?CID=C8EA57FACEDB402F8693535408DF5AC9&PPID=1&apnum=1852471&search=98682&f=c&FindID=98682&SearchID=&startat=/getposter.asp">http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?CID=C8EA57FACEDB402F8693535408DF5AC9&PPID=1&apnum=1852471&search=98682&f=c&FindID=98682&SearchID=&startat=/getposter.asp</a><br /><br />It is also on Amazon.. but you would have to look that one up... smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-26426380128520746782009-03-21T11:49:00.000-07:002009-03-21T11:54:38.552-07:00"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQB7E3lWYqYgygn6q2j1o0CGw771YkBBAMotP_ZNAIUWBd-5MyvWasSDZArfEEJ6Q2-TJZpXgb7d4jWtYbGd6AVy2xK4kHBIhhzJi4m2fRT3790UBVK0DOyo0VfAqjmspSoN3JDX8zKM/s1600-h/IMG_2934+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQB7E3lWYqYgygn6q2j1o0CGw771YkBBAMotP_ZNAIUWBd-5MyvWasSDZArfEEJ6Q2-TJZpXgb7d4jWtYbGd6AVy2xK4kHBIhhzJi4m2fRT3790UBVK0DOyo0VfAqjmspSoN3JDX8zKM/s400/IMG_2934+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315715620482091458" /></a><br /><br />"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"<br /><br />I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.<br />I savour those moments with you <br />when we both felt it on our skin.<br /><br />I still treasure all those antics of yours<br />the tunes you danced to<br />when you thought I was not looking.<br />I stroke those lines.<br /><br />My tongue swells<br />and I anticipate the very color of your touch.<br /><br />Secrets about you keep me awake at night.<br />I keep them jars along with useless glitter<br />and dried out baby roses<br />blessed pink whenever I am sad.<br /><br />I am hoping you will write back<br />if indeed my measures rhyme between your fingers. <br />I am this moments advocate.<br /><br />I painted the plaster meant to block out smiles<br />giving them another mystery.<br />No worrying about slow souls<br />reaching for exits<br />who cares after all?<br />I have my feelings intact for you<br />nothing will ever change that.<br /><br />I hear the shape of your shadow<br />and I am bewildered<br />forever stunned <br />that you remember me when I miss you.<br /><br />I'll send lilacs through a windmill<br />sift out all those pleasure stealers<br />who pretend to not understand.<br /><br />Oh my love<br />I will always treasure the view that fills your eyes<br />And when I miss you<br />in those middle of the night hours<br />as I hear your breath sleeping<br />I will reach over for you with my longing<br />stroke your forehead<br />and let you rest beside me.<br /><br />Oh yes<br />I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.<br />I savour those moments with you <br />and within that magic <br />I will always love you.<br /> <br /> ~~*~~ <br />Kathy Ostman-Magnsen<br />21 March 2009<br />Copyright 2009<br /><br />The image is of my painting "For Isa" 18x24 oil on canvas<br /><br />I am represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, NY If you are interested in purchasing ORIGINAL art contact Bob Hogge, Marinia Hadley or Sebastian: http://www.monkdogz.com<br /><br />~~*~~Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-17716019453157630822009-01-31T12:19:00.000-08:002009-01-31T12:25:01.089-08:00Scorpion Drawings-There's a Lot to Consider-Scorpions Can Have FIVE Sets of Eyes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsA2vb59w3cJGUc6Xs0AIsB5BSlbZ_IeV0dlmB9tFW1gsMIMTR4ivlM29awOU4t7XuxvdiGBOflKmPd-t5e-J9uevJihda5U3i__VndgE4Qw1JUJ9u_821ARhGuvUFyagrcSIFAgB4ZN4/s1600-h/IMG_2859+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsA2vb59w3cJGUc6Xs0AIsB5BSlbZ_IeV0dlmB9tFW1gsMIMTR4ivlM29awOU4t7XuxvdiGBOflKmPd-t5e-J9uevJihda5U3i__VndgE4Qw1JUJ9u_821ARhGuvUFyagrcSIFAgB4ZN4/s400/IMG_2859+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297556148967958962" /></a><br /><br /><br />Scorpion Drawings-There's a Lot to Consider-Scorpions Can Have FIVE Sets of Eyes!<br /><br />Below is a little poem I wrote about 'how to draw a scorpion'. When one draws anything at all one must consider all the facets of their subject, that includes scorpion drawings as much as it would sketching a face or a flower or anything at all. You need to become familiar with your subject in order to do a decent job. When I researched scorpions I was surprised to discover that they can have up to FIVE sets of extra eyes. Wow.<br /><br />Scorpion drawings<br />a lot to consider<br />two thousand species<br />in waiting for their portraits?<br />Oof... I shiver! <br /><br />I can see it now...<br />Scorpions standing in line<br />some with their tail reaching<br />beseeching <br />those with no sketching <br />spine.<br /><br />Drawings of scorpions <br />waiting to be done<br />but which scor-pi-on?<br />Those under rocks <br />those sneaky guys<br />under rocks<br />or in holes <br />hiding from the sun?<br /><br />Their body<br />mostly in two parts <br />the head and the belly<br />a drawing begins<br />lightly<br />till it pleases me<br />or I'm silly.<br /><br />Two eyes<br />properly placed<br />on their durable skin<br />yet oh and alas<br />that's not where their eyes end!<br />Along the sides<br />a word <br />to the 'not' so wise<br />a scorpion sees<br />with up to FIVE pair of eyes!<br /><br />Four pair of walking arms<br />with hooks <br />that give us all<br />alarm.<br />while walking <br />to meet their prey <br />with their venom<br />injecting barb.<br /><br />Living from age 4 to 25<br />nocturnal creatures<br />love the dark <br />so from sunlight hide.<br /><br />They crush their prey <br />or inject them<br />paralyze<br />with neurotoxic venom<br />so please <br />be wise<br />when scorpion drawings<br />are calling you nigh.<br /><br />No worries though<br />for humans?<br />Scorpions are relatively harmless.<br />A little numbness<br />might come<br />except I say <br />except for some...<br />Be mindful of those death-stalkers<br />no standing still<br />and no talkin'<br />be on your way!<br /><br />One last thing <br />that you should know<br />Scorpions are also known to glow<br />Yes that's right <br />so draw some light<br />on your scorpion drawings<br />late at night.<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />copyright 2009<br /><br />~~*~~<br />My painting above is not a scorpion drawing obviously! It is called "The Secret" and is a 36x48 oil on canvas.<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-60181188655211609152009-01-07T09:47:00.000-08:002009-01-07T09:55:07.957-08:00"Drawing Women Warriors in the Dark-Pain Can Form an Elegant Journey"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKdMd8W3U-Iv9pNBpbvwsyBYiFH1DwZnkFTwUbCesHyGknwfrVhqmNmgYiuTSaQdz4Q4IzacUc0c2uKeqYC664V8yOSrLKisvbtG4FzHL00xW_DO-uy2dIs6QfDb3RyoE4APH5Urst1U/s1600-h/IMG_1290+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKdMd8W3U-Iv9pNBpbvwsyBYiFH1DwZnkFTwUbCesHyGknwfrVhqmNmgYiuTSaQdz4Q4IzacUc0c2uKeqYC664V8yOSrLKisvbtG4FzHL00xW_DO-uy2dIs6QfDb3RyoE4APH5Urst1U/s400/IMG_1290+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288610726635068994" /></a><br />"Primal Block Party 1" 9-3x3x2 oil on canvas blocks. Contact my rep Bob Hogge at Monkdogz Urban Art, New York, <a href="http://www.monkdogz.com">http://www.monkdogz.com</a> if you with to purchase this piece or other original art of mine.<br /><br />"Drawing Women Warriors in the Dark-Pain Can Form an Elegant Journey"<br /><br />I reach for my pen<br />drawing women warriors<br />in the dark<br />hoping that I might become one<br />hoping I might slay that dragon<br />or at the very least define him.<br /><br />Pain can form an elegant journey<br />beautiful<br />mature<br />in the end<br />despite the frailties<br />and longings for normalcy.<br />Within this walk<br />pain can bring either chaos<br />or resolutions.<br />Twigs are found<br />under the wings of birds<br />that plan well.<br /><br />I have emerged from the mire<br />placed my tongue on raindrops<br />closed my eyes when senses exploded<br />bathed myself in numbness<br />at times<br />just to cope.<br /><br />This pain<br />this sadness<br />this walk<br />that so often gropes<br />and feels for me<br />in the dark<br />arises<br />well past promised rainbows.<br />Quietness seems to glare there<br />despite hobbled notations<br />of finding some tune to dance to.<br /><br />Oft times I feel a presence...<br />beautiful older women<br />behind gates that don't open.<br />Slipping into another time<br />events of smelling history<br />and neatly pulled back curtains.<br />I am wounded by slivers from pale entrances.<br />I blow them kisses<br />hoping I survive<br />never clearly understanding the moral.<br /><br />I am coated in black.<br />Or is it a tune of yellow?<br />A ribbon for my own soul<br />transfered onto a glass sidewalk<br />lest I forget my lessons.<br />Wouldn't you think I'd know them by now?<br /><br />Pack them away<br />those diaries that boast no claims for sainthood.<br />Be positive<br />quote other people's words<br />and gain their wealth<br />of...<br />of...?<br /><br />It is within this small second<br />that I take note of being happy.<br />I guess at times I expect it to be continual.<br />Mud blocks stand before the door<br />and me.<br />Yet, I will pass them by.<br />They are just the ways of childhood<br />bullied by fears<br />of never holding oneself close enough.<br /><br />Such an elegant journey<br />pain<br />translucent<br />when held up to the light.<br /><br />Painted now<br />those drawings of women warriors<br />painted with the blood of vacant smiles.<br />I'd always hoped to induce more.<br />Perhaps time will uncover a broader narrative.<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />copyright 2009<br /><br />~~*~~Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-15940607276354722062008-08-31T14:28:00.000-07:002008-10-26T18:55:04.995-07:00"Duplicating Snowflakes and Other Signs of Rain - Can Lily Escape? The Saga of Lily Goes On"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcDet_5W35tYDFGMfDh-LOuBfLa1Xwd4pzsOG-YY9hRSwh40lS4UtJsuftFa6QNi1-CGm88WR_g40LpjFfHGrDk0R-Zt9HJWL-IwxoNm9k8Xigy2pPH9J2DG3ZkCuCFcfZ5yZvRWxx-w/s1600-h/Victorian+5a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcDet_5W35tYDFGMfDh-LOuBfLa1Xwd4pzsOG-YY9hRSwh40lS4UtJsuftFa6QNi1-CGm88WR_g40LpjFfHGrDk0R-Zt9HJWL-IwxoNm9k8Xigy2pPH9J2DG3ZkCuCFcfZ5yZvRWxx-w/s400/Victorian+5a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240812643267394306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB-Kt0Y9slMo7LzZ8to61AKEGl6lCNB9-3QHoHLPvm7XPbdZ1AtFips_xDh56L301-IkOp5wH6RIPnmbBsRz9rMTvrlWr6Ee8DIRtA86Mvg1KAHCsH_WNWjvOfdWo8NBOvFuEfCkcxAg/s1600-h/Victorian+7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB-Kt0Y9slMo7LzZ8to61AKEGl6lCNB9-3QHoHLPvm7XPbdZ1AtFips_xDh56L301-IkOp5wH6RIPnmbBsRz9rMTvrlWr6Ee8DIRtA86Mvg1KAHCsH_WNWjvOfdWo8NBOvFuEfCkcxAg/s400/Victorian+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240812643368715010" /></a><br /><br />No need to worry about Lily. <br />Walk here along this splendid path, <br />one careless step<br />is as good as the other, <br />if you don't envision an outcome. <br />No tears can measure any sense of travel, <br />when one does not know the road. <br />New places lose their value,<br />without a reassurance of home.<br /><br />So the two paintings are mine of course, <br />"Camille 1 and 2" 18x24 oils on canvas.<br />They are part of my "Victorian Series"<br /><br />I confess that it would take A LOT for me to paint in this fashion again. I am more interested at this point in impressionism. I am also concentrating more on a more raw sense of thinking. Ahh stretching that bottled up person in me that could only follow rules and then worry that they were not followed close enough.. enough of that.. onward!<br /><br />"Duplicating Snowflakes and Other Signs of Rain - Can Lily Escape? <br />The Saga of Lily Goes On"<br /><br />White gauze on her eyes<br />taking hostage of her thinking<br />bandages over her mind<br />listless...<br />she fell.<br /><br />Someone whispered to me,<br />"She will not fall far<br />no<br />not far at all.<br />No need to worry about Lily.<br />Walk here<br />along this splendid path<br />one careless step <br />is as good as the other<br />if you don't envision an outcome.<br />Sadness lends a soulful journey"<br /><br />I think of her unending now<br />the undoing of Lily.<br />Lily<br />neglected in the dark.<br />Me with my jewel-less crown<br />who did I think I was?<br />How could I have trusted <br />listened <br />to anyone else?<br />Wasn't she mine for the caring?<br />Wasn't it me she trusted?<br /><br />One by one<br />the monsters surfaced<br />and Lily <br />could not fend them off<br />her mouth filled with cotton.<br />A giant squid surfaced<br />pulled at her energy<br />down<br />into caves <br />without openings.<br />Her treasured creativity<br />inside the deepest sea.<br /><br />I cried and screamed,<br />I pulled my hair<br />and ran to the shoreline.<br />"Oh god Lily <br />wait for me!<br />If resurrection be possible<br />I will cause you to float toward saints<br />pull away those scathing tentacles <br />let me<br />please<br />instill breath in you again.<br />Oh Lily <br />forgive me."<br /><br />No tears can measure any sense of travel<br />when one does not know the road.<br />New places lose their value<br />without a reassurance of home.<br />When I think of all those masks<br />that I agreed to toss<br />away<br />ohhh.<br />I stripped us both of shelters<br />from beating days of rain.<br />Oh Lily<br />I will stand in prayer<br />although I have no hands.<br /><br />The dragon changed his mind<br />he beckoned me in a lie<br />a pitiful story I had believed in.<br />I thought he was grooming me<br />that I would know a certain light<br />but before I recognized his presence<br />was evil<br />I had lost my way.<br /><br />Restless in my heart<br />my soul torn to shreds<br />pieces bleeding only black and white<br />the colors had indeed abandoned us <br />both.<br /><br />I was only sleeping<br />distracted by orchids<br />who sang tunes <br />of contemplative searches<br />for memories past ours<br />those ones that birth <br />unmatched miracles.<br />I was only praying<br />for a lighter day<br />I failed to see the sunshine <br />was already here. <br /><br />"Oh Lily <br />let me find a softer letter<br />you remember that contract <br />don't you?<br />The out clause?<br />I know it is hidden away<br />somewhere.<br />I fixed it in that snowflake<br />the one we tried to measure?<br />You remember<br />don't you?<br /><br />Not to worry<br />Lily<br />someone whispers in the wind.<br />I have my pallet filled now.<br />No, not with colors<br />but with moons.<br />No matter what Lily<br />I promise you<br />I will wait on Winter<br />no matter how long it takes<br />to find that snowflakes duplicate<br />OK?"<br /><br />And with those words of mine<br />Lily<br />feeling the rain<br />simply faded away.<br /><br />31 August 2008<br />Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br /><br /><br />~~*~~<br /><br />The Images are of my paintings "Camille 1" and Camille ll" both are 18x24 oil on<br />canvas. They are part of my "Victorian Series" Camille is a real person that I knew<br />from long ago. She was an extremely sensitive little girl, which is why I painted<br />her. I rented costumes and created a tea party for her mother, sister and a foreign<br />exchange student from France,who stayed with me that Summer. I chose these paintings<br />because "Lily" is the inner child. <br /><br />~~*~~<br /><br />ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen <br /><br />I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map fairy tale adventures. I dream of<br />beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women. My career has ALWAYS been art. It<br />has up and downs, for creativity is a very tempestuous lover. Some days I hate it, <br />but I cannot help myself. I succumb to its relentless outbursts that include too many<br />colors to ignore. Not always perfect but always striving. <br /><br />I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Meditations of Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS,<br />taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was<br />considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications.<br />My paintings are collected worldwide. <br /><br />Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my<br />website:<br /><br /> <b> <a href="http://www.kathysart.com">http://www.kathysart.com </a> </b> <br /><br />Sign up for my mailing list:<b> FREE ART GIFTS </b> suitable for children: Drawings of<br />whimsical angel pictures, legends of mermaids and fairies in art. Tiny angels whisper<br />fantasy art for shrink art, or coloring pages. Also a "Letter From the Tooth Fairy",<br />ya just never know when you might need one! <br /><br />I am Represented by:<br /><br />Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc., 547 West 27th Street, 5th floor, New York, NY 10001<br /><br />ORIGINAL ART may be purchased through Monkdogz<br /><br /><a href="http://monkdogz.com/chelseagallery/artistart/Magnusen/artist_magnusen.htm">http://monkdogz.com/chelseagallery/artistart/Magnusen/artist_magnusen.htm</a><br /><br />Check out one of my 73 Squidoo lenses: Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art:<br /><br /><b> <a href="http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart<br />">http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart<br /></a> </b> <br /><br />(I am Lily, Lily is me, she may be you as well?)<br /><br />Aloha, Kathy<br /><br />~~*~~Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-60959479665105609872008-08-29T16:52:00.000-07:002008-08-29T17:10:16.566-07:00"From Inside An Open Grave My Lily Did Escape"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKv2pXfCq-j9hNnkJA3PafNhr12PXtPjIzDUJCWF-tBt9a4AgB76IJUVt9f6E_RiDOq-ClSv3fTdDlblEHqkcV-U-dPQ0Z0uPC9KzQpq8Na8bipVKTXWJy_agaULzhtwqGPzVebZOBvmk/s1600-h/BNudeIMG_1456.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKv2pXfCq-j9hNnkJA3PafNhr12PXtPjIzDUJCWF-tBt9a4AgB76IJUVt9f6E_RiDOq-ClSv3fTdDlblEHqkcV-U-dPQ0Z0uPC9KzQpq8Na8bipVKTXWJy_agaULzhtwqGPzVebZOBvmk/s400/BNudeIMG_1456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240095051675431234" /></a><br /><br />"From Inside An Open Grave My Lily did Escape"<br /><br />Lily opened her eyes from sleeping<br />lest death take her ore<br />and rob her of her own breath<br />this grave <br />opened up toward hope.<br />Remembering all<br />in conflict <br />wound or victory <br />thus<br />Lily spoke:<br /><br />"Let me be a snowflake<br />drift in the wind<br />connect with the atmosphere. <br />Solace <br />solace <br />floating till I reach another wound<br />past this one.<br />This one is too hard.<br /><br />Healing.<br />Let me know that space<br />no one around<br />freedom to dance over oceans<br />feet never even touching<br />its liquid whispers <br />at all.<br />Yes <br />I want to fly that high.<br />I don't care what you say.<br /><br />I met a sea lion once<br />he sang along with me<br />as I ran across the beach.<br />At first I felt afraid<br />as magic entered too close.<br />How could I possibly be that free?<br />And then?<br />I melted into it.<br />Not one other soul around<br />to deny me<br />my own tongue<br />worrisome <br />broken<br />setting boundaries<br />silent to forbidding <br />if only for a time.<br /><br />Am I strong enough<br />To get that back?<br />Does the breeze tell me I'm OK?<br />Am I thirsty enough<br />to stretch past my own clauses?<br />Am I visible<br />to me<br />at all?<br /><br />How black can the sea be?<br />How far is the sky?<br />Might I capture those stars?<br />How empty, how full<br />how long<br />how many times will I commit<br />to being my own self?<br /><br />Stars do turn in different directions<br />within their same galaxy.<br />Perhaps I am too judgmental.<br />Wouldn't that be OK <br />for me too?<br />Choices to not just embrace<br />but become their living shadows.<br /><br />The mystery combs my hair<br />cleans my body<br />brushes my teeth<br />scrapes every single barnacle <br />away<br />when I let it.<br /><br />How lonely is that dragon<br />or is he in fact<br />really OK?<br />Has he gone on to march in parades<br />under the sea<br />without me?<br />Is it really true <br />what doubters say?<br /><br />Silver Strand<br />forever glistening <br />I hear it still<br />and I need to <br />get back.<br /><br />There is a sandcastle there<br />the tide cannot overtake it<br />the magic forever saved<br />deep inside<br />my mind.<br />Dragons yes<br />they live forever.<br />And everyone else is a lier.<br /><br />In moment of doubt<br />transgressions plotted<br />It crossed my mind.<br />It's maybe true<br />what insecurities say<br />I might just be addicted<br />to every unknown fall.<br />Unsure<br />standing still I see them<br />attaching themselves to me<br />stubborn on my face<br />will I ever recognize my soul?<br />Will I ever come up for air?<br /><br />Masked recusers died in the Fall<br />I saw them changing<br />their minds.<br />All of those promises<br />dropping to the ground<br />brown<br />raked up<br />and burned before winter.<br />Singing<br />earthquakes come here too.<br /><br />I wanted to run<br />to that other side they talk about.<br />With blood in my ears<br />I realized<br />they were mistaken<br />plagued <br />by their own determination<br />that was actually indifference<br />to love.<br />Because<br />oh<br />they forgot to be kind.<br />I thought that was the message.<br /><br />No matter<br />a dragon awaits me<br />I felt him breathing<br />once<br />on the Silver Strand<br />Tis not a poor desert flower<br />in a jar. <br />No.<br />I set my table<br />candle lit<br />messages unmarred.<br />And each and every breath <br />I now take<br />reflects a sacred note.<br />My dragon lives forever<br />with in that grave and out."<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />28 August 2008<br /><br />My career has ALWAYS been art. It has up and downs, for creativity is a very tempestuous lover. Some days I hate it, but I cannot help myself. I succumb to its relentless outbursts that include too many colors to ignore. Not always perfect but always striving.<br /><br />Be sure to check out my Squidoo lens: Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art:<br /><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart<br />">http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart<br /></a><br /><br />Do you Twitter? Here is mine: <a href="http://twitter.com/kathysart">http://twitter.com/kathysart</a><br /><br />The image is "Bronze Nude 1" 24x36 oil on canvas. It can be found at Barebrush:<br /> <a href="http://www.barebrush.com/Artists/ALB43e.html">http://www.barebrush.com/Artists/ALB43e.html</a><br /><br />~~*~~Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-6912792142257036562008-07-23T18:02:00.000-07:002008-07-23T18:14:21.749-07:00"Sometimes I Feel Frozen - Bleeding Snow"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MSfWOXuhqef3cJnhpSrZcib08v_vBtrqYfVULfWRBJdQ3OcqruwrAPNFnWVd1-fwu6TgV2NkC9FTR2WI00sFdVxDEURB1sHWT25CSl2TCEETZyevbd7t4fW1WJ3ITkb0MNmEDzqycIc/s1600-h/p9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MSfWOXuhqef3cJnhpSrZcib08v_vBtrqYfVULfWRBJdQ3OcqruwrAPNFnWVd1-fwu6TgV2NkC9FTR2WI00sFdVxDEURB1sHWT25CSl2TCEETZyevbd7t4fW1WJ3ITkb0MNmEDzqycIc/s400/p9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226380612849127346" /></a><br /><br /><br />Frozen,<br />that is how I feel.<br />At times,<br />I am still haunted by our flaws,<br />together.<br /><br />Some people must take separate roads,<br />travel does not come easy,<br />despite what you thought,<br />I truly never blessed it.<br /><br />Evenings get cold,<br />sometimes, <br />still,<br />without breezes,<br />and oft times without breathing.<br /><br />You remember that song I wrote?<br />The one about ice on the sidewalk,<br />bleeding snow,<br />that's just the way I saw you,<br />as bleeding snow.<br />Yet, you never claimed that kind of ice.<br /><br />I write in the afternoons now,<br />no more pretending I don't,<br />no longer hiding scraps of paper,<br />on past due notes.<br /><br />No one is perfect,<br />that will always,<br />always be true.<br /><br />When I'm alone I send out apologies,<br />to passers by,<br />no matter they don't hear me.<br />I evoke social graces,<br />sentiments that may fall empty,<br />on a perfect stranger's deaf ears.<br />I owed you that much,<br />I am the first to say,<br />too little and way too late.<br /><br />Yet...<br />you never got it,<br />never heard,<br />never dreamed my dreams,<br />or wanted to.<br />Who would frame that kind of art?<br /><br />Being cold, <br />takes a long time to recover from.<br />Frozen statues in the dark,<br />if I look out past windows,<br />I still can see you.<br /><br />Frozen,<br />that is how I feel,<br />at times.<br />I am still haunted by our flaws,<br />together.<br />Yet standing still,<br />has given me...<br />wisdom,<br />despite my un-mending. <br /><br />I ask myself often,<br />what was I fleeing to?<br />If I stay very still,<br />not moving one single bit,<br />and feel the colors I now paint with?<br />I know.<br />http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif<br /><br />30 July 2008<br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />copyright 2008<br /><br /><br />The image is of my painting, "Sunset" 24x48 oil on canvas. It is from my "Passion Series" <br /><br />I am represented by Monkdogz Urban Art in New York <a href="http://www.monkdogz.com">http://www.monkdogz.com</a><br /><br />Check out one of my Squidoo lenses: Hawaiian Travel|Hawaiian Fun Food<br /><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/hawaiianartprints/<br />">http://www.squidoo.com/hawaiianartprints/<br /></a><br /><br />Aloha, Kathy<br /><br /><br />~~*~~<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-75126045033809820712008-07-19T10:50:00.000-07:002008-07-19T11:05:06.298-07:00Article Writing-Listing Top Seven is Heaven<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQz6gg7-Km_amz60DSol_0PNyaWdMNszQqO3WWm5u5_5mOi-IVUQ2ohQQH2-SeWgjdgMKi7MW-FcQGlk4UU8i4gOmrCCU6aDcDXz2S0B15gXInmoi_NTablxBkYaMnrz4JqFzlJeq4CuA/s1600-h/302f%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQz6gg7-Km_amz60DSol_0PNyaWdMNszQqO3WWm5u5_5mOi-IVUQ2ohQQH2-SeWgjdgMKi7MW-FcQGlk4UU8i4gOmrCCU6aDcDXz2S0B15gXInmoi_NTablxBkYaMnrz4JqFzlJeq4CuA/s400/302f%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224784437817836882" /></a><br /><br />Top 7 is heaven<br />that's what I've heard<br />ring out the bells<br />this tips not absurd.<br /><br />Article writing<br />make a list of top seven<br />pick out a subject<br />and present it with leaven.<br /><br />A plan is so useful<br />tools of the trade<br />follow a guideline <br />with your words to parade.<br /><br />Writing articles <br />to create a good following<br />thoughts that contribute <br />to readers is hallowing.<br /><br />Write those articles<br />come one and all<br />bring sales to your website<br />send out that call.<br /><br />To write is sublime<br />no excuses to clatter<br />aim for the sky<br />and stop all that chatter.<br /><br />Seven is heaven <br />that's what I've heard<br />now pay attention<br />to what I have learned.<br /><br />Chris Knight is right<br />his knowledge accepted<br />Seven's the number <br />to not be neglected.<br /><br />Keep up your standards<br />plenty of text<br />roll out those lines<br />and don't get rejected.<br /><br />Line up those thoughts<br />introduction in mind<br />then list your seven<br />a conclusion to find.<br /><br />Take your sweet time<br />do not whine<br />fingers to keyboard<br />forever sublime.<br /><br />Write those top tips <br />Seven or ten<br />organized thoughts<br />will bring a good end. <br /><br />Blog it, log it<br />set the stage<br />top tips of seven<br />will bring a new age.<br /><br />Apply yourself <br />and you will see<br />your efforts will soar<br />its revolutionary<br /><br />Discover new things<br />don't be a bore<br />writing new wisdom<br />will bring comments galore!<br /><br />No slackin' you're askin'?<br />Why no that's silly<br />write your articles<br />and make them a dilly.<br /><br />However you write <br />or despite all your plights<br />its writing, yes writing<br />that will give you delight.<br /><br />So onward young man<br />despite your said age<br />no fooling around<br />as you write the next page.<br /><br />Young ladies move forward<br />29 our said line<br />stay forever lovely<br />as you write in spare time.<br /><br />Onward writing soldiers<br />write and submit<br />and remember that seven<br />will make you legit.<br /><br />18 July 2008<br />Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />copyright 2008<br /><br />The image is a little painting I did of a frog.. well DA huh? I do a lot of little watercolor sketches just for fun. I paint them then put them in a shoe box. I do the same with my poems... put them in a pile.. yet with my poems and articles I also post them on my blogs and Ezine Articles which is the top ezine to post on. I have one poem on Ezine Articles that has had over 25K reads. Obviously that is more than I could get on any one of my zillion blogs. <br /><br />Happy day to you and if you are in New York be sure to stop by Monkdogz Urban Art who is showing my work in an International show called "Zepher". <a href="http://www.monkdogz.com">http://www.monkdogz.com</a><br /><br />Aloha, Kathy<br /><br />~~*~~<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-4840704032687885542008-01-06T16:04:00.000-08:002008-01-06T16:10:00.528-08:00A Dark Wanderer in a Free Obituary SearchA Dark Wanderer in a Free Obituary Search<br /><br />I think sometimes I'll discover me<br />dark wanderer<br />in a free obituary search.<br />I'll find that I have gone past here<br />and found a different now.<br /><br />Drawings of scorpions<br />and grim reaper drawings<br />gothic angel art?<br />I forgot to list their names.<br />I think it is because they sang<br />so darkly.<br /><br />Neon Blue slept here<br />I feared she would.<br />She got tired of all those noises. <br />She got tired of all the screams<br />that made havoc in her mind.<br />Projected inappropriately<br />past those midnight walls<br />Lily heard her<br />letting them come out.<br />Lily and I<br />in the dark holding hands.<br />And will hear those memories<br />forever.<br /><br />Grim reaper<br />grim reaper<br />on my walls<br />and in my bed<br />late at night <br />I hear you breathing.<br />Obituary searches found my name?<br />You have stained my heart<br />caused me forever to know sadness<br />despite tokens of good cheer <br />tiny angels will not rest here with ease.<br />Not for me and not for Lily<br />despite her well dressed protests.<br /><br /><br />It is with sadness<br />colored with regret<br />I hear her<br />and yet dear Lily<br />tiny angel<br />will forever point toward stars. <br />In the light I see her<br />still hopeful.<br />I always have. <br /><br />And yet..<br />Moans come from the closet still.<br />I want to drag them out<br />wrap them in a blanket<br />suffocate their need of me<br />tie them to the other side <br />of somewhere I can't find again.<br />I want to become cold<br />become a calloused word.<br /><br />Lily won't speak of it to her<br />she would not recall it anyway<br />not an honest story she'd remember.<br />Perfect not to admit to.<br />Who would?<br />I will hold back all those tainted fields.<br />No daisies<br />no roses planted with care<br />no little ponds I wished I could maintain<br />that would love me back<br />and lend comfort to a little girl.<br /><br />In times of weakness<br />Yes, I think sometimes I'll discover me<br />dark wanderer<br />in a free obituary search.<br />I'll find that I have gone past here<br />and found a different now<br />yet I know one thing more<br />secrets shared<br />I will always find peace in Lily's arms.<br /><br /><br />copyright 2008<br />Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Unlock Creativity|Critical Thinking Creative Writing Active Reading=Great Art <br /><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/createart/">http://www.squidoo.com/createart/</a><br /><br />Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art:<br /><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart<br />">http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart<br /></a><br /><br />Hawaiian Travel|Hawaiian Fun Food<br /><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/hawaiianartprints/<br />">http://www.squidoo.com/hawaiianartprints/<br /></a><br /><br />Kathy's ACEO on Squidoo:<br /><a href=" http://www.squidoo.com/kathysaceo"> http://www.squidoo.com/kathysaceo</a><br /><a href="http://www.squidoo.com/kathysaceo">http://www.squidoo.com/kathysaceo</a><br /><br />Fantasy Art|Artwork in a Butterfly Garden|Legend of Pegasus|Fantasy Poetry:<br /><a href=" http://www.squidoo.com/legendofpegasus/<br />"> http://www.squidoo.com/legendofpegasus/<br /></a><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-35696179174346502142007-12-26T11:41:00.000-08:002007-12-26T11:43:35.651-08:00Songs I've Written----------------------------<br /><br />"Speak Of The Devil"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />Where do you go<br />when you're not with me?<br />Who do you see<br />when you're not seeing me?<br />Who do you smile at<br />with those eyes... that I<br />wish I never knew?<br /><br />2)<br />Who grew the flowers<br />in the vase on your table?<br />Who props your pillow<br />and strokes all your moods?<br />Who is the one<br />you stare off in the distance to?<br />Who is the one<br />you leave here for?<br /><br />Chorus:<br />I weave a little token<br />a blanket made of smoke<br />as the colors touch each other<br />I remember<br />the fire<br /><br />3)<br />Who do I run to<br />when the road leads black?<br />Where do I surface<br />when hell freezes over?<br />Bleeding out passions<br />that I knew<br />once<br />Well... speak of the devil<br />Sphere of the devil<br />oh Babe it's you<br /><br /><br />---------------------------<br /><br />"I Fall For You"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />You could have had my soul for free<br />Never needed to pay<br />just to be here with me.<br />You always had a way<br />Roses for breakfast<br />and sleeping 'til noon<br />You...<br />me with you.<br /><br />2)<br />You ask me how my life<br />could decay this way.<br />You never realized it was you<br />who<br />brought me to<br />this place<br />this place<br /><br />Break:<br />I fall in love each time<br />I smell roses in June<br />I think of you<br />I remember your eyes<br />when the wind blows free<br />each time<br />your eyes on mine.<br />But this time<br />you left crumbs on the bed<br />and half filled glasses<br />of the cheapest wine<br />me<br />and the wine<br />left behind<br />with the things you said<br />I was hoping<br />I was hoping<br />you never meant.<br />Your eyes<br />I fall in love each time.<br /><br />------------------------<br /><br /><br />"Neon Blue"<br /><br />1) She seemed a walking wound,<br />a howl inside the moon.<br />Her colors mingled to an empty space,<br />a silent shattered tune.<br />Such plans amoung us,<br />we hardly recognized,<br />our host of bright lights,<br />had passed and left her prime.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Do you want to dance 'til noon<br />and fly across the moon?<br />Do you want to dance 'til noon<br />and follow Neon Blue?<br /><br />And she cried Hold me,<br />hold me 'til my final hour.<br />Hold me,<br />hold me through the night.<br /><br />2) My teeth chatter,<br />a warm day cold,<br />and in a moment,<br />just for comfort,<br /><br />I reach for anything old<br />and hold it close,<br />all those sentimental tunes of Neon Blue.<br />------------------------<br />"Miles Away"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />Chorus: It rains miles away, miles and miles away<br />It rains miles away, miles and miles away<br /><br />1)<br />I don't want to steal your dreams away.<br />I don't want my presence to intrude...<br />on you.<br />I used a compass to find this place.<br />I used the moon to guide me through<br />your moods.<br />You say...<br />you're only miles away.<br /><br />2)<br />She smiled and said, "Well yes I know,<br />there's an element that seems to grow,<br />in all of us.<br />I think you've learned<br />to talk very far.<br />You give the feeling that your sorrow never ends,<br />but it's not as if the rain didn't fall here too,<br />when it fell on you."<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />3)<br />There is an element of conscience,<br />that keeps blowing thru cool winds,<br />and I think if you don't stop to listen,<br />I might lose before I win.<br />New things are hard to handle.<br />It's unclear of what's to gain,<br />But after all<br />its' like you say<br />you're only miles away.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />-----------------------<br />"It Smells Like Silence"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />It smells like silence<br />The kind where no one cares<br />Your clothes are filled with the fragrance<br />of someone who left<br />If I wash them for you<br />will the memories be removed?<br />Or has all the fighting<br />that suffocates the loving<br />worn the deeper groove?<br /><br />2)<br />It smells like silence<br />and isn't silence cold?<br />the ribbons have unraveled<br />no future to hold<br />A hint of life discarded<br />you packed and sent away<br />tidy little sentiments<br />of warmer days<br /><br />Break:<br />I suppose I could wash these clothes<br />and no one will ever know<br />Only you ... for the fragrance will be gone<br />But then there's all that silence left behind<br />miles of better dreams and saner songs<br />mingled with the scenes of loveless eyes<br /><br />It smells like silence<br />the kind where no one cares.<br /><br />--------------------------------------<br /><br />"Mystie"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />There are places<br />that you've never been to<br />There are spaces<br />where you'll never go<br />There are passions<br />waiting to be lived yet<br />Mystie I know<br /><br />chorus:<br />Mystie I know (four times in background)<br />When the rain falls<br />cold on my shoulder<br />Mystie I know (three times)<br /><br />2)<br />Vacant eyes hold<br />tears that rest silent<br />faces scatter<br />a child needs to grow<br />and the wounded<br />continue their struggle<br />Mystie I know<br /><br />chorus<br /><br />"I Grasp A Circle"<br /><br />(a song)<br /><br />I touch the wind inside my eyes<br />I grasp a circle and I hold it tight<br />I close the door<br />and I form a simple key<br />to keep me in here<br />and you<br />out there<br /><br />If there are other circles to the day<br />better memories on display<br />will you help me<br />to unwind them?<br />I'm bound to see them<br />don't you think<br />If I ponder on the moment long enough<br /><br />Does time cease<br />do memories?<br /><br />You may not use my memories<br />You may not misconstrue<br />because as they're unfolded<br />they are me<br />of course<br />and not you<br /><br />*******************************************<br />---------------------<br />"Princess Hurry"<br /><br />On this night<br />She took her eyes from the clear flight<br />buried her dreams in a sons light<br />wrapped up in patriots marching.<br /><br />Approaching<br />the turbulent sound of a peace dove<br />handed her fate with a white glove<br />that hastily captured the moment.<br /><br />....Hurry ....... hurry...<br /><br />And truly<br />white doves were made to be trusted<br />stories were meant to be ended<br />she had her cause<br />she pretended<br /><br />Her dreams<br />focused on whole hearted ventures<br />always her lover would enter<br />climb up the mountain<br />and take her.<br /><br />.....Hurry.... hurry .....<br /><br />I think<br />clouds should be noticed as dark signs<br />.... no time to waste<br />....so I'll....<br />......hurry<br />climb to the mountain<br />no time to waste<br />....hurry<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />(in soft voices in the background... continual)<br />No time to waste so I'll rescue the Princess<br />Hurry...... hurry<br /><br />------------------------<br />"Without Blinking"<br /><br />Last night I dreamed it<br />I hope it's not true<br />the shelter for many<br />had grown to quite few<br />No resting spaces<br />and no quiet time<br />they're closing up our borders<br />and standing by their lines<br />hoping the few who're left standing<br />will die<br />in little time<br /><br />Oh my God<br />we're killing thousands<br />without thinking at all<br />Oh my God<br />we're killing thousands<br />without blinking<br /><br />Some people have no faces<br />they live with withered hearts<br />they sing "Amazing Grace" only<br />because they know their parts<br /><br />In a hungry lost world<br />it's not enough to say<br />I go to church on Sundays<br />and before I eat I pray<br />-----------------------<br />" Till Time Is Right"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />We sat at the kitchen table<br />as her tears most freely fell.<br />She said she'd like to tell me<br />of a friend she'd never met.<br />Her husband had left years ago<br />upon her own request.<br />but since that time she's been alone<br />and alone is a lonely plan.<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />'Till time is right<br />'till time is right<br />we only have one life to live<br />but still the rules apply.<br />We'll wait<br />'till the time is right<br /><br />2)<br />She had spied a stranger<br />while sitting in the sun.<br />The moment that their eyes locked<br />she felt her soul<br />undone.<br />A friend had planned a dinner<br />to introduce their lives.<br />Formal invitations<br />she waited<br />'till the time was right.<br /><br />3)<br />One night she was out driving<br />along a lone ravine.<br />A car crash did seem suspect<br />a car that she had seen.<br />And when she called<br />and asked her friend<br />if what she feared was true<br />she said that yes..<br />he left a note to say<br />I'm lonely too.<br /><br />Bridge:<br /><br />Who knows why or when we'll meet again.<br />If we'll crawl or if we'll fly.<br />But I know one thing<br />that's clear<br />fell from my mother's eyes.<br /><br />------------------------<br /><br />"Where to Begin'<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />Complex emotions<br />tight fisted seas<br />turn around<br />be found<br />in a circle of hostilities.<br />Up in the air<br />no one cares<br />be free.. to be<br />anywhere.<br /><br />I can't tell you all that you need to know to do<br />but I can tell you that the road goes through.<br />I can tell you what I mean<br />from my soul.<br />I can tell you<br />and you need to know...<br /><br />So I can breath... again.<br /><br />I fell in... to where to begin.<br />I fell in... to start again.<br /><br />I need to breath... again.<br /><br />Hand me those pages of notes<br />that I've told you.<br />Tell me the story.. though old.<br />I fell in<br />to the path overgrown<br />I fell in<br />to where to begin.<br /><br />I need to breath... again.<br /><br />--------------------------<br /><br />"Kuamoo Road"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />There is a man who waits<br />at the stem of Kuamoo Road<br />and he is waiting<br />for his life<br />to begin.<br /><br />There is a woman who sits in the dark<br />and she drinks all alone,<br />she is waiting for<br />her life<br />to end.<br /><br />I stand alone<br />in shadows<br />and I sketch out their frames<br />sitting near<br />in the secret<br />of disguise.<br /><br />I'll be a lilac<br />be at least a petal<br />or an amaranth<br />in their wake<br />I will treasure all<br />the lessons found<br />as I fly<br />so very far away.<br /><br />Feb. 2000<br />Imperial Beach, CA<br /><br />------------------------<br /><br />"Break Not Your Heart"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />There will be times<br />and treasures I've known,<br />there will be rivers<br />melted from snow.<br /><br />2)<br />There will be dreams<br />attached to autumn leaves,<br />there will be springtime<br />and reasons to flee.<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />And break not your heart<br />hold back the wounds<br />however inflicted<br />they were not meant for you.<br /><br />3)<br />There will be seas<br />only airplanes and ships adorn<br />there will be silence<br />for a sorrow too worn.<br /><br />4)<br />There will be sighs<br />as the ruler points wrong<br />yet... there will be comfort<br />in the rainbow of song.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Break:<br /><br />Time passes by<br />I plot to hear you call<br />and yet I know why<br />and have accepted it all.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />1996 Kauai<br /><br />----------------------------<br /><br />"Gecko Song"<br /><br />1)<br />Gecko gecko on the ceiling<br />waiting for that special feeling. Turned his head and he smiled at me<br />as I lied down and watched TV.<br />Then he gave a little sigh<br />as he dropped his do do in my eye.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Isn't that the way things go (2 times)<br /><br />2)<br />I watched a man walk past my window<br />head turned down<br />he was on the go.<br />He never looked up<br />to view the sky<br />but he'll never know do do<br />in his eye.<br /><br />He'd say,<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Isn't that the way things go (2 times)<br /><br />Heads up, stand up, get in line<br />move out, get out, watch the signs.<br />If you move through life<br />and ignore the view<br />you'll never know<br />what geckos do<br /><br />Say now,<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Isn't that the way things go (2 times)<br /><br />--------------------------<br /><br />"So Goes The Time"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />Dreams encircle my mind<br /><br />live up to promises<br /><br />stolen by time... take back the time<br /><br />when dreams were young and you were mine.<br /><br />Slide into shadow and waves<br /><br />remembered by some<br /><br />some.... who were young<br /><br />remember the time, remember the time?<br /><br />chorus:<br /><br />Cherish the simple<br /><br />the mood in my stead<br /><br />reach out to love songs<br /><br />stroking your breath.<br /><br />I will be there<br /><br />in all that you do<br /><br />in all that you dream<br /><br />and don't follow thru.<br /><br />Dreams collide or abide<br /><br />testing their way<br /><br />some... will decay<br /><br />but I... I miss you, the closeness of you.<br /><br />A blow delivered by fate<br /><br />she smiles and eyes know<br /><br />and dance...to the rhymes<br /><br />but I...will always remember the time, the time.<br /><br />And so goes the time<br /><br />so goes the time<br /><br />and so goes the time.<br /><br />-------------------------<br /><br />"In You"<br /><br />a song:<br /><br />1)<br />In you... I saw a vision fleeting by,<br />no tale nor reason to de-nigh<br />a dream so dim<br />yet waiting to begin.<br /><br />2)<br />In you...the ships could sail behind your eyes<br />encase a world or hasten time.<br />The color blue...in you<br />casts another hue.<br /><br />3)<br />And you... escaped my grasp<br />I cannot tell<br />If all is lost I wish you well<br />another time<br />where stories never rhymed.<br /><br />4)<br />In you... I saw a vision fleeting by<br />in songs, in notes, in passers by,<br />a stories end<br />no longer to pretend<br />in you.<br />------------------<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-91314134353031137992007-12-23T15:22:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:23:57.112-08:00Portrait Prices-Kathy Ostman-Magnusen* A portrait from photographs<br /> * Oil painting on canvas<br /> * One person, a couple, or the whole family<br /> * Face only, or full figure with landscape background (prices vary/not reflected in prices below)<br /> * Your human essence or your mermaid or faerie self.<br /><br /><br />Portrait from photos - Photographs offer boundless possibilities for creative poses, expressive gestures, and subtle detail. You may furnish your own photograph, (need to be approved by Kathy) of the pose you'd like painted, or have a private photo session with the artist and her photographer, husband, Dennis Magnusen. We recommend the a photography session.<br /><br />Photo session with Kathy .......$75. <br /> <br /> <br />Price Guide <br /><br />Oils (18 x 24") <br />one person <br />$900<br />each additional person <br />400 <br /> <br /><br />Oils (24 x 30" to 30 x 40") <br />one person <br />2000<br />each additional person <br />1000 <br /> <br /><br />Shipping and Care<br /><br />Oils -<br />Your painting will be packed in a professionally custom-built container at a cost of the length plus the width of the stretched canvas (Example: an 18 x 24" costs $42.00 to pack) add Fedex cost to ship.<br /><br />Oils won't fade or smear, and framing is optional. It is recommended that after six months of drying time, an oil painting be coated with varnish for a glossy finish and easy cleaning. High quality varnishes are available at art supply stores and can be sprayed or brushed on.<br /><br />Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />free art gifts<br />http://www.kathysart.com<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-72173760474934284712007-12-23T15:19:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:21:34.209-08:00Hawaii News-Local artist featured at Pictures PlusLocal artist featured at Pictures Plus<br /><br />Local Artist Kathy Ostman-Magnusen is being featured as "Artist of the Month" at Hilo's Pictures Plus for the month of December.<br /><br />Pictures Plus store manager Alatia Adams, created wall space to allow local artists to show their work and interact with art lovers and Prince Kuhio Plaza, mall shoppers. Kathy Ostman-Magnusen was the featured artist for November and looks forward to showing her Hawaiian art through the month of December as well. Kathy is often seen enhancing her giclees or digital prints, near the entrance of Pictures Plus. She enjoys encouraging young artists and relates that she knew she would grow up to be an artist as early as four years old. She shares her belief that, "Talent is desire and the rest is practice ". She loves giving tips to budding talent no matter the age, saying that people are never to young or old to start doing art. <br /><br />Kathy has dealt with disabilities that she says have actually given her strength. She relates that she in not defined by her disabilities, rather her approach to overcome them. Creativity is not only a great friend but a healer of the spirit, says Ostman-Magnusen. <br /><br />Kathy Ostman-Magnusen is represented in New York by Monkdogz Urban Art. Her work opened in an International show, November 29th, showing until January 12, 2008 at Monkdogz in Chesea, right in the hubbub of the art world. <br /><br />Her artwork can also be seen on her website http://www.kathysart.com<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-39854161185013342622007-12-23T14:48:00.000-08:002007-12-23T14:51:37.180-08:00Recipes For Christmas<script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script><br /><br />German Pancake Recipe - A Lot Like a Popover<br /><br />I serve a wonderful German Pancake to company with a kiwi and a dash of powdered sugar for artistry. I don't just make it for company though, it is really easy so I in fact serve this yummy delight quite a bit. Below is my recipe. <br /><br />I have no idea if this recipe is German or not, I am not even sure I would call it a pancake. I guess it it cause you top it with syrup. Is that what makes a pancake pancake? <br /><br />Humm the dictionary defines pancakes as a thin, flat cake of batter, usually fried and turned in a pan. Pancakes are usually eaten with syrup or rolled up with a filling. Or as a noun a short stack of pancakes with maple syrup hotcake, flapjack, griddle cake, crepe, blintz; latke, potato pancake.<br /><br />Blintzes.. umm, now those are darn nummy! I make cheese blinzes on occasion with cottage cheese or ricotta, an egg, vanilla and a tad of sugar tucked inside a folded up crepe. I top that with sour cream that has a tad of sugar and vanilla to it, along with some strawberry jam. I like mine with jam. I guess that's just me.<br /><br />OK. back to my German Pancake, that is a lot like a popover, because of all the eggs and the way it rises.<br /><br />"German Pancakes"<br /><br />4 eggs<br />1/2 cup milk<br />1/2 cup flour<br />1/4 tsp. salt<br />2 Tbl. sugar<br /><br />Mix all ingredients until un-lumpy. Grease two pie pans and pour a cup of the mixture into each pan. (I could have said add one half of batter to each but whatever right?) Bake at 450 degrees for fifteen to twenty minutes. Top with butter and jam or pancake syrup, or do as I do and serve it with a kiwi or some other fruit. Hey, a strawberry and kiwi would be really pretty for the holidays in December no? Add the powered sugar and it will look like snow! I love it! <br /><br />--------------------<br /><br />The Best Bean You've Ever Had - Crock Pot Cooking<br /><br />To be honest, when a friend gave me this recipe I thought.. Yeah, humm and so. It just didn't sound all that great. She kept telling me to try it and I just kept dragging my feet. Then one night I had a bunch of people over for a pot luck and what do you think my friend brought? The "Best Bean You've Ever Had!". Now if you make these and don't think what I am saying is true, well then, we just have different taste buds I guess. These are not spicy beans, they are sweet. Try it anyway and don't drab your feet about it like I did. Hey! Maybe they are just the right thing for you to take to the next pot luck you attend. Smile.<br /><br />The other very cool thing about this recipe is that it is a crock pot recipe. You just put it in the pot, turn it on all day and let it do its wonderful magic. Besides having a wonderful meal at the end of the day your house will smell glorious all day! <br /><br />And now.. ta da! the recipe that I have built up to be so fabulous:<br /><br />"The Best Bean You've Ever Had"<br /><br />Fry together and then drain off the fat (yuk to fat right?)<br /><br />3 strips of bacon<br />1 chopped onion<br />1 pound ground beef<br /><br />In a crock pot add meat mixture and then add to that the following:<br /><br />1- 31 oz. Van Camps Pork and Beans<br />2- 15 oz. butter beans (drained)<br />1- 15 oz. kidney beans (drained)<br />1/2 cup brown sugar<br />1 TBl. Liquid Smoke (I had never heard of this either if this is new to you)<br />3 TBl. Vinegar <br />1 1/4 cup Ketchup<br />Salt and pepper to taste<br /><br />Simmer on low all day. Don't ya just ADORE crock pots? <br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />-------------------------<br /><br />Vegetarian or not, come this way, this is so nummy. This recipe is vegetarian so you meat eaters might want this with a beef, pork, or whatever meat steak. This is not a recipe for Vegans though, I have not gotten there yet unless I fill up on vegetables and fruit. Hey! what a concept, vegetables and fruit. One should always remember the basics if one wants to stay healthy right? <br /><br />Years ago for about nine months I was a vegetarian. I bought a lot of veggie stuff.. veggie hot dogs, veggie patties, unknown what they were supposed to be really , anyway you get the picture right? I wanted to be a vegetarian for the animals. I felt to so guilty and I guess I still do, but I eat meat again and I guess close off that part of me that worries about it. Once in awhile I make this dish just because I love it. The consistency is very meaty actually. Try it, I think you will like it Micky!<br /><br />"Oatmeal Mushroom Steak" <br /><br />1 TBL. vegex (like a bouillon cube)<br />1/2 cup hot water<br />1 tsp. sea salt (yes if you are gonna be healthy make it sea salt, smile)<br />1/2 sage or poultry seasoning<br />1 onion chopped<br />3 TBL. Butter (I always use real butter, the flavor cannot be compared)<br />3 eggs well beaten<br />1 can cream of mushroom soup<br />2 soup cans - hot water<br />1 can mushrooms (I know, I can 'hear' you, canned stuff isn't all that healthy)<br />2 1/4 Cup uncooked old fashioned oatmeal<br /><br />Saute the onions in the butter. Combine all except the mushroom soup, 2 cans of hot water and vegex. Mix well. Cover and let it stand for about 45 minutes. Mold the mixture into small meal size patties and fry in hot oil until golden brown. (Gads another unhealthy thing, stop thinking so loud! I can hear you all the way to Hawaii). Pour a little of the soup mixture (all the stuff you did not use to make the patties) in the bottom of a 9x12 baking dish to cover the bottom. Arrange patties on top of mixture and cover the rest with the soup mixture. <br />Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour. <br /><br />Yay, you are done.<br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br />Someone gave me this recipe about twenty years ago. I copied it off in her kitchen on a little recipe card. My friend had served it to me and I said, "I MUST have this recipe!" You know how that goes? You taste it and think to yourself I gotta have this at least once a week.<br /><br />One of my sisters says that when chocolate cake is in the house she wake up in the morning, head still on her pillow, her eyes open wide and she immediately has a HUGE smile on her face. Both my sister and I are prone to eating chocolate cake in the morning. What am I saying? We are prone to eating chocolate day and night! We are truly chocolate connoisseurs. Yes, expert judges in matters of taste. HUGE smile.<br /><br />The recipe below is unique because it is made from scratch, I know.. stop thinking about the trouble and think of the outcome, besides, it truly is not that much trouble. The other thing that is unique about it is that it takes boiling water to make it. Once everything is put together you pour boiling water over it and mix. Crazy huh? and most definitely if not defiantly unique!<br /><br />"Evon's Chocolate Cake" (who is Evon? I have absolutely no idea!)<br /><br />Preheat oven to 350 degrees<br /><br />Mix together:<br /><br />2 cups sugar<br />6 TBL. butter<br />1/2 tsp. salt<br />2 tsp. vanilla<br /><br />Add: <br /><br />2 eggs ....and mix well<br /><br />Sift together: (yes you gotta sift it. It will turn out weird if you don't, sorry)<br /><br />6 TBL. unsweetened cocoa powder<br />2 cups flour<br />2 tsp. baking powder<br />2 tsp. soda (and you know what happens if you don't mix soda or baking powder in with the dry stuff right?<br /> .. weird tasting stuff, very strange chemical reactions and ewww! horrible, thats what!)<br /><br />Mix Both ingredients together.<br /><br />Add slowly as you stir ( you might ask someone to help you)<br /><br />2 cups boiling water<br /><br />Pour into your already prepared with butter and flour, oblong approx. 9x12 pan. <br />Bake for 45-50 minutes (test with a toothpick or whatever)<br /><br />After you take it out of the oven? <br /><br />COVER IT with aluminum foil until it cools. <br /><br />This is a very moist cake! You can add frosting if you want to of course. Some people just can't handle cake without frosting, but normally this cake is served without it. HUGE SMILE.Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-6450043140791183752007-12-23T12:14:00.000-08:002007-12-23T12:26:54.279-08:00Dragon Drawings and a Tattoo Gallery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV27ZAgt5yo1QGqCUa7UlTFdWPMDJ2sykGOzSfR7pZIsgaY_7Q_Ylymuhn0EjOnSrjeT7qGCBCXvj2YOIEllxDvy8Ki45zSO8nE6ADZVsgAn2dWEpK9R7DgMMnk5cHEPs1McfYFt1Vfr8/s1600-h/202cjUntitled-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV27ZAgt5yo1QGqCUa7UlTFdWPMDJ2sykGOzSfR7pZIsgaY_7Q_Ylymuhn0EjOnSrjeT7qGCBCXvj2YOIEllxDvy8Ki45zSO8nE6ADZVsgAn2dWEpK9R7DgMMnk5cHEPs1McfYFt1Vfr8/s320/202cjUntitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147266063778214194" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dragon drawing,tattoo gallery<br />fairy tattoos,tribal tattoos<br />butterfly tattoos<br />I want them all!<br />I want them to wear to a party.<br /><br />I feel jealous of the dragon<br />and so do you.<br />I do not care that you won't admit it.<br />I don't believe you.<br /><br />I want to go to parties<br />dress up like a jester<br />wear a mask of feathers<br />butterfly tattoos<br />tribal tattoos<br />let the fire flow<br />let my dance fight for me.<br /><br />I am tired <br />of being tired<br />I am slow to see it<br />too late <br />too bad<br />and the tinges of sadness<br />golden cages I cannot open<br />never or ever.<br /><br />I wish I was a dragon<br />I wish I was that strong<br />I wish that I could yell my stories<br />make them real<br />fold up all the trees<br />as beautiful as they are<br />they block my view<br />I want to see a bigger story.<br /><br />I want to go to parties<br />scream out songs<br />wear nothing at all<br />maybe just a ruby on my cheek.<br />I want to go to a tattoo gallery<br />count their fairy tattoos<br />on other people maybe me<br />I want to fly free<br />and not care about anything at all.<br />I want to drink till I cannot stand<br />cut the ribbon in the hallway.<br /><br />I keep secrets<br />so do you so do not act so proud<br />who do you think you are?<br /><br />I think the train is coming<br />I hear it rushing toward me.<br />I will stand in front of it<br />till that last moment<br />then calmly step away<br />just like before. <br /><br />I missed out<br />it comes down to that<br />I want to go to parties.<br />I want a tattoo<br />maybe a fairy <br />maybe a star<br />maybe a tribal tattoo<br />I want to go to a tattoo gallery.<br /><br />Of course there are good days<br />filled with natures gifts.<br />I did not and do not miss that.<br />Quit telling me.<br />I am tired of hearing explanations<br />I am tired of know it all people<br />I am tired of me being one<br />I want to go to a party.<br />I want to be wild.<br /><br />I feel jealous of the dragon<br />I hold my dragon drawings<br />I want to breathe his power<br />I want to yell sometimes<br />I think maybe I will take me out of this box<br />build me back<br />start to find that spark.<br /><br />I feel jealous of the dragon<br />and so do you.<br />I do not care that you won't admit it.<br />I don't believe you.<br /><br />Just down the hallway<br />there you are <br />just as I thought<br />counting the days <br />and all your pennies.<br /><br />Dragon drawing,tattoo gallery<br />fairy tattoos,tribal tattoos<br />butterfly tattoos<br />take them out of the closet<br />I want them all!<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />28 March 2007<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-61273853135678990262007-12-23T12:04:00.000-08:002007-12-23T12:28:15.829-08:00"Beautiful Older Women Galleries-Beautiful Women in Competition"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwd0KayPICiK_Q74mH8FFpYv5rp-47h0IVylxm6Q2HD5UMn0lfArVBCh4TDluksathyphenhyphenKofnqEKjrAKsm0sY-s8nvt04SUplo8hifqiikVtfNlcVlm-O3t1yzWRGEII93fKEbDHSXMqs4/s1600-h/999smd3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwd0KayPICiK_Q74mH8FFpYv5rp-47h0IVylxm6Q2HD5UMn0lfArVBCh4TDluksathyphenhyphenKofnqEKjrAKsm0sY-s8nvt04SUplo8hifqiikVtfNlcVlm-O3t1yzWRGEII93fKEbDHSXMqs4/s320/999smd3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147264212647309602" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />"Beautiful Older Women Galleries-Beautiful Women in Competition"<br /><br />Gothic angel art<br />fine art paintings reproductions<br />beautiful older women galleries<br />beautiful women in competition<br />do I fit in?<br />I line my canvases up in a hallway<br />picture them there<br />anywhere<br />does awe come their way?<br /><br />I set out to meet the day<br />creativity reaches for me<br />rainbows or clouds<br />I cannot tell as yet.<br />Fine art paintings<br />reproduction of my heart.<br />The sun is showing its head<br />I smile on past accomplishments.<br />I am an aritst.<br /><br />My gothic angel art<br />my unicorns of crystal<br />a pegasus I did ride here.<br />I see beginnings<br />the gate that leads me to survival.<br />My lessons are in the doing.<br />I am an artist.<br /><br /><br />There is a darkness in me<br />late at night<br />still.<br />I paint by candles <br />ablaze by my own passion.<br />Gothic angels<br />whimsical angels<br />and older woman<br />I guess I am all of them.<br />I am an artist.<br /><br />It is a toss up<br />will my frailties trump me<br />will I bend<br />will I fly?<br />I lean toward opportunities<br />beautiful older women<br />and their galleries of age<br />ageless.<br />The Universe does smile on them<br />and hand them notes in the hallway.<br />I patiently wait for mine.<br />I am an artist.<br /><br />I can be anything<br />still<br />it is never too late!<br />Fine art<br />painting reproductions<br />not my aim<br />I search to find my inner being.<br />An artist's brush full of paint<br />colors bright and fresh<br />I become everything new.<br />I am an artist.<br /><br /><br />Gothic angel art<br />fine art paintings reproductions<br />beautiful older women galleries<br />beautiful women in competition<br />do I fit in?<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />23 March 2007<br /><br />----<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><!--<br /> amzn_cl_tag="kasar-20";<br />//--></script><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://cls.assoc-amazon.com/s/cls.js"></script>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-42235964957704057342007-12-23T11:57:00.000-08:002007-12-23T12:04:43.699-08:00Grim Reaper Artwork and a Fairies Illustrations-Please, Make It Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5s7AWrpQeDqK7k7-hPC_uPdfdh8BWW3RdHP4odU6hyphenhyphenOuNDAI1ZAJVEbaH3aDQoRYsX_-PuZSX4C7ul-SEXQaBuxAxDm3rrnxj6cnmM1DHPoEnb8H0Rmqts5WLtY8R1RpMBZ30y_XOI0/s1600-h/c3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5s7AWrpQeDqK7k7-hPC_uPdfdh8BWW3RdHP4odU6hyphenhyphenOuNDAI1ZAJVEbaH3aDQoRYsX_-PuZSX4C7ul-SEXQaBuxAxDm3rrnxj6cnmM1DHPoEnb8H0Rmqts5WLtY8R1RpMBZ30y_XOI0/s320/c3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147261764515950866" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Please, Make It Rain-Grim Reaper Artwork and a Fairies Illustrations"<br /><br /><br />I want to feel passion<br />find a fairies illustrations<br />grim reaper artwork<br />I want to make it rain<br />yet I am almost sick of the word.<br />it is not enough<br />words not met by deeds.<br />Pictures cut out from magazines<br />pasted on the floor <br />I want to walk in their gardens.<br /><br />I hear the ground<br />those before me<br />I am humbled.<br />I hear their voices <br />they speak of lost days<br />grim reaper artwork<br />so why <br />do I...<br />lose them?<br /><br />I stroke my own hair<br />hear me breathing<br />I am not sure it is really me<br />and yet<br />I am a fantasy fairy in a snow filled jar.<br />A bench sits in the middle of the ocean<br />my brush is filled with aqua.<br />I remove tight fitting muzzles<br />lest bright colors fly away.<br />I always seem to miss the signs<br />and yet<br />I will try to spy them now<br />lest I die.<br />One cannot control adventures<br />nor define them<br />a fairies illustrations<br />but I will try none the less.<br /><br />I count the days<br />grim reaper<br />but I am not sure why<br />maybe because<br />I count my paintings.<br /><br />I hear the breaths of tombs.<br />They did not know their shadow<br />before their passing.<br />And ohhh...<br />I hear their complaints<br />making rain <br />I guess I am one.<br />I sing in harmony.<br />How many failures can one accept<br />and still be noticed?<br /><br />Let me climb from this jar<br />let me taste the stamen of a flower<br />touch my tongue on a tiny miracle<br />stave off honey bees <br />stand firm<br />this story is meant for me.<br /><br />Pleasantries are gone in winter<br />it feels too cold for smiles.<br />I will seclude myself <br />till the snow is past<br />and no longer floating free <br />in unopened jars full of water<br />filled to the brim with wishes<br />for fantasy fairies like me.<br /><br />I am a tear<br />yet I have added a second blanket<br />and should be fine.<br /><br />Voices<br />everywhere<br />I stop<br />I hear...<br />grim reaper illustrations <br />calling out for drops of water.<br />And ever so timely<br />bringing umbrellas to cover <br />voices from the ground.<br /><br />14 April 2007<br />by Kathy Ostman-MagnusenKathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-68157342393145665982007-12-23T11:50:00.000-08:002007-12-23T11:57:25.967-08:00Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods-Those Country Song Lyrics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-HW97GXSlBUqs38fvuFjECTLEKRPCmpE3KXBIVrMExK2e2R-2NWs4mMdEZd5wzwCtZDcMO5n2ydZIIKHQh8X1D5GC4oeLkQkMlRCrR30cwMKFcFh3sW2aLdhbu70-4geWkihUN-s4Us/s1600-h/699j.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-HW97GXSlBUqs38fvuFjECTLEKRPCmpE3KXBIVrMExK2e2R-2NWs4mMdEZd5wzwCtZDcMO5n2ydZIIKHQh8X1D5GC4oeLkQkMlRCrR30cwMKFcFh3sW2aLdhbu70-4geWkihUN-s4Us/s320/699j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147259879025307906" /></a><br /><br /><br />Country Song Lyrics-Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods<br /><br />I came across a woman <br />she shared no emotions that felt kind<br />not with me.<br />Country song lyrics came to mind. <br />No smiles<br />no eyes that said today could be special.<br />No energy<br />except for her own sullenness <br />her own self indulgence.<br /><br />I became someone in parenthesis.<br />No matter my life may have in fact known darker days<br />she would never know.<br />I don't suppose it really matters.<br />It is not as if she and I would ever be friends.<br /><br />Yet the day would have<br />could have<br />had a softer presence.<br /><br />It take so little really<br />just a little smile<br />a simple recognition. <br />It takes so little to rise to the occasion<br />see life outside of ones own breath.<br />Photo puzzles deciphered<br />country lyrics understood<br />just one wing in the fire.<br /><br />I have thought of her<br />on an off<br />since that day I saw her sitting<br />slumped over<br />measuring my worth?<br />I am not sure of that.<br />I would not want to be unfair.<br /><br />There was a breeze that day <br />I heard it gently in my ear.<br />It touched me through my hair.<br />I was reminded of different days <br />hard days<br />difficult days<br />a wing<br />just one left behind<br />and in the fire<br />more than a country lyric <br />more than a bad song.<br />Sad days<br />photo puzzlels<br />never finding their place on the shelf.<br />Days I did not want to be in.<br /><br />I then thought about that woman<br />decided to give her the benefit of the doubt<br />reasons to be sullen.<br />Paths I could not be savvy to.<br />One never knows.<br /><br />Yet<br />oh <br />and yet<br />I want to feel the rain<br />the breeze<br />share smiles <br />no matter what.<br />Hope beyond <br />a wing that burns<br />have a glint in my eye<br />to share<br />even if no one looks up.<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />15 April 2007<br /> <br />--------------Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-42795721309640123092007-12-23T11:41:00.001-08:002007-12-23T11:49:49.594-08:00Fine Art Whimsical Angel Commissions and MeWhimsical musicians artwork, map faery tale adventure,whimsical sitting bride and groom... all these treasures waiting in the doorway.<br /><br />My Whimsical Musicians Artwork Does Map Faery Tale Adventures- An Excuse for Passion<br /><br />An Excuse for Passion and Ribbons That Sway...<br /><br />This excuse for passion<br />map faery tale adventure<br />go ahead<br />make those ribbons sway.<br />Whimsical musicians artwork<br />Did you give thanks?<br />Did you think you were magic?<br />Whimsical sitting bride and groom<br />songs in the morning...<br />I guess I thought you were once too.<br /><br />Will you run to the store for me?<br />whimsical musician<br />pick up those things I love?<br />Will you run?<br />Map a faery tale adventure?<br /><br />Remind me to give you a gift in return<br />or at least a trace of one<br />this bride<br />this groom.<br />My generosity is shortcoming<br />fine art whimsical angel commissions<br />though justified in its seclusion<br />I think we will agree.<br /><br />The breezes I find here<br />comforting I guess.<br />I thought i'd find a gift somewhere<br />my bride<br />my groom<br />but no.<br /><br />The breezes I find here<br />sacred<br />holy<br />yet only<br />breezes.<br /><br />Blood drips down from the entry<br />no matter the cost.<br />You have survived<br />tell me so I can sleep tonight.<br /><br />There is mold on your charms<br />I mark the path<br />it is a ruthless war.<br /><br />There was a stranger<br />I hear he was sleeping<br />I am bleeding<br />again<br />in the hallway<br />but I am none the less wiser.<br /><br />Who will tell the story when blood is gone?<br /><br />I'll test your hands for bleeding<br />yours or mine<br />no going back.<br /><br />You would think that someone would say something<br />wouldn't you?<br />make a map of a faery tale adventure?<br />But no<br />no big talk here.<br />I will accept to sorry answers<br />no folded flowers<br />no matter the color.<br /><br />I hope to see you again<br />or maybe me<br />in this comfort zone<br />gentle zone I formed with sand.<br /><br />I've narrowed it down at least<br />made lists<br />still incomplete<br />yet I live here.<br />People move<br />pardon the mess<br />I am on my way<br />I will be whole no matter what i think right now.<br /><br />Ahh the blood stain<br />that you left behind<br />you were looking for another victim<br />and something sacred to hide<br />I bend to those conclusions<br />yet still<br />all the while<br />I paste bandages over my mouth.<br /><br />Seclusion<br />my martyr<br />do we need an ambulance?<br /><br />I am still thinking of your voice<br />or someone's<br />whimsical musicians artwork<br />yet I do not hear those good intentions<br />no matter how hard I listen.<br />They have been left by the wayside<br />that I am now.<br /><br />This voice<br />it says to run.<br />All I can say is...<br />how?<br />You seem to see my reflection<br />every where I go<br />I do go.<br /><br />This voice has rivers<br />they flow over<br />but freezes in the winter.<br /><br />Where is winter?<br /><br />My best friend<br />time out<br />winter<br />my best friend.<br /><br />I am embedded in the moon<br />I did not admit to it before<br />and yet I am.<br /><br />The cloud that succumbs me<br />hides me in the shadows.<br />Its not about me or you<br />no bell to chime.<br />Don't count on me<br />whimsical musicians artwork<br />or stupid rhymes in poems.<br />No one that I know can feel their breathing.<br /><br />Such a bad predicament<br />I continue to repair it.<br />No dollies here though<br />no hair to comb<br />no smudges patched<br />no<br />real love tells you to fly<br />fly<br />home.<br />Fine art whimsical angel commissions <br />and me.<br /><br />16 April 2007<br />by Kathy Ostman-MagnusenKathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-37529166940306616812007-12-23T11:41:00.000-08:002007-12-23T11:46:17.693-08:00FineWhimsical musicians artwork, map faery tale adventure,whimsical sitting bride and groom... all these treasures waiting in the doorway.<br /><br /> My Whimsical Musicians Artwork Does Map Faery Tale Adventures- An Excuse for Passion<br /><br />An Excuse for Passion and Ribbons That Sway...<br /><br />This excuse for passion<br />map faery tale adventure<br />go ahead<br />make those ribbons sway.<br />Whimsical musicians artwork<br />Did you give thanks?<br />Did you think you were magic?<br />Whimsical sitting bride and groom<br />songs in the morning...<br />I guess I thought you were once too.<br /><br />Will you run to the store for me?<br />whimsical musician<br />pick up those things I love?<br />Will you run?<br />Map a faery tale adventure?<br /><br />Remind me to give you a gift in return<br />or at least a trace of one<br />this bride<br />this groom.<br />My generosity is shortcoming<br />fine art whimsical angel commissions<br />though justified in its seclusion<br />I think we will agree.<br /><br />The breezes I find here<br />comforting I guess.<br />I thought i'd find a gift somewhere<br />my bride<br />my groom<br />but no.<br /><br />The breezes I find here<br />sacred<br />holy<br />yet only<br />breezes.<br /><br />Blood drips down from the entry<br />no matter the cost.<br />You have survived<br />tell me so I can sleep tonight.<br /><br />There is mold on your charms<br />I mark the path<br />it is a ruthless war.<br /><br />There was a stranger<br />I hear he was sleeping<br />I am bleeding<br />again<br />in the hallway<br />but I am none the less wiser.<br /><br />Who will tell the story when blood is gone?<br /><br />I'll test your hands for bleeding<br />yours or mine<br />no going back.<br /><br />You would think that someone would say something<br />wouldn't you?<br />make a map of a faery tale adventure?<br />But no<br />no big talk here.<br />I will accept to sorry answers<br />no folded flowers<br />no matter the color.<br /><br />I hope to see you again<br />or maybe me<br />in this comfort zone<br />gentle zone I formed with sand.<br /><br />I've narrowed it down at least<br />made lists<br />still incomplete<br />yet I live here.<br />People move<br />pardon the mess<br />I am on my way<br />I will be whole no matter what i think right now.<br /><br />Ahh the blood stain<br />that you left behind<br />you were looking for another victim<br />and something sacred to hide<br />I bend to those conclusions<br />yet still<br />all the while<br />I paste bandages over my mouth.<br /><br />Seclusion<br />my martyr<br />do we need an ambulance?<br /><br />I am still thinking of your voice<br />or someone's<br />whimsical musicians artwork<br />yet I do not hear those good intentions<br />no matter how hard I listen.<br />They have been left by the wayside<br />that I am now.<br /><br />This voice<br />it says to run.<br />All I can say is...<br />how?<br />You seem to see my reflection<br />every where I go<br />I do go.<br /><br />This voice has rivers<br />they flow over<br />but freezes in the winter.<br /><br />Where is winter?<br /><br />My best friend<br />time out<br />winter<br />my best friend.<br /><br />I am embedded in the moon<br />I did not admit to it before<br />and yet I am.<br /><br />The cloud that succumbs me<br />hides me in the shadows.<br />Its not about me or you<br />no bell to chime.<br />Don't count on me<br />whimsical musicians artwork<br />or stupid rhymes in poems.<br />No one that I know can feel their breathing.<br /><br />Such a bad predicament<br />I continue to repair it.<br />No dollies here though<br />no hair to comb<br />no smudges patched<br />no<br />real love tells you to fly<br />fly<br />home.<br /><br />16 April 2007<br />by Kathy Ostman-MagnusenKathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-46769045735227246082007-12-23T11:23:00.000-08:002007-12-23T11:41:29.499-08:00Leonardo da Vinci and MeI take a notebook with me everywhere I go now, just like Leonardo da Vinci. It sure has made a difference. I used to fear I would not be able to come up with fresh ideas. Now, with this notebook by my side I can't seem to shut them off. I almost feel kind of coo coo at times to be honest. <br /><br /><br />Map faery tale adventures<br />tiny angels to light your way. <br />Mystical fairies give advice on life's stumbling blocks<br />promise nothing <br />except to tell you what is logical. <br />Take it all with a grain of salt <br />sprinkle it with fairy dust.<br />whimsical musicians artwork<br />map faery tale adventure<br />whimsical sitting bride and groom<br />what an excuse for making fancy cakes.<br />See Leonardo see? <br /><br />--------------------------Kathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209481644388336991.post-29221847537700672512007-12-23T09:56:00.000-08:002007-12-23T10:15:41.100-08:00"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILqy3ztyzS7Cztzl-AmFj9h2BOhgPBDtDIhEyYyB7ljpSBRXax3vdfTFLyw3dpUkawkbXwtrHKWT1pd3kCspwHpedawNn1UNBm2rhHVDz4oVLUIeqX6u-r_cvw7iv3ExhLtGlJxEOhMs/s1600-h/302bc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILqy3ztyzS7Cztzl-AmFj9h2BOhgPBDtDIhEyYyB7ljpSBRXax3vdfTFLyw3dpUkawkbXwtrHKWT1pd3kCspwHpedawNn1UNBm2rhHVDz4oVLUIeqX6u-r_cvw7iv3ExhLtGlJxEOhMs/s320/302bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147233671134867698" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"<br /><br />or<br /><br />"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed-Flower Faires Garden Ornaments-Tis A Poem About Spring Cleaning"<br /><br />Fairies stand round<br />giggle with glee <br />tis a poem about spring cleaning.<br />I'll post in on my fridge.<br />I'll use a magnet of tin<br />now shiny after my buffing it.<br />A magnet of a daisy<br />green leaves, yellow center <br />and wonderful white petals.<br />He loves me<br />he loves me not.<br /><br />Flower fairies<br />garden ornaments<br />spring break<br />set in place.<br />Spring cleaning<br />yard and flower bed<br />everything ready for summer.<br />Fairies come out to feel the freshness<br />smiles are everywhere.<br /><br />Simple and clean<br />it did not take as long as I thought<br />and oh!<br />I am rewarded by the calmness it brings.<br />I feel freer somehow<br />just knowing things are in their place<br />closer to what ornaments looked like<br />when first bought.<br /><br />Leaves of fall taken away<br />the ones that were left over <br />green is invited to sing here once again.<br /><br />My garden is ready for new plantings <br />zucchini, lettuce and string beans<br />fresh corn from its husk<br />my garden is clean for my labor<br />smile<br />HUGE smile.<br />A flower fairy<br />and garden ornaments<br />of well cared for sentiments.<br /><br />Spring cleaning<br />yard and flower bed<br />tis such a lovely delicate site.<br />Fantasy fairies sing<br />honeybees are ready to do their job<br />as i just finished mine.<br /><br />Tis fitting<br />a poem about spring cleaning<br />when the day knows dusk<br />all the flowers will sing a song<br />in the morning<br />and I will feel the freshness <br />not felt as brightly yesterday.<br /><br />Sing my little fantasy fairies<br />bring granny cookies<br />ice tea and your sun bonnet<br />tis spring alas today<br />I write you a letter <br />with a poem about spring cleaning.<br /><br />by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<br />17 April 2007<br /><br />1, 1156.000, 34, 5, 0, spring cleaning yard and flower bed<br /> 2, 576.000, 24, 4, 1, a poem about spring cleaning<br /> 3, 115.440, 316, 50, 865, granny cookies<br /> 4, 105.264, 20245, 3213, 3893653, spring break<br /> 5, 94.767, 3051, 484, 98226, simple and clean<br />1, 909.091, 100, 16, 11, flower fairies garden ornamentsKathy Ostman-Magnusen http://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0