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.