Poet Space

"Bleeding Wings" sculpture series at OneTrueMedia.com

2011-06-26T11:23:00.001-07:00

Brand new video of my goddess art, "Bleeding Wings" sculpture series. Would love to hear comments!

Make an on-line slideshow at www.OneTrueMedia.com

"Pele and Her Undying Vengeance No Matter a Fairies Plea"

2009-06-20T14:41:00.000-07:00

"Pele and Her Undying Vengeance No Matter a Fairies Plea"

Out beyond the minds eye
there stood a delicate forest
lighted by hope
that glowed.
Yet the Caitiff found it
and the fairies
alas
ever so pathetically
innocent
stood in the open pathway
for they
just
did not know.
And so
alas
they sat in waiting
unsuspecting
of a fires power
and the eminent cruelty
approaching
that would ultimately
be
bestowed.

There would be no allies
rushing in to save them.
Flower nymphs
innocent
stayed huddled from the wind
waiting for a moment
when rain
would once again
find its way past the trees
and toss them
to a fairy's soft breeze.

Ohh human butterfly
and their wings
fluttering
no place to hide
no refuse
no wiping of tears
after sorrow
making them
and me... I might add
wise spies
of undying hopefulness.

Tall along the landscape
in a far off land
there are trees
captured
to this very day.

Take a moment
and remember them
like the lily and flowers in waiting
fore time sets on every sunrise
and sunset
in waiting.

Pele set her mark
fire breathing past a lily
no matter
a flowers
pleading
heart.
Pele has her own marks
forever
to impart.

Made into statues
tall posts
reminding all who seek
a history
in love
there was once an angel
a fairies song undying
chanting
with memories
knowing
and yes
understanding
of Pele
and her undying
love.

And so
let it be known
on any shoreline
that a hope is a hope
no matter the skyline.

Copyright 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

KathysArt: "Primal Art Site"

2009-05-31T14:35:00.000-07:00

About Artist Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Goddess Art:
Free Art: http://www.kathysart.com

NEW Primal Series Art:
http://www.kathyostman-magnusen.com

Represented by:
Monkdogz Urban Art, New York
http://www.monkdogz.com

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.

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.

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.

Her work is collected worldwide.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Artist Statement:

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.

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.

So I sing:

"Hold me close dear angel
muster up a little tune
and rock me like a serpent
that rises to the moon."

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.

"When Does Winter Start? A Flower Fairy Called Out-and When Does Summer End?"

2009-05-24T18:10:00.000-07:00

"Purple Cloak" 12x24 oil on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen, from my "Victorian Series" Private Collection

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.

So do turn on the music as you read my poem below.

"When Does Winter Start? A Flower Fairy Called Out-and When Does Summer End?"

When does
When does Winter start?
A fragile fairy
stood against the wind of Fall
and protested its coming.
Day Lily had worried about her timing.
Her flowers
had not been carefully covered
as yet
fore she simply could not accept their sleeping.
She would miss them so
in their repose.
She desperately needed more time
to savour their loveliness
and note their stems green lines.
The clock was surely ticking.
That's what legends and myths
charted
on the surface of her scrapbook
and noted by her
as not to be missed.

Poor little fairy
poor little dear
she wanted her treasures
to last and last
forever.

When does Fall start?
Another fairy in the garden sang forth
not realizing it was already there
losing time to gather leaves
to cover her hydrangeas
allowing them to rest
till springtime
the next calendar year.
She had lost track of time
I guess.
With so much to do
a gardens care taking
she exclaimed
was never quite through.

Poor little fairy
poor little dear.
she wanted her treasures
to last and last
forever.

Oh! When does Spring start again?
I miss it so!
Said a magical creature with wings.
It seems my fellow angels have been sleeping
as they worried bout the cold sting
that Fall
then Winter brings.
Wake up I say
as little seedlings poke their heads
above the dried up leaves
that had covered them
in their seasonal sleep.

OH! Poor little fairies
poor little dears.
They wanted her treasures
to last and last
forever.

When does Summer start?
Tis a flower fairies ball
as they dance on clouds like feathers
and send their secret calls.
Butterflies and honey bees
dragonflies and ladybugs
all decorate their days
for flowers fairies to cheer

and love.
Sunshiny smiles
from every human child
as they chime along with the magic
of a flowers faeries call.

And then?
It all begins again.
For another spring winged creature
frets along the creek
saying when should I start planning for Winter
and oh when will Summer then end?
Tis such a pitiful rhyme
for a fairy counting time
and drumming up the courage to say
when is the last day
of Summer?

And oh, oh my
poor little fairies
poor little dears
Who only wanted their treasures
to last and last
forever.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Copyright 2009

"What Causes Us to Decide That One Day - This Day - We Will Do Better?"

2009-04-22T08:23:00.000-07:00

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?

"What Causes Us to Decide That One Day - This Day - We Will Do Better?"

What changes us?

What makes us decide one day
that this day
we will do better?

This day
we will meet our goals.
This day
we will smile on everything
as if we were seeing it for the first time.
This day
we will take time out
for our own selves.
This day
we will climb that emotional mountain
that seemed inconceivable
yesterday.
This day
we will do what we had only hoped
we would do the day before.

This day we will FLY.

Within this very second
we will find what was missing
caused us to hesitate
one breath before.

We miss the serendipity of life
sometimes.
We plan
and fret
and spin our wheels.

Sometimes we miss
that our dreams are being fulfilled
right in front of us
and we walk past them.

We work hard to meet our goals
but fall short of noticing
that 'spectacular'
is within reach
and oft times all around us.

Why not I accept spectacular things happening?
Why not?
Why not see excellence?
It truly is all around us.

Within every morning there is a sunrise
and the evening brings the colors
of a well spent day of a sunset.
The moon is right there in its place
blessed by a zillion stars.

Stars shine and twinkle
within the very same galaxy
stars turn in opposite directions
as if to secure their individuality.

Looking onto a landscape
off in the distance
mountains take on a purple hue.
Trees and plants awaken with the change of season.
Rivers move toward the ocean
wildlife is as healthy as we care to make it.
What an opportunity.

Expect the brush of life
to meets your dreams on canvas of miracles.
Why not?
Why decide that dreams being met
are for other people?
Mentors come into our lives
to show us the way.
We stretch our minds and hearts
or not.

Today can be a spectacular
as YOU want it to be,
simply by noticing
and listening to your heart.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
22 April 2009

"Euphoria" 36x48 oil on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen.

If you are interested in the original contact Monkdogz Urban Art http://www.monkdogz.com

Prints of this image are available through AllPosters.com http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?CID=C8EA57FACEDB402F8693535408DF5AC9&PPID=1&apnum=1852471&search=98682&f=c&FindID=98682&SearchID=&startat=/getposter.asp

It is also on Amazon.. but you would have to look that one up... smile.

"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"

2009-03-21T11:49:00.000-07:00

"My Love- I Treasure The View That Fills Your Eyes"

I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.
I savour those moments with you
when we both felt it on our skin.

I still treasure all those antics of yours
the tunes you danced to
when you thought I was not looking.
I stroke those lines.

My tongue swells
and I anticipate the very color of your touch.

Secrets about you keep me awake at night.
I keep them jars along with useless glitter
and dried out baby roses
blessed pink whenever I am sad.

I am hoping you will write back
if indeed my measures rhyme between your fingers.
I am this moments advocate.

I painted the plaster meant to block out smiles
giving them another mystery.
No worrying about slow souls
reaching for exits
who cares after all?
I have my feelings intact for you
nothing will ever change that.

I hear the shape of your shadow
and I am bewildered
forever stunned
that you remember me when I miss you.

I'll send lilacs through a windmill
sift out all those pleasure stealers
who pretend to not understand.

Oh my love
I will always treasure the view that fills your eyes
And when I miss you
in those middle of the night hours
as I hear your breath sleeping
I will reach over for you with my longing
stroke your forehead
and let you rest beside me.

Oh yes
I've spent time thinking how you'd like the wind to move.
I savour those moments with you
and within that magic
I will always love you.

~~*~~
Kathy Ostman-Magnsen
21 March 2009
Copyright 2009

The image is of my painting "For Isa" 18x24 oil on canvas

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

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Scorpion Drawings-There's a Lot to Consider-Scorpions Can Have FIVE Sets of Eyes!

2009-01-31T12:19:00.000-08:00

Scorpion Drawings-There's a Lot to Consider-Scorpions Can Have FIVE Sets of Eyes!

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.

Scorpion drawings
a lot to consider
two thousand species
in waiting for their portraits?
Oof... I shiver!

I can see it now...
Scorpions standing in line
some with their tail reaching
beseeching
those with no sketching
spine.

Drawings of scorpions
waiting to be done
but which scor-pi-on?
Those under rocks
those sneaky guys
under rocks
or in holes
hiding from the sun?

Their body
mostly in two parts
the head and the belly
a drawing begins
lightly
till it pleases me
or I'm silly.

Two eyes
properly placed
on their durable skin
yet oh and alas
that's not where their eyes end!
Along the sides
a word
to the 'not' so wise
a scorpion sees
with up to FIVE pair of eyes!

Four pair of walking arms
with hooks
that give us all
alarm.
while walking
to meet their prey
with their venom
injecting barb.

Living from age 4 to 25
nocturnal creatures
love the dark
so from sunlight hide.

They crush their prey
or inject them
paralyze
with neurotoxic venom
so please
be wise
when scorpion drawings
are calling you nigh.

No worries though
for humans?
Scorpions are relatively harmless.
A little numbness
might come
except I say
except for some...
Be mindful of those death-stalkers
no standing still
and no talkin'
be on your way!

One last thing
that you should know
Scorpions are also known to glow
Yes that's right
so draw some light
on your scorpion drawings
late at night.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2009

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My painting above is not a scorpion drawing obviously! It is called "The Secret" and is a 36x48 oil on canvas.

"Drawing Women Warriors in the Dark-Pain Can Form an Elegant Journey"

2009-01-07T09:47:00.000-08:00

"Primal Block Party 1" 9-3x3x2 oil on canvas blocks. Contact my rep Bob Hogge at Monkdogz Urban Art, New York, http://www.monkdogz.com if you with to purchase this piece or other original art of mine.

"Drawing Women Warriors in the Dark-Pain Can Form an Elegant Journey"

I reach for my pen
drawing women warriors
in the dark
hoping that I might become one
hoping I might slay that dragon
or at the very least define him.

Pain can form an elegant journey
beautiful
mature
in the end
despite the frailties
and longings for normalcy.
Within this walk
pain can bring either chaos
or resolutions.
Twigs are found
under the wings of birds
that plan well.

I have emerged from the mire
placed my tongue on raindrops
closed my eyes when senses exploded
bathed myself in numbness
at times
just to cope.

This pain
this sadness
this walk
that so often gropes
and feels for me
in the dark
arises
well past promised rainbows.
Quietness seems to glare there
despite hobbled notations
of finding some tune to dance to.

Oft times I feel a presence...
beautiful older women
behind gates that don't open.
Slipping into another time
events of smelling history
and neatly pulled back curtains.
I am wounded by slivers from pale entrances.
I blow them kisses
hoping I survive
never clearly understanding the moral.

I am coated in black.
Or is it a tune of yellow?
A ribbon for my own soul
transfered onto a glass sidewalk
lest I forget my lessons.
Wouldn't you think I'd know them by now?

Pack them away
those diaries that boast no claims for sainthood.
Be positive
quote other people's words
and gain their wealth
of...
of...?

It is within this small second
that I take note of being happy.
I guess at times I expect it to be continual.
Mud blocks stand before the door
and me.
Yet, I will pass them by.
They are just the ways of childhood
bullied by fears
of never holding oneself close enough.

Such an elegant journey
pain
translucent
when held up to the light.

Painted now
those drawings of women warriors
painted with the blood of vacant smiles.
I'd always hoped to induce more.
Perhaps time will uncover a broader narrative.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2009

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"Duplicating Snowflakes and Other Signs of Rain - Can Lily Escape? The Saga of Lily Goes On"

2008-08-31T14:28:00.000-07:00

No need to worry about Lily.
Walk here along this splendid path,
one careless step
is as good as the other,
if you don't envision an outcome.
No tears can measure any sense of travel,
when one does not know the road.
New places lose their value,
without a reassurance of home.

So the two paintings are mine of course,
"Camille 1 and 2" 18x24 oils on canvas.
They are part of my "Victorian Series"

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!

"Duplicating Snowflakes and Other Signs of Rain - Can Lily Escape?
The Saga of Lily Goes On"

White gauze on her eyes
taking hostage of her thinking
bandages over her mind
listless...
she fell.

Someone whispered to me,
"She will not fall far
no
not far at all.
No need to worry about Lily.
Walk here
along this splendid path
one careless step
is as good as the other
if you don't envision an outcome.
Sadness lends a soulful journey"

I think of her unending now
the undoing of Lily.
Lily
neglected in the dark.
Me with my jewel-less crown
who did I think I was?
How could I have trusted
listened
to anyone else?
Wasn't she mine for the caring?
Wasn't it me she trusted?

One by one
the monsters surfaced
and Lily
could not fend them off
her mouth filled with cotton.
A giant squid surfaced
pulled at her energy
down
into caves
without openings.
Her treasured creativity
inside the deepest sea.

I cried and screamed,
I pulled my hair
and ran to the shoreline.
"Oh god Lily
wait for me!
If resurrection be possible
I will cause you to float toward saints
pull away those scathing tentacles
let me
please
instill breath in you again.
Oh Lily
forgive me."

No tears can measure any sense of travel
when one does not know the road.
New places lose their value
without a reassurance of home.
When I think of all those masks
that I agreed to toss
away
ohhh.
I stripped us both of shelters
from beating days of rain.
Oh Lily
I will stand in prayer
although I have no hands.

The dragon changed his mind
he beckoned me in a lie
a pitiful story I had believed in.
I thought he was grooming me
that I would know a certain light
but before I recognized his presence
was evil
I had lost my way.

Restless in my heart
my soul torn to shreds
pieces bleeding only black and white
the colors had indeed abandoned us
both.

I was only sleeping
distracted by orchids
who sang tunes
of contemplative searches
for memories past ours
those ones that birth
unmatched miracles.
I was only praying
for a lighter day
I failed to see the sunshine
was already here.

"Oh Lily
let me find a softer letter
you remember that contract
don't you?
The out clause?
I know it is hidden away
somewhere.
I fixed it in that snowflake
the one we tried to measure?
You remember
don't you?

Not to worry
Lily
someone whispers in the wind.
I have my pallet filled now.
No, not with colors
but with moons.
No matter what Lily
I promise you
I will wait on Winter
no matter how long it takes
to find that snowflakes duplicate
OK?"

And with those words of mine
Lily
feeling the rain
simply faded away.

31 August 2008
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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The Images are of my paintings "Camille 1" and Camille ll" both are 18x24 oil on
canvas. They are part of my "Victorian Series" Camille is a real person that I knew
from long ago. She was an extremely sensitive little girl, which is why I painted
her. I rented costumes and created a tea party for her mother, sister and a foreign
exchange student from France,who stayed with me that Summer. I chose these paintings
because "Lily" is the inner child.

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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map fairy tale adventures. I dream of
beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women. 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.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Meditations of Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS,
taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was
considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications.
My paintings are collected worldwide.

Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my
website:

http://www.kathysart.com

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I am Represented by:

Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc., 547 West 27th Street, 5th floor, New York, NY 10001

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(I am Lily, Lily is me, she may be you as well?)

Aloha, Kathy

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"From Inside An Open Grave My Lily Did Escape"

2008-08-29T16:52:00.000-07:00

"From Inside An Open Grave My Lily did Escape"

Lily opened her eyes from sleeping
lest death take her ore
and rob her of her own breath
this grave
opened up toward hope.
Remembering all
in conflict
wound or victory
thus
Lily spoke:

"Let me be a snowflake
drift in the wind
connect with the atmosphere.
Solace
solace
floating till I reach another wound
past this one.
This one is too hard.

Healing.
Let me know that space
no one around
freedom to dance over oceans
feet never even touching
its liquid whispers
at all.
Yes
I want to fly that high.
I don't care what you say.

I met a sea lion once
he sang along with me
as I ran across the beach.
At first I felt afraid
as magic entered too close.
How could I possibly be that free?
And then?
I melted into it.
Not one other soul around
to deny me
my own tongue
worrisome
broken
setting boundaries
silent to forbidding
if only for a time.

Am I strong enough
To get that back?
Does the breeze tell me I'm OK?
Am I thirsty enough
to stretch past my own clauses?
Am I visible
to me
at all?

How black can the sea be?
How far is the sky?
Might I capture those stars?
How empty, how full
how long
how many times will I commit
to being my own self?

Stars do turn in different directions
within their same galaxy.
Perhaps I am too judgmental.
Wouldn't that be OK
for me too?
Choices to not just embrace
but become their living shadows.

The mystery combs my hair
cleans my body
brushes my teeth
scrapes every single barnacle
away
when I let it.

How lonely is that dragon
or is he in fact
really OK?
Has he gone on to march in parades
under the sea
without me?
Is it really true
what doubters say?

Silver Strand
forever glistening
I hear it still
and I need to
get back.

There is a sandcastle there
the tide cannot overtake it
the magic forever saved
deep inside
my mind.
Dragons yes
they live forever.
And everyone else is a lier.

In moment of doubt
transgressions plotted
It crossed my mind.
It's maybe true
what insecurities say
I might just be addicted
to every unknown fall.
Unsure
standing still I see them
attaching themselves to me
stubborn on my face
will I ever recognize my soul?
Will I ever come up for air?

Masked recusers died in the Fall
I saw them changing
their minds.
All of those promises
dropping to the ground
brown
raked up
and burned before winter.
Singing
earthquakes come here too.

I wanted to run
to that other side they talk about.
With blood in my ears
I realized
they were mistaken
plagued
by their own determination
that was actually indifference
to love.
Because
oh
they forgot to be kind.
I thought that was the message.

No matter
a dragon awaits me
I felt him breathing
once
on the Silver Strand
Tis not a poor desert flower
in a jar.
No.
I set my table
candle lit
messages unmarred.
And each and every breath
I now take
reflects a sacred note.
My dragon lives forever
with in that grave and out."

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
28 August 2008

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.

Be sure to check out my Squidoo lens: Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art:
http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart

Do you Twitter? Here is mine: http://twitter.com/kathysart

The image is "Bronze Nude 1" 24x36 oil on canvas. It can be found at Barebrush:
http://www.barebrush.com/Artists/ALB43e.html

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"Sometimes I Feel Frozen - Bleeding Snow"

2008-07-23T18:02:00.000-07:00

Frozen,
that is how I feel.
At times,
I am still haunted by our flaws,
together.

Some people must take separate roads,
travel does not come easy,
despite what you thought,
I truly never blessed it.

Evenings get cold,
sometimes,
still,
without breezes,
and oft times without breathing.

You remember that song I wrote?
The one about ice on the sidewalk,
bleeding snow,
that's just the way I saw you,
as bleeding snow.
Yet, you never claimed that kind of ice.

I write in the afternoons now,
no more pretending I don't,
no longer hiding scraps of paper,
on past due notes.

No one is perfect,
that will always,
always be true.

When I'm alone I send out apologies,
to passers by,
no matter they don't hear me.
I evoke social graces,
sentiments that may fall empty,
on a perfect stranger's deaf ears.
I owed you that much,
I am the first to say,
too little and way too late.

Yet...
you never got it,
never heard,
never dreamed my dreams,
or wanted to.
Who would frame that kind of art?

Being cold,
takes a long time to recover from.
Frozen statues in the dark,
if I look out past windows,
I still can see you.

Frozen,
that is how I feel,
at times.
I am still haunted by our flaws,
together.
Yet standing still,
has given me...
wisdom,
despite my un-mending.

I ask myself often,
what was I fleeing to?
If I stay very still,
not moving one single bit,
and feel the colors I now paint with?
I know.
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30 July 2008
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008

The image is of my painting, "Sunset" 24x48 oil on canvas. It is from my "Passion Series"

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Article Writing-Listing Top Seven is Heaven

2008-07-19T10:50:00.000-07:00

Top 7 is heaven
that's what I've heard
ring out the bells
this tips not absurd.

Article writing
make a list of top seven
pick out a subject
and present it with leaven.

A plan is so useful
tools of the trade
follow a guideline
with your words to parade.

Writing articles
to create a good following
thoughts that contribute
to readers is hallowing.

Write those articles
come one and all
bring sales to your website
send out that call.

To write is sublime
no excuses to clatter
aim for the sky
and stop all that chatter.

Seven is heaven
that's what I've heard
now pay attention
to what I have learned.

Chris Knight is right
his knowledge accepted
Seven's the number
to not be neglected.

Keep up your standards
plenty of text
roll out those lines
and don't get rejected.

Line up those thoughts
introduction in mind
then list your seven
a conclusion to find.

Take your sweet time
do not whine
fingers to keyboard
forever sublime.

Write those top tips
Seven or ten
organized thoughts
will bring a good end.

Blog it, log it
set the stage
top tips of seven
will bring a new age.

Apply yourself
and you will see
your efforts will soar
its revolutionary

Discover new things
don't be a bore
writing new wisdom
will bring comments galore!

No slackin' you're askin'?
Why no that's silly
write your articles
and make them a dilly.

However you write
or despite all your plights
its writing, yes writing
that will give you delight.

So onward young man
despite your said age
no fooling around
as you write the next page.

Young ladies move forward
29 our said line
stay forever lovely
as you write in spare time.

Onward writing soldiers
write and submit
and remember that seven
will make you legit.

18 July 2008
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008

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.

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". http://www.monkdogz.com

Aloha, Kathy

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A Dark Wanderer in a Free Obituary Search

2008-01-06T16:04:00.000-08:00

A Dark Wanderer in a Free Obituary Search

I think sometimes I'll discover me
dark wanderer
in a free obituary search.
I'll find that I have gone past here
and found a different now.

Drawings of scorpions
and grim reaper drawings
gothic angel art?
I forgot to list their names.
I think it is because they sang
so darkly.

Neon Blue slept here
I feared she would.
She got tired of all those noises.
She got tired of all the screams
that made havoc in her mind.
Projected inappropriately
past those midnight walls
Lily heard her
letting them come out.
Lily and I
in the dark holding hands.
And will hear those memories
forever.

Grim reaper
grim reaper
on my walls
and in my bed
late at night
I hear you breathing.
Obituary searches found my name?
You have stained my heart
caused me forever to know sadness
despite tokens of good cheer
tiny angels will not rest here with ease.
Not for me and not for Lily
despite her well dressed protests.

It is with sadness
colored with regret
I hear her
and yet dear Lily
tiny angel
will forever point toward stars.
In the light I see her
still hopeful.
I always have.

And yet..
Moans come from the closet still.
I want to drag them out
wrap them in a blanket
suffocate their need of me
tie them to the other side
of somewhere I can't find again.
I want to become cold
become a calloused word.

Lily won't speak of it to her
she would not recall it anyway
not an honest story she'd remember.
Perfect not to admit to.
Who would?
I will hold back all those tainted fields.
No daisies
no roses planted with care
no little ponds I wished I could maintain
that would love me back
and lend comfort to a little girl.

In times of weakness
Yes, I think sometimes I'll discover me
dark wanderer
in a free obituary search.
I'll find that I have gone past here
and found a different now
yet I know one thing more
secrets shared
I will always find peace in Lily's arms.

copyright 2008
Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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Songs I've Written

2007-12-26T11:41:00.000-08:00

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"Speak Of The Devil"

a song:

1)
Where do you go
when you're not with me?
Who do you see
when you're not seeing me?
Who do you smile at
with those eyes... that I
wish I never knew?

2)
Who grew the flowers
in the vase on your table?
Who props your pillow
and strokes all your moods?
Who is the one
you stare off in the distance to?
Who is the one
you leave here for?

Chorus:
I weave a little token
a blanket made of smoke
as the colors touch each other
I remember
the fire

3)
Who do I run to
when the road leads black?
Where do I surface
when hell freezes over?
Bleeding out passions
that I knew
once
Well... speak of the devil
Sphere of the devil
oh Babe it's you

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"I Fall For You"

a song:

1)
You could have had my soul for free
Never needed to pay
just to be here with me.
You always had a way
Roses for breakfast
and sleeping 'til noon
You...
me with you.

2)
You ask me how my life
could decay this way.
You never realized it was you
who
brought me to
this place
this place

Break:
I fall in love each time
I smell roses in June
I think of you
I remember your eyes
when the wind blows free
each time
your eyes on mine.
But this time
you left crumbs on the bed
and half filled glasses
of the cheapest wine
me
and the wine
left behind
with the things you said
I was hoping
I was hoping
you never meant.
Your eyes
I fall in love each time.

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"Neon Blue"

1) She seemed a walking wound,
a howl inside the moon.
Her colors mingled to an empty space,
a silent shattered tune.
Such plans amoung us,
we hardly recognized,
our host of bright lights,
had passed and left her prime.

Chorus:
Do you want to dance 'til noon
and fly across the moon?
Do you want to dance 'til noon
and follow Neon Blue?

And she cried Hold me,
hold me 'til my final hour.
Hold me,
hold me through the night.

2) My teeth chatter,
a warm day cold,
and in a moment,
just for comfort,

I reach for anything old
and hold it close,
all those sentimental tunes of Neon Blue.
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"Miles Away"

a song:

Chorus: It rains miles away, miles and miles away
It rains miles away, miles and miles away

1)
I don't want to steal your dreams away.
I don't want my presence to intrude...
on you.
I used a compass to find this place.
I used the moon to guide me through
your moods.
You say...
you're only miles away.

2)
She smiled and said, "Well yes I know,
there's an element that seems to grow,
in all of us.
I think you've learned
to talk very far.
You give the feeling that your sorrow never ends,
but it's not as if the rain didn't fall here too,
when it fell on you."

Chorus

3)
There is an element of conscience,
that keeps blowing thru cool winds,
and I think if you don't stop to listen,
I might lose before I win.
New things are hard to handle.
It's unclear of what's to gain,
But after all
its' like you say
you're only miles away.

Chorus

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"It Smells Like Silence"

a song:

1)
It smells like silence
The kind where no one cares
Your clothes are filled with the fragrance
of someone who left
If I wash them for you
will the memories be removed?
Or has all the fighting
that suffocates the loving
worn the deeper groove?

2)
It smells like silence
and isn't silence cold?
the ribbons have unraveled
no future to hold
A hint of life discarded
you packed and sent away
tidy little sentiments
of warmer days

Break:
I suppose I could wash these clothes
and no one will ever know
Only you ... for the fragrance will be gone
But then there's all that silence left behind
miles of better dreams and saner songs
mingled with the scenes of loveless eyes

It smells like silence
the kind where no one cares.

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"Mystie"

a song:

1)
There are places
that you've never been to
There are spaces
where you'll never go
There are passions
waiting to be lived yet
Mystie I know

chorus:
Mystie I know (four times in background)
When the rain falls
cold on my shoulder
Mystie I know (three times)

2)
Vacant eyes hold
tears that rest silent
faces scatter
a child needs to grow
and the wounded
continue their struggle
Mystie I know

chorus

"I Grasp A Circle"

(a song)

I touch the wind inside my eyes
I grasp a circle and I hold it tight
I close the door
and I form a simple key
to keep me in here
and you
out there

If there are other circles to the day
better memories on display
will you help me
to unwind them?
I'm bound to see them
don't you think
If I ponder on the moment long enough

Does time cease
do memories?

You may not use my memories
You may not misconstrue
because as they're unfolded
they are me
of course
and not you

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"Princess Hurry"

On this night
She took her eyes from the clear flight
buried her dreams in a sons light
wrapped up in patriots marching.

Approaching
the turbulent sound of a peace dove
handed her fate with a white glove
that hastily captured the moment.

....Hurry ....... hurry...

And truly
white doves were made to be trusted
stories were meant to be ended
she had her cause
she pretended

Her dreams
focused on whole hearted ventures
always her lover would enter
climb up the mountain
and take her.

.....Hurry.... hurry .....

I think
clouds should be noticed as dark signs
.... no time to waste
....so I'll....
......hurry
climb to the mountain
no time to waste
....hurry

Chorus:

(in soft voices in the background... continual)
No time to waste so I'll rescue the Princess
Hurry...... hurry

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"Without Blinking"

Last night I dreamed it
I hope it's not true
the shelter for many
had grown to quite few
No resting spaces
and no quiet time
they're closing up our borders
and standing by their lines
hoping the few who're left standing
will die
in little time

Oh my God
we're killing thousands
without thinking at all
Oh my God
we're killing thousands
without blinking

Some people have no faces
they live with withered hearts
they sing "Amazing Grace" only
because they know their parts

In a hungry lost world
it's not enough to say
I go to church on Sundays
and before I eat I pray
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" Till Time Is Right"

a song:

1)
We sat at the kitchen table
as her tears most freely fell.
She said she'd like to tell me
of a friend she'd never met.
Her husband had left years ago
upon her own request.
but since that time she's been alone
and alone is a lonely plan.

Chorus:

'Till time is right
'till time is right
we only have one life to live
but still the rules apply.
We'll wait
'till the time is right

2)
She had spied a stranger
while sitting in the sun.
The moment that their eyes locked
she felt her soul
undone.
A friend had planned a dinner
to introduce their lives.
Formal invitations
she waited
'till the time was right.

3)
One night she was out driving
along a lone ravine.
A car crash did seem suspect
a car that she had seen.
And when she called
and asked her friend
if what she feared was true
she said that yes..
he left a note to say
I'm lonely too.

Bridge:

Who knows why or when we'll meet again.
If we'll crawl or if we'll fly.
But I know one thing
that's clear
fell from my mother's eyes.

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"Where to Begin'

a song:

Complex emotions
tight fisted seas
turn around
be found
in a circle of hostilities.
Up in the air
no one cares
be free.. to be
anywhere.

I can't tell you all that you need to know to do
but I can tell you that the road goes through.
I can tell you what I mean
from my soul.
I can tell you
and you need to know...

So I can breath... again.

I fell in... to where to begin.
I fell in... to start again.

I need to breath... again.

Hand me those pages of notes
that I've told you.
Tell me the story.. though old.
I fell in
to the path overgrown
I fell in
to where to begin.

I need to breath... again.

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"Kuamoo Road"

a song:

There is a man who waits
at the stem of Kuamoo Road
and he is waiting
for his life
to begin.

There is a woman who sits in the dark
and she drinks all alone,
she is waiting for
her life
to end.

I stand alone
in shadows
and I sketch out their frames
sitting near
in the secret
of disguise.

I'll be a lilac
be at least a petal
or an amaranth
in their wake
I will treasure all
the lessons found
as I fly
so very far away.

Feb. 2000
Imperial Beach, CA

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"Break Not Your Heart"

a song:

1)
There will be times
and treasures I've known,
there will be rivers
melted from snow.

2)
There will be dreams
attached to autumn leaves,
there will be springtime
and reasons to flee.

Chorus:

And break not your heart
hold back the wounds
however inflicted
they were not meant for you.

3)
There will be seas
only airplanes and ships adorn
there will be silence
for a sorrow too worn.

4)
There will be sighs
as the ruler points wrong
yet... there will be comfort
in the rainbow of song.

Chorus

Break:

Time passes by
I plot to hear you call
and yet I know why
and have accepted it all.

Chorus

1996 Kauai

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"Gecko Song"

1)
Gecko gecko on the ceiling
waiting for that special feeling. Turned his head and he smiled at me
as I lied down and watched TV.
Then he gave a little sigh
as he dropped his do do in my eye.

Chorus:
Isn't that the way things go (2 times)

2)
I watched a man walk past my window
head turned down
he was on the go.
He never looked up
to view the sky
but he'll never know do do
in his eye.

He'd say,

Chorus:
Isn't that the way things go (2 times)

Heads up, stand up, get in line
move out, get out, watch the signs.
If you move through life
and ignore the view
you'll never know
what geckos do

Say now,

Chorus:
Isn't that the way things go (2 times)

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"So Goes The Time"

a song:

Dreams encircle my mind

live up to promises

stolen by time... take back the time

when dreams were young and you were mine.

Slide into shadow and waves

remembered by some

some.... who were young

remember the time, remember the time?

chorus:

Cherish the simple

the mood in my stead

reach out to love songs

stroking your breath.

I will be there

in all that you do

in all that you dream

and don't follow thru.

Dreams collide or abide

testing their way

some... will decay

but I... I miss you, the closeness of you.

A blow delivered by fate

she smiles and eyes know

and dance...to the rhymes

but I...will always remember the time, the time.

And so goes the time

so goes the time

and so goes the time.

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"In You"

a song:

1)
In you... I saw a vision fleeting by,
no tale nor reason to de-nigh
a dream so dim
yet waiting to begin.

2)
In you...the ships could sail behind your eyes
encase a world or hasten time.
The color blue...in you
casts another hue.

3)
And you... escaped my grasp
I cannot tell
If all is lost I wish you well
another time
where stories never rhymed.

4)
In you... I saw a vision fleeting by
in songs, in notes, in passers by,
a stories end
no longer to pretend
in you.
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Portrait Prices-Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

2007-12-23T15:22:00.000-08:00

* A portrait from photographs
* Oil painting on canvas
* One person, a couple, or the whole family
* Face only, or full figure with landscape background (prices vary/not reflected in prices below)
* Your human essence or your mermaid or faerie self.

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.

Photo session with Kathy .......$75.

Price Guide

Oils (18 x 24")
one person
$900
each additional person
400

Oils (24 x 30" to 30 x 40")
one person
2000
each additional person
1000

Shipping and Care

Oils -
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.

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.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
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Hawaii News-Local artist featured at Pictures Plus

2007-12-23T15:19:00.000-08:00

Local artist featured at Pictures Plus

Local Artist Kathy Ostman-Magnusen is being featured as "Artist of the Month" at Hilo's Pictures Plus for the month of December.

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.

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.

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.

Her artwork can also be seen on her website http://www.kathysart.com

Recipes For Christmas

2007-12-23T14:48:00.000-08:00

German Pancake Recipe - A Lot Like a Popover

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.

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?

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.

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.

OK. back to my German Pancake, that is a lot like a popover, because of all the eggs and the way it rises.

"German Pancakes"

4 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup flour
1/4 tsp. salt
2 Tbl. sugar

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!

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The Best Bean You've Ever Had - Crock Pot Cooking

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.

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!

And now.. ta da! the recipe that I have built up to be so fabulous:

"The Best Bean You've Ever Had"

Fry together and then drain off the fat (yuk to fat right?)

3 strips of bacon
1 chopped onion
1 pound ground beef

In a crock pot add meat mixture and then add to that the following:

1- 31 oz. Van Camps Pork and Beans
2- 15 oz. butter beans (drained)
1- 15 oz. kidney beans (drained)
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 TBl. Liquid Smoke (I had never heard of this either if this is new to you)
3 TBl. Vinegar
1 1/4 cup Ketchup
Salt and pepper to taste

Simmer on low all day. Don't ya just ADORE crock pots?

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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?

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!

"Oatmeal Mushroom Steak"

1 TBL. vegex (like a bouillon cube)
1/2 cup hot water
1 tsp. sea salt (yes if you are gonna be healthy make it sea salt, smile)
1/2 sage or poultry seasoning
1 onion chopped
3 TBL. Butter (I always use real butter, the flavor cannot be compared)
3 eggs well beaten
1 can cream of mushroom soup
2 soup cans - hot water
1 can mushrooms (I know, I can 'hear' you, canned stuff isn't all that healthy)
2 1/4 Cup uncooked old fashioned oatmeal

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.
Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour.

Yay, you are done.

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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.

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.

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!

"Evon's Chocolate Cake" (who is Evon? I have absolutely no idea!)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees

Mix together:

2 cups sugar
6 TBL. butter
1/2 tsp. salt
2 tsp. vanilla

Add:

2 eggs ....and mix well

Sift together: (yes you gotta sift it. It will turn out weird if you don't, sorry)

6 TBL. unsweetened cocoa powder
2 cups flour
2 tsp. baking powder
2 tsp. soda (and you know what happens if you don't mix soda or baking powder in with the dry stuff right?
.. weird tasting stuff, very strange chemical reactions and ewww! horrible, thats what!)

Mix Both ingredients together.

Add slowly as you stir ( you might ask someone to help you)

2 cups boiling water

Pour into your already prepared with butter and flour, oblong approx. 9x12 pan.
Bake for 45-50 minutes (test with a toothpick or whatever)

After you take it out of the oven?

COVER IT with aluminum foil until it cools.

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.

Dragon Drawings and a Tattoo Gallery

2007-12-23T12:14:00.000-08:00

Dragon drawing,tattoo gallery
fairy tattoos,tribal tattoos
butterfly tattoos
I want them all!
I want them to wear to a party.

I feel jealous of the dragon
and so do you.
I do not care that you won't admit it.
I don't believe you.

I want to go to parties
dress up like a jester
wear a mask of feathers
butterfly tattoos
tribal tattoos
let the fire flow
let my dance fight for me.

I am tired
of being tired
I am slow to see it
too late
too bad
and the tinges of sadness
golden cages I cannot open
never or ever.

I wish I was a dragon
I wish I was that strong
I wish that I could yell my stories
make them real
fold up all the trees
as beautiful as they are
they block my view
I want to see a bigger story.

I want to go to parties
scream out songs
wear nothing at all
maybe just a ruby on my cheek.
I want to go to a tattoo gallery
count their fairy tattoos
on other people maybe me
I want to fly free
and not care about anything at all.
I want to drink till I cannot stand
cut the ribbon in the hallway.

I keep secrets
so do you so do not act so proud
who do you think you are?

I think the train is coming
I hear it rushing toward me.
I will stand in front of it
till that last moment
then calmly step away
just like before.

I missed out
it comes down to that
I want to go to parties.
I want a tattoo
maybe a fairy
maybe a star
maybe a tribal tattoo
I want to go to a tattoo gallery.

Of course there are good days
filled with natures gifts.
I did not and do not miss that.
Quit telling me.
I am tired of hearing explanations
I am tired of know it all people
I am tired of me being one
I want to go to a party.
I want to be wild.

I feel jealous of the dragon
I hold my dragon drawings
I want to breathe his power
I want to yell sometimes
I think maybe I will take me out of this box
build me back
start to find that spark.

I feel jealous of the dragon
and so do you.
I do not care that you won't admit it.
I don't believe you.

Just down the hallway
there you are
just as I thought
counting the days
and all your pennies.

Dragon drawing,tattoo gallery
fairy tattoos,tribal tattoos
butterfly tattoos
take them out of the closet
I want them all!

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
28 March 2007

"Beautiful Older Women Galleries-Beautiful Women in Competition"

2007-12-23T12:04:00.000-08:00

"Beautiful Older Women Galleries-Beautiful Women in Competition"

Gothic angel art
fine art paintings reproductions
beautiful older women galleries
beautiful women in competition
do I fit in?
I line my canvases up in a hallway
picture them there
anywhere
does awe come their way?

I set out to meet the day
creativity reaches for me
rainbows or clouds
I cannot tell as yet.
Fine art paintings
reproduction of my heart.
The sun is showing its head
I smile on past accomplishments.
I am an aritst.

My gothic angel art
my unicorns of crystal
a pegasus I did ride here.
I see beginnings
the gate that leads me to survival.
My lessons are in the doing.
I am an artist.

There is a darkness in me
late at night
still.
I paint by candles
ablaze by my own passion.
Gothic angels
whimsical angels
and older woman
I guess I am all of them.
I am an artist.

It is a toss up
will my frailties trump me
will I bend
will I fly?
I lean toward opportunities
beautiful older women
and their galleries of age
ageless.
The Universe does smile on them
and hand them notes in the hallway.
I patiently wait for mine.
I am an artist.

I can be anything
still
it is never too late!
Fine art
painting reproductions
not my aim
I search to find my inner being.
An artist's brush full of paint
colors bright and fresh
I become everything new.
I am an artist.

Gothic angel art
fine art paintings reproductions
beautiful older women galleries
beautiful women in competition
do I fit in?

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
23 March 2007

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Grim Reaper Artwork and a Fairies Illustrations-Please, Make It Rain

2007-12-23T11:57:00.000-08:00

"Please, Make It Rain-Grim Reaper Artwork and a Fairies Illustrations"

I want to feel passion
find a fairies illustrations
grim reaper artwork
I want to make it rain
yet I am almost sick of the word.
it is not enough
words not met by deeds.
Pictures cut out from magazines
pasted on the floor
I want to walk in their gardens.

I hear the ground
those before me
I am humbled.
I hear their voices
they speak of lost days
grim reaper artwork
so why
do I...
lose them?

I stroke my own hair
hear me breathing
I am not sure it is really me
and yet
I am a fantasy fairy in a snow filled jar.
A bench sits in the middle of the ocean
my brush is filled with aqua.
I remove tight fitting muzzles
lest bright colors fly away.
I always seem to miss the signs
and yet
I will try to spy them now
lest I die.
One cannot control adventures
nor define them
a fairies illustrations
but I will try none the less.

I count the days
grim reaper
but I am not sure why
maybe because
I count my paintings.

I hear the breaths of tombs.
They did not know their shadow
before their passing.
And ohhh...
I hear their complaints
making rain
I guess I am one.
I sing in harmony.
How many failures can one accept
and still be noticed?

Let me climb from this jar
let me taste the stamen of a flower
touch my tongue on a tiny miracle
stave off honey bees
stand firm
this story is meant for me.

Pleasantries are gone in winter
it feels too cold for smiles.
I will seclude myself
till the snow is past
and no longer floating free
in unopened jars full of water
filled to the brim with wishes
for fantasy fairies like me.

I am a tear
yet I have added a second blanket
and should be fine.

Voices
everywhere
I stop
I hear...
grim reaper illustrations
calling out for drops of water.
And ever so timely
bringing umbrellas to cover
voices from the ground.

14 April 2007
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods-Those Country Song Lyrics

2007-12-23T11:50:00.000-08:00

Country Song Lyrics-Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods

I came across a woman
she shared no emotions that felt kind
not with me.
Country song lyrics came to mind.
No smiles
no eyes that said today could be special.
No energy
except for her own sullenness
her own self indulgence.

I became someone in parenthesis.
No matter my life may have in fact known darker days
she would never know.
I don't suppose it really matters.
It is not as if she and I would ever be friends.

Yet the day would have
could have
had a softer presence.

It take so little really
just a little smile
a simple recognition.
It takes so little to rise to the occasion
see life outside of ones own breath.
Photo puzzles deciphered
country lyrics understood
just one wing in the fire.

I have thought of her
on an off
since that day I saw her sitting
slumped over
measuring my worth?
I am not sure of that.
I would not want to be unfair.

There was a breeze that day
I heard it gently in my ear.
It touched me through my hair.
I was reminded of different days
hard days
difficult days
a wing
just one left behind
and in the fire
more than a country lyric
more than a bad song.
Sad days
photo puzzlels
never finding their place on the shelf.
Days I did not want to be in.

I then thought about that woman
decided to give her the benefit of the doubt
reasons to be sullen.
Paths I could not be savvy to.
One never knows.

Yet
oh
and yet
I want to feel the rain
the breeze
share smiles
no matter what.
Hope beyond
a wing that burns
have a glint in my eye
to share
even if no one looks up.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
15 April 2007

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Fine Art Whimsical Angel Commissions and Me

2007-12-23T11:41:00.001-08:00

Whimsical musicians artwork, map faery tale adventure,whimsical sitting bride and groom... all these treasures waiting in the doorway.

My Whimsical Musicians Artwork Does Map Faery Tale Adventures- An Excuse for Passion

An Excuse for Passion and Ribbons That Sway...

This excuse for passion
map faery tale adventure
go ahead
make those ribbons sway.
Whimsical musicians artwork
Did you give thanks?
Did you think you were magic?
Whimsical sitting bride and groom
songs in the morning...
I guess I thought you were once too.

Will you run to the store for me?
whimsical musician
pick up those things I love?
Will you run?
Map a faery tale adventure?

Remind me to give you a gift in return
or at least a trace of one
this bride
this groom.
My generosity is shortcoming
fine art whimsical angel commissions
though justified in its seclusion
I think we will agree.

The breezes I find here
comforting I guess.
I thought i'd find a gift somewhere
my bride
my groom
but no.

The breezes I find here
sacred
holy
yet only
breezes.

Blood drips down from the entry
no matter the cost.
You have survived
tell me so I can sleep tonight.

There is mold on your charms
I mark the path
it is a ruthless war.

There was a stranger
I hear he was sleeping
I am bleeding
again
in the hallway
but I am none the less wiser.

Who will tell the story when blood is gone?

I'll test your hands for bleeding
yours or mine
no going back.

You would think that someone would say something
wouldn't you?
make a map of a faery tale adventure?
But no
no big talk here.
I will accept to sorry answers
no folded flowers
no matter the color.

I hope to see you again
or maybe me
in this comfort zone
gentle zone I formed with sand.

I've narrowed it down at least
made lists
still incomplete
yet I live here.
People move
pardon the mess
I am on my way
I will be whole no matter what i think right now.

Ahh the blood stain
that you left behind
you were looking for another victim
and something sacred to hide
I bend to those conclusions
yet still
all the while
I paste bandages over my mouth.

Seclusion
my martyr
do we need an ambulance?

I am still thinking of your voice
or someone's
whimsical musicians artwork
yet I do not hear those good intentions
no matter how hard I listen.
They have been left by the wayside
that I am now.

This voice
it says to run.
All I can say is...
how?
You seem to see my reflection
every where I go
I do go.

This voice has rivers
they flow over
but freezes in the winter.

Where is winter?

My best friend
time out
winter
my best friend.

I am embedded in the moon
I did not admit to it before
and yet I am.

The cloud that succumbs me
hides me in the shadows.
Its not about me or you
no bell to chime.
Don't count on me
whimsical musicians artwork
or stupid rhymes in poems.
No one that I know can feel their breathing.

Such a bad predicament
I continue to repair it.
No dollies here though
no hair to comb
no smudges patched
no
real love tells you to fly
fly
home.
Fine art whimsical angel commissions
and me.

16 April 2007
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Fine

2007-12-23T11:41:00.000-08:00

Leonardo da Vinci and Me

2007-12-23T11:23:00.000-08:00

I 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.

Map faery tale adventures
tiny angels to light your way.
Mystical fairies give advice on life's stumbling blocks
promise nothing
except to tell you what is logical.
Take it all with a grain of salt
sprinkle it with fairy dust.
whimsical musicians artwork
map faery tale adventure
whimsical sitting bride and groom
what an excuse for making fancy cakes.
See Leonardo see?

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"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"

2007-12-23T09:56:00.000-08:00

"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"

or

"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed-Flower Faires Garden Ornaments-Tis A Poem About Spring Cleaning"

Fairies stand round
giggle with glee
tis a poem about spring cleaning.
I'll post in on my fridge.
I'll use a magnet of tin
now shiny after my buffing it.
A magnet of a daisy
green leaves, yellow center
and wonderful white petals.
He loves me
he loves me not.

Flower fairies
garden ornaments
spring break
set in place.
Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
everything ready for summer.
Fairies come out to feel the freshness
smiles are everywhere.

Simple and clean
it did not take as long as I thought
and oh!
I am rewarded by the calmness it brings.
I feel freer somehow
just knowing things are in their place
closer to what ornaments looked like
when first bought.

Leaves of fall taken away
the ones that were left over
green is invited to sing here once again.

My garden is ready for new plantings
zucchini, lettuce and string beans
fresh corn from its husk
my garden is clean for my labor
smile
HUGE smile.
A flower fairy
and garden ornaments
of well cared for sentiments.

Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
tis such a lovely delicate site.
Fantasy fairies sing
honeybees are ready to do their job
as i just finished mine.

Tis fitting
a poem about spring cleaning
when the day knows dusk
all the flowers will sing a song
in the morning
and I will feel the freshness
not felt as brightly yesterday.

Sing my little fantasy fairies
bring granny cookies
ice tea and your sun bonnet
tis spring alas today
I write you a letter
with a poem about spring cleaning.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
17 April 2007

1, 1156.000, 34, 5, 0, spring cleaning yard and flower bed
2, 576.000, 24, 4, 1, a poem about spring cleaning
3, 115.440, 316, 50, 865, granny cookies
4, 105.264, 20245, 3213, 3893653, spring break
5, 94.767, 3051, 484, 98226, simple and clean
1, 909.091, 100, 16, 11, flower fairies garden ornaments

Grim Reaper Drawings and Childhood Mentors in the Doorway

2007-12-23T09:51:00.000-08:00

Grim Reaper Drawings and Childhood Mentors in the Doorway

He said she'd sing in the dark
grim reaper drawings
pasted in a notebook
hearing voices...
and I believed him.

I believed in her.

I pinned up her picture as my muse.
I played her music
even though there was no sound.

I held her picture
only for seconds at a time
because it seemed to be burning.

My blanket made of smoke
this reaper
to me the greater sacrifice
to you a cover from the dark.

Such a pitiful dress now
isn't it?
Bonds to wounds
too thin to be called healthy.

I stole their weapons once
grim reaper drawings
clowns of decent
jesters.
I captured what I thought was their goodness.
It was not of course
twas only a white horse arriving in the doorway
greeted by everyones laughter.

Don't sacrifice till you are sure of the outcome.
Don't make any pledges
just for now
OK?
It may not be hopeless
but at the very least
we will know enough to mark the trail.

I will not shy away from such tragedies
heartaches made informal
dismissed
no matter how poignant.
Such a woeful thing
being set on the shelf
in a room made empty.

Gather all the masks then
I will not hold it against you.
I will only wash the napkins as you use them.

This meal
this monster you seem to mentor
will post the earliest retreat
pin reminders on the wall
to hide the children in the closet.

Innocence being the easiest to defeat
hopefully someday
someone
will unwrap the colors
and let them out to feel the rain again.

I will line up all my little paintings
grim reaper drawings
set them in a row and wait.
I will hold a seance
despite a child's objection:
"I am not dead as yet
please keep my vigil sacred
do not swallow the key
lest someone drown
and forget from where I call."

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
27 April 2007

Cats and Dogs

2007-12-23T09:46:00.000-08:00

Maxwell bites the cats feet
when she thinks I am not looking
She wants to make them run
they do.
She wants to be top dog
she is.
she is the only dog
but in her mind she is a wolf from the forest
no matter she only stands twenty inches.

Charlotte or Gracie killed a fledgling
not one single flight will that bird know.
I found it on the walkway
ants taking away its lifeless tomb
leaving only tiny feathers.
Gracie checks the yard for more.
Two cats on the prowl doing what cats do.
Sad though.
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Resting In Lily's Arms and other Holy Spaces

2007-12-23T09:41:00.000-08:00

I covered my ears
spent the rest of the day silent
sifting through memories
and burning old letters.
I chasten the tag a longs
those things that haunt
they crowd out my mentors

The meanings seem translucent now
Do not waste those lessons
note them well
post them on the refrigerator
with a magnet made of ice.

I fell into this holy space
resting in my Lily's calm.
I wonder if she knew it.
Maybe
in time.
I have learned a lot
and am still searching.
Lily is me
and I am Lily
and everyone else.

The struggle was not in the forgiving
not on Lily's part
the struggle was in accepting forgiveness
and counting herself worthy of such a gift
of being made to feel whole again.
Being able to say those words
"I love you"
how could she dare?
How could I?
She simply was not worthy
not to her
and it was assumed by her
not to anyone else.
No she would not say them
not for a very long time.
She could not see that flower
and I was not allowed in the garden.

Knowing every single day
that Lily would be here
her loyalties needed to be well spent.

Resting in my Lily's arms
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Monkdogz Urban Art Gallery - New York City

2007-09-03T13:53:00.000-07:00

"Free Coloring Pages Fairies and Dragons- I Will Always Imagine You Dancing Without Shadows"

Free coloring pages fairies and dragons
I did not know of your deserted treasures.
I was in a clouded box.
I was the mask
in front of my own face.
I absorbed
only
what I was told to.

New days spawn ultimate miracles
spiders spin webs.
Tell the others
fairies and dragons
of their salvation though
I am still looking for mine.
Just a message to hold on to.

Give me a reprieve though
will you?
Set your mark inward for a change?
When you feel tempted to elaborate on falls
make them your own?
In return I'll stop painting your doorway.

I tried to reach you
but you were out.
Nothing new, or is it?
Blood from my mouth
a dragons voice in the hallway
thoughts of recovery
I guess for my sake alone.
Puddles on the sidewalk
no reason to hesitate
you never have before.

All of your belongings?
Free coloring pages fairies and dragons
have been given to you.
I never knew them.

I whisper your name at night
and I confess
more often than not
I miss having something with your scent.
I hear me stupidly crying.

I will scrub off all those blemishes though.
Stop their complaints
how dare they?

I still put bandages on all their fingers
yet they still refuse to travel
much less dance.
Can you imagine?

Funny
I always thought I'd be more outgoing
at least not so damaged.
Not to worry though
I still reach for kisses
from distant planets.

If I don't find you again?
No forwarding address?
Or if you decide you will not call?
I will not be angry
not when all is said and done.
No, I won't.
I will forever think of you
fondly
and imagine you, fairies and dragons
dancing.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
02 September 2007

ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, New York, NY
http://www.monkdogz.com

Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc.

547 West 27th Street

5th floor

New York, NY 10001

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures, testing erotica . I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.

Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my website: http://www.kathysart.com

Sign up for my mailing list for FREE ART GIFTS: Drawings of whimsical angel pictures, legends of mermaids and fairies in art and "Letter From the Tooth Fairy", all suitable for children.

The artwork is one of my little watercolor sketches.
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Words That End With the Letter Q

2007-08-02T13:40:00.000-07:00

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Words that end with the letter Q?

There are no words that end with the letter Q

You.. silly QUasimoto!

I need them for Scrapple as well

but alas

checking under every cover

every avenue to discovery

my dictionary

my google friend

no, no, no!

A Q cannot be the end.

Q is not a lonely letter

It loves to cuddle with a U

it finds one every chance it gets

no regrets

and wakes up in the morning

still cozy

next to its loyal lover.

So no lamenting for this letter Q

YOU.. silly QUasimoto.

And by the way

speaking of Q's

a cue to you

what is a QUasimoto

today on the scene?

Not a hunchback character

It's urban talk you see

an alter ego

of a high pitched rapper

spaced out

on stoned beats

singing in the streets.

Ahh me

it is all as silly as it can be

the Q in QUasimoto

lending me reason

if not a rhyme in time

selected from my imagination.

Sitting at my station

waiting for my Q to bring

not a single thing

but a U

'cause its a wonderful thing

to sing

of all the virtues U does bring

to a Q

in this dream.

I now seem to know it quite well

by my expression here

becoming QUite clear

in this QUriky poem

that sings alone for Q.

I have never met a U

that I did not find intriguing.

Yet I confess

I have often grown weary of them.

U, Ewe, You

must the subject always be so one sided?

I find myself saying

QUit it U

enough of YOU!

...and by the way

what ever happened to your oft seen companion

that dear sweet letter Q?

Yes, try to remember Q.

Humm U?

Does Q tire of your self absorbed conversations?

Never!

Sadly for Q it is true U

You do not need Q!

I see you

roaming about without Q

all the time!

But just remember U

you DO indeed need Q

to say,

"You silly QUasimoto."

So back to my travail

the Q that must always have a tail.

It alas is understood

Q never stands alone.

No matter how you've grown

you will always find a home

with other friends

that help you or ewe or U

to end this silly QUasimoto story.

You Q

will always finds a special glory

in a QUasimoto story

who will always see the value

in a U

a U that must be humbled

because it needs you, Q!

Words that end with the letter Q?

NO.. they simply don't exist!

Well...maybe just a few.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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Drawing of Scorpions and Printable Gifts- A Goddess Post and Mysterious Symptom

2007-08-02T13:36:00.000-07:00

Drawings of scorpions
I found them on your desk.
I stood there for hours
wondering from where they called you.
I wondered where you found the strength
to not reach around and bite your own tail
taking the devils gifts to you.

The river seems to need you back
a mysterious symptom
does that surprise you?
I know it surprises me.
There are mysterious symptoms growing here
despite what you whisper
when I'm sleeping.

Music without lyrics
the skeleton dances
no matter the lack of ambiance.
I try to understand its rhythm.
I hoped that you would tell me
secrets un-bandaged
wounds ready to heal
excusing all your objections
precedent communications
left outside to recover on their own.
Left outside for the sun to burn
and blister its feathers.

This goddess post does not belong to me
not anymore.
I should have kept up my dancing.
I forgot to sever my inhibitions
they never seemed to be quite so vivid
until today.
Until today.

I stifled the light
no candles allowed to blink
no printable gifts line the closet
no drawings of scorpions
no broken tiles
nothing will replace this morning.

Beautiful women in competition
floating somewhere on my canvas.
I think I am going through withdrawal.
I will get over it in time.

Spirituality
informations ceases to exist
beyond this day that you excluded me.
Gifts and collectibles candles
wine country gift baskets
please don't bother
I am a madman's tailor.
I will return to my painting
paint this day
line up all the colors
I may have missed.
I will reflect
always
about your drawings of scorpions
all those moments alone
and me
with a pin drop on my head
thinking of you
and wondering about it all.

1 August 2007

Spirituality Information? Celtic Design Tattoos are Planted on my Shoulder

2007-08-02T13:33:00.000-07:00

Spirituality information?
The rune tips my scale.
I had always counted on it tiles
placed in a cross
to unfold me
lead me to celtic dreams
celtic design tattoos on my shoulder.

I feel so sad I swear I'm breathing tears.
I write
I paint
I sculpt the skyline
pouring out my heart
and then delete them all.
I feel invisible
even to myself.
No graduation songs today.

I know I will feel better tomorrow
but for now?
I am amazed by this walk
the water touches my toes
and it is stinging.
I feel it and am surprised
the moon is breathing
awakened to reality.

I think I may have crowded out the angles
they got tired of my complaints.
Yet, where were they
when the blossoms did not open?
Maybe on a shelf somewhere.

I sit in solitude
with these notebooks of mine
filled to the brim with quotes
cues for self worth
climbing to the top and feeling safe
finding those achievements
binding up complaints
mine
tossing them in the fire
watching them rise within the sparks
becoming ashes.
Ahh these notebooks
I tie them up
setting them aside.
No matter they are gone
I still remember their spirit.

It gets old you know?
Complaints to worthy kings.
They sit so honorably in their spaces
I watch them caressing their own breasts.
I see them through a peep hole in their closet
they cannot fool me.

Who cares really?
I guess I am the only one still listening.
Yet
I have a celtic design tattoo still singing
and resting on my shoulder.
I don't expect to be heard though
why would I?
I have no reason to expect it.
It is all just like a fish inside a glass jar.

I think I will go out walking none the less
decide, no make myself decide.
Spirituality information
I guess it is still breathing inside my head.
I am like a highlight on a leaf
I glisten still
spirituality information
graduation songs
those walks
are indeed healing avenues to take.
I have done it before
no reason to think I can't again.
Besides I have celtic design tattoos
that moved from my shoulder
and are now
pinned inside my chest.

2 August 2007

Final Fantasy Real Emotion | Passages

2007-04-17T15:50:00.000-07:00

"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"

Fairies stand round
giggle with glee
tis a poem about spring cleaning.
I'll post in on my fridge.
I'll use a magnet of tin
now shiny after my buffing it.
A magnet of a daisy
green leaves, yellow center
and wonderful white petals.
He loves me
he loves me not.

Flower fairies
garden ornaments
spring break
set in place.
Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
everything ready for summer.
Fairies come out to feel the freshness
smiles are everywhere.

Simple and clean
it did not take as long as I thought
and oh!
I am rewarded by the calmness it brings.
I feel freer somehow
just knowing things are in their place
closer to what ornaments looked like
when first bought.

Leaves of fall taken away
the ones that were left over
green is invited to sing here once again.

My garden is ready for new plantings
zucchini, lettuce and string beans
fresh corn from its husk
my garden is clean for my labor
smile
HUGE smile.
A flower fairy
and garden ornaments
of well cared for sentiments.

Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
tis such a lovely delicate site.
Fantasy fairies sing
honeybees are ready to do their job
as i just finished mine.

Tis fitting
a poem about spring cleaning
when the day knows dusk
all the flowers will sing a song
in the morning
and I will feel the freshness
not felt as brightly yesterday.

Sing my little fantasy fairies
bring granny cookies
ice tea and your sun bonnet
tis spring alas today
I write you a letter
with a poem about spring cleaning.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
17 April 2007

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Kathy

PS the painting at the top is from my Victorian Series and is titled,

"Forget Me Not"

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2007-04-16T20:35:00.000-07:00

Ohh My Whimsical Musicians Artwork Does Map Faery Tale Adventures

This excuse for passion
map a faery tale adventure
go ahead
make those ribbons sway.
Whimsical musicians artwork
Did you give thanks?
Did you think you were magic?
Whimsical sitting bride and groom
songs in the morning...
I guess I thought you were once too.

Will you run to the store for me?
whimsical musician
pick up those things I love?
Will you run?
Map a faery tale adventure?

Remind me to give you a gift in return
or at least a trace of one
this bride
this groom.
My generosity is shortcoming
fine art whimsical angel commissions
though justified in its seclusion
I think we will agree.

The breezes I find here
comforting I guess.
I thought i'd find a gift somewhere
my bride
my groom
but no.

The breezes I find here
sacred
holy
yet only
breezes.

Blood drips down from the entry
no matter the cost.
You have survived
tell me so I can sleep tonight.

There is mold on your charms
I mark the path
it is a ruthless war.

There was a stranger
I hear he was sleeping
I am bleeding
again
in the hallway
but I am none the less wiser.

Who will tell the story when blood is gone?

I'll test your hands for bleeding
yours or mine
no going back.

You would think that someone would say something
wouldn't you?
make a map of a faery tale adventure?
But no
no big talk here.
I will accept to sorry answers
no folded flowers
no matter the color.

I hope to see you again
or maybe me
in this comfort zone
gentle zone I formed with sand.

I've narrowed it down at least
made lists
still incomplete
yet I live here.
People move
pardon the mess
I am on my way
I will be whole no matter what i think right now.

Ahh the blood stain
that you left behind
you were looking for another victim
and something sacred to hide
I bend to those conclusions
yet still
all the while
I paste bandages over my mouth.

Seclusion
my martyr
do we need an ambulance?

I am still thinking of your voice
or someone's
whimsical musicians artwork
yet I do not hear those good intentions
no matter how hard I listen.
They have been left by the wayside
that I am now.

This voice
it says to run.
All I can say is...
how?
You seem to see my reflection
every where I go
I do go.

This voice has rivers
they flow over
but freezes in the winter.

Where is winter?

My best friend
time out
winter
my best friend.

I am embedded in the moon
I did not admit to it before
and yet I am.

The cloud that succumbs me
hides me in the shadows.
Its not about me or you
no bell to chime.
Don't count on me
whimsical musicians artwork
or stupid rhymes in poems.
No one that I know can feel their breathing.

Such a bad predicament
I continue to repair it.
No dollies here though
no hair to comb
no smudges patched
no
real love tells you to fly
fly
home.

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2007-04-15T15:24:00.000-07:00

"Country Song Lyrics-Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods"

I came across a woman
she shared no emotions that felt kind
not with me.
Country song lyrics came to mind.
No smiles
no eyes that said today could be special.
No energy
except for her own sullenness
her own self indulgence.

I became someone in parenthesis.
No matter my life may have in fact known darker days
she would never know.
I don't suppose it really matters.
It is not as if she and I would ever be friends.

Yet the day would have
could have
had a softer presence.

It take so little really
just a little smile
a simple recognition.
It takes so little to rise to the occasion
see life outside of ones own breath.
Photo puzzles deciphered
country lyrics understood
just one wing in the fire.

I have thought of her
on an off
since that day I saw her sitting
slumped over
measuring my worth?
I am not sure of that.
I would not want to be unfair.

There was a breeze that day
I heard it gently in my ear.
It touched me through my hair.
I was reminded of different days
hard days
difficult days
a wing
just one left behind
and in the fire
more than a country lyric
more than a bad song.
Sad days
photo puzzles
never finding their place on the shelf.
Days I did not want to be in.

I then thought about that woman
decided to give her the benefit of the doubt
reasons to be sullen.
Paths I could not be savvy to.
One never knows.

Yet
oh
and yet
I want to feel the rain
the breeze
share smiles
no matter what.
Hope beyond
a wing that burns
have a glint in my eye
to share
even if no one looks up.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
15 April 2007

Check out the link http://kathysart.com/Whimsical_Angels_The_Mask.html ,it is from one of the pages of my website called,

Whimsical Angels | The Mask

It is the about the journey of an artist finding her way.

The image above is Whimsical Angels | The Mask
48x36 oil, gold leaf on canvas

The original painting will be shown at my up and coming show:

DAMEZ

April 26-June 2, 2007

Reception: April 26
5-8 pm

Monkdogz Urban Art
547 West 27 Street
(between 10 and 11 Avenues)
Chelsea, New York City
New York

212-216-0030

Website page for this painting along with information to purchase giclees,posters and
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2007-04-14T14:07:00.000-07:00

"Make It Rain-Grim Reaper Artwork and a Fairies Illustrations"

I hear the ground
those before me
I am humbled.
I hear their voices
they speak of lost days
grim reaper artwork
so why
do I...
lose them?

I want to feel passion
I want ti make it rain
yet I am almost sick of the word.
it is not enough
words not met by deeds.
Pictures cut out from magazines
pasted on the floor
I want to walk in their gardens.

I stroke my own hair
hear me breathing
I am not sure it is really me
and yet
I am a fantasy fairy in a snow filled jar.
A bench sits in the middle of the ocean
my brush is filled with aqua.
I remove tight fitting muzzles
lest bright colors fly away.
I always seem to miss the signs
and yet
I will try to spy them now
lest I die.
One cannot control adventures
nor define them
a fairies illustrations
but I will try none the less.

I count the days
grim reaper
but I am not sure why
maybe because
I count my paintings.

I hear the breaths of tombs.
They did not know their shadow
before their passing.
And ohhh...
I hear their complaints
making rain
I guess I am one.
I sing in harmony.
How many failures can one accept
and still be noticed?

Let me climb from this jar
let me taste the stamen of a flower
touch my tongue on a tiny miracle
stave off honey bees
stand firm
this story is meant for me.

Pleasantries are gone in winter
it feels too cold for smiles.
I will seclude myself
till the snow is past
and no longer floating free
in unopened jars full of water
filled to the brim with wishes
for fantasy fairies like me.

I am a tear
yet I have added a second blanket
and should be fine.

Voices
everywhere
I stop
I hear...
grim reaper illustrations
calling out for drops of water.
And ever so timely
bringing umbrellas to cover
voices from the ground.

14 April 2007
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

The little painting above is a 4 1/2 x 11 watercolor. I mostly paint in oils because I feel it demands the most respect but like most artists all mediums are fair game. When I painted this little painting I was really into it and painted some 50 little paintings of women, children, flowers and yes a few men.

I do paint men on occasion. Smile.

Hey... what would we women do without glorious men?!! HUGE smile.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
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2007-03-21T14:13:00.000-07:00

"Art Deco Art Stencils and Pencil Drawings of Dragons"

Art deco
art stencils
I paste my heart on the Milky Way.
I will steady the ladder
hold it safely
for you
my pegasus
to see the view.

I take away smiles from all the dragons.
Pencil drawings
dragons made to know my conquering ways.
I am the master of my own shadow.

Fantasy art
warrior women
they meet me at the gate.
I laugh and leave them candy
lest they melt away.

Art deco
art stencils
how do I paste fantasy fairies
securely on the moon?
I melted my dragon
erased his confidence
right when I needed him most!

Back to the drawing table
I suppose
dragons can be drawn again
smiles reassured.
Drawing fire from his breath
fantasy art
warrior women conquer all.

I do not recent my dragon
I draw him freely
and yet
I make sure he understands my power.
I am a warrior
I hold my own pen
I draw when and whatever pleases me.

I take my pencil
draw a dragon, a fairy, a ghost of me.
I pick up all the stencils
art deco I have planned
I remind myself of my own worth.
I do not need to fit in an envelope
I would not travel well anyway.

I take my glass
fill it to the brim with dreams
toast the shadow of a dragons past
no matter the flames
or drama he screams out.
I am a warrior
a woman of fantasy
it rests very safely in my heart.

Ahh it all does please me so
my stencils on the moon.
I sit atop it now
reviewing all my former postings
still silent
yet smiling
as a ship sets sail
being led by a dragon
on the Milky Way.

21 March 2007
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

"Silk ll" 40x30 oil on canvas
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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I Stood Inside A Rainbow

2007-03-06T12:53:00.000-08:00

New painting, "Orchids" 40x30 oil on canvas

"I Stood Inside A Rainbow"

I stumbled to find myself
wanting to be lifted
and yet
I fell to smell the earth.

I stayed there for hours
me in brown beginnings
researching the treasure
that before
I had only walked upon.

I pointed my finger
into a tiny hole.
I hoped I might discover
one thing different
I had not known before.

Alas I found myself mesmerized
as an ant climbed from its cave.
One ant, one tiny ant
a delicate treasure, and
a focus in my day.

He became like none other
I had ever seen before
because
I chose to lean my attention
sit in pause
and hear life, and its
unmistakable roar.

A reflection in a pond
beyond the ants tiny hole
I leaned to meet the journey.
Who knew a lake would open
by the magic of my own smile.

I found myself host
to a thousand tiny angels
and an afternoon of solace.
I toasted all the Universe
and from roses
I sniffed a glistening vapor of hope.

I knew thirst to touch the dew on roses
and treasure all they had to say
found comfort in their voices
as the sun met their moisture
of an ever so brilliant day.

I stood inside a rainbow
Its colors met my skin.
Stepping then outside myself
decoding past objections
I accepted miracles were calling
and stood back to watch them grow.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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"Whimsical Angels and a Sea Horse"

2007-02-25T13:29:00.000-08:00

"Whimsical Angels and a Sea Horse"

Everyone has a story to tell
prison robes felt
rainbow that came after the rain
I cradle mine
and listen to yours.

I search out my song
listen to silence when needed.

I place a fence around my garden
my garden that is me.
I let in what will cause my garden to grow.
I think of of the times I failed
saw wilted stones
tossed them into a lake
skipped time
skipped me.

Gentle flowers sing.
They leave a delicate fragrance
they dance when the wind is right.
I prop them with a stick and gentle cords
they await my compliant sighs.

Sometimes
I cannot swim in this sea
close the wrong doors
open the right ones
decipher my worth here
and yet
I hear those flowers panting.

I write about fairies
whimsical angels
musicians of the heart
I post their pictures high.
I hope that I can still reach them later
when later arrives.

I get tired of hearing of dead robins
and yet
I cannot help but run to their rescue.
I feel their last breath
hold their fate
and mine
I can only sigh at theirs.
I cry for them.

I drew a sea horse.
I will mount it and it will take me home.
I will gather all the roses
and dead robins in the yard.
All the angels and fairies will meet me
past that last star
no longer bleeding.
I will wrap up wounds
with ribbons and bows
and we will leave them there.

Kathy's Art

2007-02-11T14:53:00.000-08:00

Fairy Coloring Pages, Fantasy Fairies In Flight, Fantasy Fairies and Castles,

Fairy Coloring Pages
I can do anything my heart says that is so
I keep ideas in a basket
I created long ago.

Flight for the commando
I hold a rock in hand.
You will not enter my fort of mud and dirt.
I have lined the edges with sticks and branches
I have gathered an army of old dollies
They sit at a table set for tea.

I have blocked its doorway
the entrance now is closed.
No enemy of fantasy fairies allowed!
I yell.

I swim far and wide
a tiny doughboy pool.
I grab hold of a never ending length of seaweed
a garden hose if you please.
It leads me to the Gandolf of the sea
the treasure worth the underwater journey.
Mermaid greet me
I offer them my dollies supper.

I build a little house
adobe brick I saw on TV.
I form them from the dirt
in my fathers garden
tiny squares
a castle it will be.
I shape them with my fingers
seeing their magnificence
imagining their length into the sky.
I line them up on a brick
and watch them as they dry.

My dog comes by and licks me
a funny little lad.
I offer him some sandwich
my mother made me
'tis lunchtime in the grove.
Potted meat
don't ever read
the ingredients she says
or you will never eat these yummy
tasty
sandwiches again.

I bounce up and down
a pogo stick meets my feat
I bounce for hours
just to see
It some time limit I can meet.

I walk on stilts
taller still
than any monster be
I quote my father
when he is angry
Just let me be.

Looking out into the sky
I feel the lonely night
remembering those adventures
that filled a little girl with fantasy and flight.
Remarkable today
no competition will be felt
for all those magical moment
I knew when I was young.
a little girl, a fantasy fairy
the captain of the fort.
I hold those days with awe
and kiss them on this day.

Fairy Coloring Pages
I can do anything my heart says that is so
I keep ideas in a basket
I created long ago.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen