Each Womans Dance is Unique and Beautiful

This copied off a little dark, however, I wanted to share this because it is one of my favorite drawings in charcoal that I've done. I found the photo of the ballerina on line and loved it so much I wanted to draw it, and I love how it turned out.
What do I think when I see this? Well, I am reminded how each dance is unique, and each one of us is unique as well, in our call to life. Just be the best in what you were born to be.

Preparing and More

So it seams that sometimes life gets so crazy when you just want to be lazy and silly and not take anything seriously. But somehow life throws you into this mode that you Have to behave and get serious to an extent - if that's possible for some of us. Preparing for librarians who are amazingly brilliant and here I am preparing a class to teach them poetry and all when I'm the most free spirited - break the rules type of person that it's seems precarious. But then I remember that laughing lifts you up, and I mean literally up highly. Just picture the scene in Mary Poppins when Mary Poppins and the children are at the tea party. They laugh and laugh until they are to the ceiling. So today I'm laughing and laughing and raising my energy for this awesome day tomorrow. Here's a sample of poetry:

Magical-syllables
arranging letters into words
energizing-powerful
thoughts blend into verse
imagery-forming
the writer the reader
communicating-arranging
that's what poetry is.

What is a poetry blurb? This is a poetry blurb:

I know of a place where children love to go
Where the portal of magical wonder flows.

Fluffy cloud sofas crowded with children content
reading and sharing their time is well spent.

Shelves along walls, blocks large and small
stacked with immeasurable stories for all.

Poetry, news, children's books and more
the magical formula your community will adore.

It's strikingly inviting during holidays there
join Santa, the Easter Bunny, and Scarecrow if you dare.

It is daring to pass through the magical portal -you see
where all that exists is perpetual enjoyment and glee.

This magical place is found in all towns, cities, and states
just wander to your local library that's all it takes.

The library is a spectacular marvelous place to be
so, get your bike, your car, or your feet, and visit your local library.

Round Mountain library gets the award in our hearts
for making time spent there memorable, with the joy it imparts.


So let me just tell you there's much more than this in my magical formula of library bliss.
It may be silly in some of the speech but a creative and magical brew is cooking and I can 't wait till tomorrow a big day indeed, endlessly happily a day never to forget.

Fansy in the Wilderness

I compare my life in the beauty of nature and solitude, from where I live, which nature herself in all her wisdom built, to the man made beauties of populated areas.
Man made bridge........... Natures bridge......................

Man made skyscrapers....................

Natures Skyscrapers - a hidden city.The stars at night are so bright and easily seen from lack of light pollution, that I compare it to the city lights lighting the night sky with their beauty.

Unlike many women who live in towns and cities I live in a remote area of the Canyonlands. I have tea with the lizards and chipmunks; while it is the wind who whispers in my ears and carries my voice along with it, as I share my opinions of life. Unlike many women who have a nice pair of shoes to show off an outfit, and wear silk underwear, me, I have a pair of black worn out shoes and hiking boots, anything else would be ruined in a day anyway from the dirt I tromp in when I'm walking along the paths which lead me to many adventures.

I do miss my friends when I'm here, I miss hearing their voices, and hearing the laughter from jokes, and the tears of happiness or sadness when they share the cares of everyday life.

Each place has something friendly to offer however. My friends here are the tree's, the rocks in their many formations, the many different species of flowers, the ants I watch as they busily move fallen berries from the bushes to their hideouts. My friends are the birds who's songs sooth my soul, as I lift my eyes to the beauty in the sky. The writings on the rock walls show me history as I imagine the stories, and place myself in those days of old with the children at play in this place of wonder.

When I hear the names of different places in the Park, my mind goes wild with imagination. When I visit the soda springs, I imagine the spring shooting fizzling cherry flavored soda into the air, then fill my cupped hands to the brim, to quench my thirst from the heat.

It's not always easy living here in the Canyonlands, and I tip my hat to my two wonderful children who live here too, and my husband who works here. I hope that there will come a day when my children are grown, they look back and say, "Hey I lived there and it was awesome."

Sam Reading a Book in Vine Charchole

Broken Everlasting

Broken Everlasting

The days slowly render another broken heart
The nights engulf my broken dreams
My heart surpasses the hopes of true love
As I hasten decisions of slow rebuke
Thouest eyes are blind to my indignation
My heart did pound with solace to my soul
Your eyes had swelled light in my midst
Yet then doth your reproach commend upon me
the mystery as my soul doth weep
I dared love again, only to reap the
rapture of dismay
Why, if thou lovest would thine eyes close
Why, would you not ere to conquer
My heart has been lost in the deepest sea
As you ravish in the unknown

Jeri Klausner
Copyright ©2009 Jeri Klausner

Ghosts of the Castle

Ghosts of the Castle

Over the edge of infinity

Dances a maiden of tranquility,

Dressed in silk white raiments,

Daring his eyes with enchantment.

Inhabitants of the ancient castle,

The lovers continue to drivel,

Their unceasing ritual of delight

Echoes through chilled quarters at night.

Their souls live on, although

Evil closed their mortal existent vow.

Enchanted red sunsets give a glow,

Enhancing the Castle's shadow.

Those who embark in the lovers abode

suffer the chill

From the mid-evil castle on the hill.

Jeri Klauser
Copyright ©2009 JeriKlausner

Storm

When Kylie, Kelly, Lindsey, and I lived on the farm in Colorado we experienced several tornado's. There were a few that touched down within a block or two from the house, and another time one headed straight for the school where the kids were as I watched. I prayed harder then words
can say. However, Tornado's intrigue me, and they scare me, living on the farm inspired this poem called Storm.
Windmills spin creating havoc
chimes clang violently.

Cries wale through windows
not closed.

Limbs from elm trees whip
in three beat time.

Immortal strength and moaning,
explode in darkened sky.

Lightning striking, hail colliding,
while wheat harps whine.

Chimes chant
after the storm subsides.

Slumber is forsaken, rain is
splashing melodies.

Fashioned with resolution,
the farm house conquers.

Sounds in the subduing expanse
a victorious sonata echos.

The Bobbsie Twins and the Little Blue Man: Story 3

A very long time ago, I used to sing at many functions. Toni Brooks, my other half, played the piano for me. There was a Rhode Show coming up and we were looking for something we could do to take part in it. We were looking through her piano bench and trying songs out when her mom came in and told us she had just the song we should do. She looked in the piano bench and pulled out the music to, "The Little Blue Man." Toni and I went through it and fell in love with it. So we practiced almost every night until the night of the big event. I dressed up in some funky out fit and we headed to the church.
It came my turn to sing, I was so nervous, I would be singing in front of way more people than I was used to. My turn came and I sang it perfectly except for one place I forgot the words and cried out "Oh NO, OH NO," Toni improvised some how on the piano too, but no one caught on, they thought it was part of the song.
The song became a hit and I was asked to sing it in an assembly at school. But this time I told Toni that I needed a little blue man to help act the song out. No one and I mean No one would help us out until, finally, I was able to convince my favorite guy, Kent Hawkins in to joining our part of the show. I dyed a mop head blue for his hair, but he stood rather tall, taller than me, so he had to crunch down to be smaller than I was.
The day of the assembly came. Toni and I were actually quite excited. We were going to do the best. I started singing and Kent was doing great acting his part, but at the end of the song it goes like this: One evening in wild desperation, I rushed to a roof top in town, and over the side Pushed the little Blue man"....... and that's when it happened. I pushed the little blue man a little too hard, being crouched down he lost his balance and went flying off the stage. The entire auditorium was roaring with laughter, while I tried to finish the song and make sure Kent was okay. I felt so bad. But he survived and at the end of the song the little Blue Man says, "I don't wuv you anymore." And Kent - The Little Blue Man - really meant it.
Then the day came that Toni and I were asked to do the song in Vegas with our Choir group. I was preparing to go but became very sick. I found out I was pregnant with my lovely daughter Debbie, so we didn't ever go to Vegas. But that's okay, I've never regretted it. My baby was the world to me now.
The song continued through the years as I sang it to my children, my nieces and nephews and now my grand kids. A few years ago Kylie and I performed it together. She was the little blue man, at a program in Round Mountain.
Thanks to Toni's mom and to Toni for being my piano player, the song has survived 35 years in our family. Everyone still loves it. I wonder if Toni ever plays it on her piano after all these years.

The Bobbsie Twins: Lets Take a Trip to Scotland: Story 2

It was winter with snow twelve feet high piled up in the middle of Main Street. We were bored, Toni and I, but boredom seldom lasted long as we would come up with some way to break up the gloom of any circumstances.
One day I went to Toni's house. She had a book in her hand she had been reading. She began to explain that this book explained what each Scottish last name meant, and what part of Scotland each family was from. So we sat down and she read to me about my family, then read about hers.
Finally she put the book down. We looked at each other as if the thought had come to both of us at the same time. We wanted to go to Scotland.
As always we began thinking about this. We would need money, lots of money. So we decided to have bake sales, lemon aide sales, and any kind of sale we could possible come up with. We started taking as many babysitting jobs as possibly and started filling our jars. We had to wait until spring to do the sales.
One day as we were walking home from school, it occurred to us that we would need transportation to be able to go to Scotland. I thought about this for a moment when it hit me, "Hey, I have an uncle who has a plane." We discussed this for a moment and decided this was working out perfect. We ran to the library, thats where we always went, and we began writing a letter to Uncle Jim. We explained to him that we would have the money part all worked out if he could simply fly us to Scotland. Although I can't remember everything we said, I do remember it to be a long letter explaining our perfectly worked out plan. We asked the Liberian if she had an envelope, and she did find one for us but gave us a look of disgust as she handed it to us. She knew we were up to something, again. We were never very quiet and that bothered her too. I don't remember how we got the stamp but we were successful at getting the letter mail out.
We waited and we waited, but never received a reply.
Christmas break came and my family went to Beaver for Christmas. It was a really fun trip. We went to hi low where Grandpa and Grandma had a mountain home. Uncle Jim had a mountain home as well just down from Grandpa and Grandma's place. I remember Grandpa pulling us on sleds down the Mountain road, cousins ice skating on the ponds, and most of all I remember going in to Uncle Jim's Cabin. He didn't say anything to me about Scotland, which really disappointed me. Our way to Scotland wasn't looking to good. He did call my dad in to a room to talk to him. I will never know what was said in there, but what ever it was it made my dad mad. I even got in trouble. I'm not sure why I got in trouble either. My dad just told me I embarrassed him.
Needles to say, Toni and I never did make it to Scotland, and it's still my dream to go there someday. I should give Toni a call and see if she still wants to go too. :)

The Bobbsie Twins and the mystery women: Story 1

About 36 years ago, oh my that was long ago, I had a best friend named Toni. We were inseparable, and we were constantly up to something. Despite the fact that she had dark hair and brown eyes, while I was very blond with blue eyes, we some how acquired the nick name as the Bobbsie Twins. The grown ups would see us and say, "There's the Bobbsie twins." I never was able to make the connection since the Bobbsie twins were practically identical, but our Band Teacher, Mr. Bowring, explained to us one day that it was because we always had a mystery to solve, or we were creating some kind of scheme to accomplish or who knows what. For instance; Poor Mr. Harvey, who happened to get side winded into one of our little mischievous games. Toni and I decided that since he was extra friendly to all the young girls, and we didn't like it, we were going to see just how far he would go if a women really liked him. So it was we invented her. We found the most beautiful Model in a magazine and took it to school with us. She wore the most in style cloths, had beautiful hair and eyes, wow, she was beautiful. Then we had to give her a name and since I always loved my Grandma Low's last name we named her Sherri McKim.
Excitedly we hurried off to school with the picture of Sherri. Toni and I ran to Mr. Harvey and told him that we had been telling a cousin of mine about our favorite and most awesome teacher. She, this cousin, really wanted to meet him. We told him about how she was a model and very beautiful as well. "mmm," he gave this some thought. After school, Mr. Harvey called Toni and I to his desk and told us that he would love to meet this lovely lady.
Toni and I were so shocked, we didn't think he would actually want to talk to her. We looked at each other for a moment then, finally, I told him that we would have to call her first and see what she said. So Toni and I ran to my house where we thought and thought of what we were going to do next. We certainly couldn't let Mr. Harvey know we had made this all up.
So I came up with a plan. "We will tell Mr. Harvey that she will call him at his home." Feeling rather proud of ourselves for figuring this one out, we went our separate ways until school the next day.
The next morning we were feeling quite cheerful and proud of our ability to actually get Mr. Harvey to believe all this. Then during class I went to Mr. Harvey's desk pretending that I needed help with my assignment. After I made it to his desk, I told him that Sherri would be writing to him soon and maybe she would call him too. He asked me why. It was then Toni joined me and we began explaining that Sherri wanted to call him. We continued to explain that she was much to busy for him to call her, since she never knew where she would be. Being a model was very time consuming. Wow! Toni and I went back to our desk as we continued our conspiracy plan. We decided we had to call him, or rather Sherri should call him. He knows our voices. We pondered for a moment and Toni helped me realize that I was good at disguising my voice. Thinking back on it now, I think what she was really saying is that she didn't want to do it, so she passed the buck to me.
Hesitantly I agreed to make the call, but now we had to decide where to call from. We certainly couldn't call from our houses.
We finally decided we could use the phone at the library. That poor Liberian must have really wondered about us. We asked for the phone book so we could look Mr. Harvey's number up, and used the phone faithfully for the next four days. Toni and I went to the library everyday after school and waited until the time Mr. Harvey would be home. Then we made our call alluring him to Sherri Mckim, the beautiful model.
For the next week or so we took a couple of letters from Sherri to Mr. Harvey. He would just sigh as he accepted the letters from us, and then we watched while he read them.
Well the day finally came - we figured we had gone to far, it was time for Sherri to break up with Mr. Harvey. He was wanting her to come to Blanding and visit him. So needles to say, the last phone call was made as Sherri announced the break up.
To make a long story short, Mr. Harvey didn't really like us after that. Being older I realize that it wasn't so much that we had him convinced, probably not from day one of our little conspiracy, but because we were such brats. I wonder if he went along for so long just to see how far we would actually go. Poor Mr. Harvey. However, from our stand point, we didn't like some of the things he did so he deserved it.
Oh, and by the way, the Bobbsie Twins were created back in the early 1900's and became a series of books. The twins in the story were constantly up to something, a mystery, or an adventure. That was definitely Toni and I.

Mr. Magoo

It was early in the morning, oh, about 2:00 A.M. I'd say. I crawled out of bed, the floor felt chilly as my feet touched the hardwood. Walking passed my french doors I could see through the curtains that the moon was a waxing gibbous, I love watching the moon and recognizing the magic of each stage she brings to our lives.

My throat was dry and the cough I'd had was really annoying me. I walked softly not to wake anyone, especially my brother who was staying with us for a few days, to the darkness of the kitchen. Only the moon lit my way. I turned the water on and felt the gentle stream until the water was cool enough to fill my A&W mug with. The cool water soothed my throat and quenched my dry mouth as I turned my gaze into the living room where it appeared that someone was sitting in the chair.

"Can't you sleep Brian?" I asked. "Are you okay?" No one answered. Being a little concerned that I had gotten no reply I turned the kitchen light on where the image I had been talking to revealed itself. You can only imagine my surprise when I saw the lamp my husband made me, in its place, and one of the chairs placed just right - an illusion of the lamp sitting in it.

I had to laugh as I thought to myself, "Now I know how Mr. Magoo sees things. I giggled as I turned the light off and walked back to my bed. I jumped into bed tucking my feet in, to warm them from the coolness of the hardwood floor, falling into slumber and pleasant dreams.

Distant Drums

Sitting in the silence of distant drums in my mind
Distant drums of tears
Distant drums of smiles
Distant drums of sacrifices in vain
Distant drums of pain
Distant drums of suffering
Distant drums of overcoming

Sitting in the disrupting Banging of drums
Banging drums of never ending pain
Banging drums of sinners
Banging drums of emptiness
Banging drums reminding me
Banging drums as I scream

Sitting in wild winds the drums break the sound barrier
Wild winds of disappointments
Wild winds of failure
Wild winds of cold nights - cold days
Wild winds that rip apart

I must live again before I die
As the wind carries me away
To the life saving beat of the drum
I say good bye