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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 09 2006 : 12:40:07 PM
I know you all are budding poets inside just waiting for a place to show us your talent! Wheather it is a favorite poem someone else wrote or one you have written yourself - don't be shy - share it with us! I have a faerie poem I wrote, and as soon as I can find it *grins* I will share it with you!
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 4:28:57 PM
I like the interesting play on words Aunt George - tell me again what Highlights magazines you are in and under what name, I have a whole pile in the garage I want to look for you in-
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| Aunt George |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 3:14:15 PM
I love the poems! I'll comment more later...but fabulous!! Thought I'd inject a total nonsense poem here: Warning..really stupid content!!
Bears Aren't Naked.
Bears aren't naked.
They wear a furry coat.
I even know a billy.
Who's name is Charlie goat.
Penquins write with pencils
A lion never lies.
Ants can be an uncle.
And magpies don't bake pies.
Cats can be dog tired,
And dogs can be catbirds.
But a bull would rather steer,
Than follow in the herds
So look within a name,
To see what’s hidden there.
And hotdogs never bark
So eat one or a pear!
I'm almost embarrassed to claim that poem! LOL I have one about frozen snot too. |
| jpbluesky |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:58:15 PM
Something you said reminded me of a Neil Diamond song. It is good to get to the place where we are ourselves, and we can let go of what we might have been trying to hide. I bet your hair looks great! |
| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:55:19 PM
hehehe let no man cometh between you and your coffee - bravo!
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| _Rebecca_ |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:52:06 PM
"Coffee"
Whenever your dark brown warmth I drink
With subtle hints of lactose swirl
Into your murky depth I sink
With sober thoughts about the world.
Within my monstrous mug you steam
Rich aroma, frothed white and brown
Ground and crushed, expressed from beans
In liquid hot my thoughts might drown.
Softly blurred and indistinct
Through caffeinated brew
Saturated thoughts release
And bid my mind adieu.
(I wrote this in 1996)
.·:*¨¨* :·.Rebecca.·:*¨¨* :·.
Wife of Jonathan, Mother of Joel, Caitlyn, Elia |
| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:46:36 PM
That was beautiful and I am crying over here - so true those words are - ahhh, but as we get older we have the uncanny ability to embrace our inner crone - I have not cut my hair since my sister died (at 51) in 2003 - it is long and I have not colored it and is now getting lovely streaks of grey - I am ME I CRIED - and the way I see it now, is either take it or leave it - the Eagles huh? how about blasting some Bad Company?
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| jpbluesky |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:36:33 PM
Well, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE poetry. Your poems are exceptional. The dandelion one really took me back to those summer days my mom sent me outside to find my own way to be interested in life. She always said, only boring people are bored!
And Kathy - my daddy passed when I was 19 and your poem really touched many of my same feelings. Beautiful.
Here is one I wrote a few years back. I have written poems since I was 13, but this one I wrote when I was about 52.
Whatever happened to that flower in my hair?
The one I picked from an open field -
Yellow petals big and bright...
It spoke of love and freedom
And taking to the back roads, washed in sun.
Whatever happened to that painted denim shirt?
The one that I embroidered -
It kept me warm while listening
to sweet guitars at twilight,
on porches in the Nantahala hills.
Whatever happened to those braided leather sandals?
They let me feel the heat beneath my feet.
They reminded me of Jesus,
Whose toes had to feel that earthly warmth
While he walked the path to God.
Whatever happened to that long-haired girl I knew then?
I never see her anymore.
But I know she's still around,
Listening to the Eagles
And rolling down car windows all the way.
Peace |
| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:13:20 PM
Dancing on Daddy's Shoes
I remember when I was a little girl
how my daddy and I would play,
even after a hard day's work
he would put all his cares away.
Though I mustn't had been
more than four or five
when I looked up to his face
I'd see his eyes full of love
his heart filled with joy
as his hands reached out for me.
And facing towards my Daddy
I'd stand up on his feet
that had worked all day
in those worn out shoes
But he still had time for me.
And we'd waltz around that kitchen
while the radio played a tune
And I felt as big as a grown-up then
as I danced on my Daddy's shoes.
But time moved on
the years flew by
and those memories I'd tucked away
in my heart with all the others
that I knew I would need some day.
Fate came along and dealt a blow
and it took my dad away
and the memories I had came flooding back
And I never had time to say,
That a little girl, a woman now
still remembers to this day
looking up to his face
with the love in his eyes
as we danced all his cares away.
He never saw me marry
or dance with me on that day
But he gave me a lifetime of memories
That death could not steal away
and I close my eyes
and I go back home
to the kitchen in that old place
and as I look up above me
I still can see his face.
And he held my hands
like I were a princess
as we waltzed around in place
And I felt as big as a grown-up then
as I danced on my Daddy's shoes.
And at forty-four my heart still breaks
when I think of what I did not say
How his memory fills my heart with love
and I miss him to this day
and I long in my heart
for the day to come
and that radio in heaven plays
and I'll look in his eyes
as he takes my hands
and we'll dance all our cares away.
I love you Daddy.
Katherine Weber-Turcotte
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 12:04:44 PM
To Savor You
I've grown to savor each moment with you
like a connoisseur
who savors a fine old wine.
The thoughts in my mind
always reflect on you,
as patiently I wait to hold you in my arms -
to say I love you one more time.
I savor the words you speak to me
as if a secret message were hidden there.
I replay the mornings
to get me through the nights,
till the next time you are there
and I am by your side.
I cherish the laughter that billows forth
in your gusty way,
like the smoke that now billows forth
from the chimneys
to warm the inhabitants of a chilly home.
I savor the taste of your lips pressed to mine
and the feel of your skin
beneath my fingers -
with a desire to give myself
completely to your soul.
I've even grown to enjoy the rain
like it was on the morning
we walked along
reading the poetry I'd written for you.
I've grown to savor you
as I do my favorite things,
for you've become a part of me
that I can savor forever.
Katherine J. Weber-Turcotte
Dedication - D. Kneiblher 1981
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 14 2006 : 11:55:01 AM
Still
The pages of my poetry
still bare marks of wetness
where once the rain fell on its pages,
or was it my tears?
I read the words I'd written
to see if any truth still lies there.
After all the time that has passed
the truth still shines through.
When I said I'd love you forever
I find that I still do.
There are times, in the longness of the day,
when the weather is strange and reminicing
that I still miss you.
I wonder on those days
if I saw you
would you still feel the thrill
you used to fill my heart with?
Sometimes I think it would be more
intense than ever,
that I'd have to grab that single chance
to love you
and let you go - forever...
and savor you in the solitude
I'd have to keep.
It's funny in looking back
that the pain is mellow now.
My memories are often filled with joy,
and a lingering desire to return.
Once I did return
but the rain kept me from waiting -
or was it my heart?
I guess I'll never really know
exactly what I felt for you
or why it has never quite left me,
but I've accepted it and keep it
hidden in my heart
for no one else to see.
Me, I live with my memories
and my feelings for you,
savored in my heart
forever.
Katherine J. Weber-Turcotte
In Dedication to Dennis Kneiblher
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| Aunt George |
Posted - Jun 12 2006 : 09:15:29 AM
LOL LOL...you are too funny. I am grinning from ear to ear! LOL....just put up another blog entry! LOL.....gotta go and do some chores. Be back at afternoon tea!
Georgann....still laughing....gosh, I love this farmgirl place! |
| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Jun 12 2006 : 08:32:46 AM
oh no, I put sewing on the reading room, Well I read a really nice sewing magazine this morning from the 1950's.
NANCY JO |
| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Jun 12 2006 : 08:30:56 AM
Aunt George
Wow, I almost know a famous person. That is really great. What Name do you use, Aunt George? Well like I said your sure have the talent. Of course I will be over reading your blog, check it all the time. You made me get out some bias tape and I 'am going to try and sew it around an old half apron I have,just to see if I can make it look right. When you sew rick rack do you sew right on the rick or rack or down the middle? Might try that too. See you are getting me all wound up. BREATH BREATH, I'am ok now.
HUGS NANCY JO |
| Aunt George |
Posted - Jun 12 2006 : 07:51:54 AM
Yes, Nancy, I've been published. I'm definately not famous though! *g* Don't I wish. I write for children, have been in Highlights many times and they have about 5 more of my stories, rebuses and poems purchased and just waiting for the right issue. They bought alot of winter and snow poems out of my stock of poetry. I have written a novel which was purchased, but then the publishing house decided to return all rights and close their doors. Ouch, that reallllly hurt, especially since they had my picture book, already illustrated and ready to go to Hong Kong for printing. I have one of the illustrations in my files...it is sensational. My illustrator has done about 5 picture books.....big sigh.......that is the world of children's publishing though. Tough as nails and lots of rejections. A friend of mine is writing paranormal romance and is hitting it big...she has encouraged me to write it, but my heart is in writing for children, home and hearth. Another big sigh.........I think a farmgirl poetry section in her next book would be fabulous. I've also been in Chicken Soup for the Nurse's Soul, Black Belt Times, McGraw-Hill, Harcourt Brace and Steck-Vaughn Bennert have all bought my work for educational publishing...those I may never see in print since they use them in leveled reading programs and who knows where they are now! LOL.......tough business.
But, I still love to write for my own and my children's enjoyment, and hopefully some of my writing will bring a few smiles here too! So glad you are enjoying it. I'll post the illustration from my picture book on my blog sometime today if you would like to see it. I have a few Halloween ones too. Some Thanksgiving stories and fishing stories and lots of grandma stories. My daughters are always asking to hear stories from my childhood, so I have been doing semi-autobiographical stories of small events when I was a child. I really need to start submitting my work again........sorry, here I go babbling along again. Shut me up!!
Thanks again,
Georgann |
| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Jun 12 2006 : 04:55:42 AM
Just love the poems Georgann! You have an editor, does that mean you are published? You sure are a girl of many talents.
KATHY, when do we get to read the Halloween one?
NANCY JO |
| Aunt George |
Posted - Jun 12 2006 : 04:07:08 AM
Ooooo....send it to me by email and let me read it. My editor there is wonderful! I will set it up in submission format for you and send it back to you by email, to print. You will need a short cover letter, but I know you have impeccable writing skills and resume! I can hardly wait to read it........I will do everything I can to help you get a submission pack together.
Aunt George |
| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 10:49:54 PM
Aunt George what do I have to do to send a children's poem to Highlights - please advise, it is a really good Halloween one!
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| Aunt George |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 10:12:56 PM
Since we are on the topic of fathers, I wrote this little poem when one of my nephews was faced with having to be a single dad to a son. My nephew is a great dad. But he never had his dad to teach him these things. My Dad taught us these things and he also taught his grandkids these things. Just some thoughts behind the inspiration. Once again: G rated, since I usually write for children. Happy Father's day!
My Daddy (For C5)
My daddy taught me how to fish and how to bait a hook.
He taught me names of presidents and how to read a book.
He took me for my first haircut and swinging in the park
He scared away the spooky things that came out after dark.
My daddy taught me how to swim and how to throw a ball
He taught me how to dress myself and how to stand up tall.
He showed me how to boil an egg and spread jam on my bread.
He kissed me every night before he tucked me in to bed.
My daddy taught me how to climb and how to dig in sand.
He taught me it’s ok to cry and how to shake a hand.
He showed me how to pitch a ball and took me to the gym.
He’s taught me how to be a daddy, someday, just like him.
I was thinking about my mother one windy clear blue sky day while hanging out the laundry and this poem came to me:
Listen to the Wind
Listen to the wind, as jets go flying by.
Leaving trails like silver snails, across the clear blue sky.
Listen to the wind, as it rustles through the leaves.
And swirls them up into the air, and sets them down with ease.
Listen to the wind, as it whispers through your hair,
And tells you all the secrets of the clouds up in the air.
Listen to the wind, as it whips and snaps your sheet,
That your mother washed and hung to dry to make your bed smell sweet.
Listen to the wind, as it whistles through the screen,
And billows out your curtains, making clouds of white whipped cream.
Listen to the wind, as it takes you by the hand.
And carries you, my little love, off to slumber land.
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I LOVE to write poetry about the seasons, smells, nature. Highlights for Children has bought 4 of my poems so far. I can't share them here since I have already sold rights to them for those particular ones. But I am happy to have someone read my work rather than let it languish in my files!
I really hope you enjoy these.
Georgann
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 3:26:29 PM
Circle of Faith
Click on my blogspot to read my tribute to my father - I think you will enjoy it.
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 1:18:43 PM
I have something you may all like to read for Father's Day - I had this published in Grit Magazine and it is called Circle of Faith - I will post it on my blog later today or here if you like, let me know - I wrote if after I lost my dad to cancer.
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 1:16:24 PM
Some Silent Winter is actually a part of a book (not yet published) I have written about one particular man I loved so dearly - it is called A Collection of Fridays - and perhaps I should submit it someplace. If you don't mind that it is not nature or farm poetry - I would love to share some of them with you. That particular book of poems is closest to my very heart.
I also have a wonderfull Halloween Invocation/Poem that I use yearly - it is nice and gives me a feeling of closeness to those that have passed over.
Thanks guys - for all of your encouragement.
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| Aunt George |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 12:43:22 PM
Wow Kathy,
Marvelous! I love both of them. You are so very talented. Some Silent Winter has such bold depth to it. When I read it I felt strong emotions icey desolation, pain, anger yet also a release of these and a new beginning a letting go at the end. Your choice of words really brought that out: fury, screaming, misery, maze of quickened hope. Great job.
Your fairy poem made me want to look for a fairy ring and start dancing! Loved it!!
Aunt George |
| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 10:34:32 AM
VERY NICE KATHY. When did you write that? I say I'am surrounded by a lot of gifted girls here. I think some books should be in the making.
NANCY JO |
| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 10:32:41 AM
This is not a nature poem, but it is one of my published ones.
Some Silent Winter
Some silent winter
you'll call out to me,
but the only thing catching your breath,
will be the stark winter's air.
It'll be too late,
to pull me back inside;
too late to take a second look
a second chance.
You can't marry her,
I still love you,
but you never gave me the chance
to show you.
Some turbulent fall
you'll be caught
in the fury of your feelings,
unable to escape.
Screaming will offer no repose
only add to your misery,
your maze of quickened hope,
extinguished by your own words.
Katherine Weber-Turcotte
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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| EnchantedWoodsGirl |
Posted - Jun 11 2006 : 10:28:51 AM
The Faerie Dance
With the tinkling of the wind chimes
the faeries come to call,
their sprightly song enchants me
as the forest to me calls.
As I peek around a corner,
with delight my eyes do see
the tiny faeries hand in hand
in a dance beneath the trees.
Their garments are but gossamer,
they cast a sparkling light
their faces small and innocent
they fill me with delight.
I watch them frolic this May day
to usher in the spring
and in my heart my faeries live
for just my eyes to see.
Katherine Weber-Turcotte
Kathy of the Enchanted Wood
http://enchantedwoodmusings.blogspot.com/
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