tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19711228402756817992012-02-16T04:02:15.662-08:00Tiny Angels Space is all about what angels, fairies in art,fantasy art and one winged angel have to tell us. Free poetry. Mapping faery tale adventures, these tiny angels,whimsical musicians artwork,whimsical angel pictures and legends of mermaids in this little space.Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-74344582252507360542008-09-08T16:58:00.001-07:002008-09-08T16:58:58.075-07:00If US votes in McBush its SAME as always, torture,no taxes 4 RICH or corp. taking jobs away+WAR,etc!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-7434458225250736054?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-75388718336628458832008-09-08T16:43:00.001-07:002008-09-08T16:43:02.618-07:00Hey! W/ping.fm I just posted 2 my other networks! Thanks Ariane! @ http://ping.fm/F42ic<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-7538871833662845883?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-4027404546939443582008-09-08T16:39:00.001-07:002008-09-08T16:39:14.291-07:00Don't forget I have free coloring pages & letter from the tooth fairy on my website: http://ping.fm/zDICG -Kathy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-402740454693944358?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-29957816447477494562007-02-25T13:40:00.000-08:002007-02-25T13:44:20.073-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/ReIDK8p8L7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/rSlulWUkNiA/s1600-h/899ozc%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/ReIDK8p8L7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/rSlulWUkNiA/s320/899ozc%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035590819969249202" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fairies and Sea Horses take me away<br />I cherish their magic.<br />I whisper prayers <br />I thank whimsical angels<br />I fold up all my old letters<br />smile <br />sometimes cry I suppose.<br /><br />Everyone has a story to tell<br />prison robes felt<br />rainbow that came after the rain<br />I cradle mine<br />and listen to yours.<br /><br />I search out my song<br />listen to silence when needed.<br /><br />I place a fence around my garden<br />my garden that is me.<br />I let in what will cause my garden to grow.<br />I think of of the times I failed<br />saw wilted stones <br />tossed them into a lake<br />skipped time<br />skipped me.<br /><br />Gentle flowers sing.<br />They leave a delicate fragrance<br />they dance when the wind is right.<br />I prop them with a stick and gentle cords<br />they await my compliant sighs.<br /><br />Sometimes<br />I cannot swim in this sea<br />close the wrong doors<br />open the right ones<br />decipher my worth here<br />and yet<br />I hear those flowers panting.<br /><br />I write about fairies<br />whimsical angels<br />musicians of the heart<br />I post their pictures high.<br />I hope that I can still reach them later<br />when later arrives.<br /><br />I get tired of hearing of dead robins<br />and yet<br />I cannot help but run to their rescue.<br />I feel their last breath<br />hold their fate<br />and mine<br />I can only sigh at theirs.<br />I cry for them.<br /><br />I drew a sea horse.<br />I will mount it and it will take me home.<br />I will gather all the roses<br />and dead robins in the yard.<br />All the angels and fairies will meet me<br />past that last star<br />no longer bleeding.<br />I will wrap up wounds<br />with ribbons and bows<br />and we will leave them there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-2995781644747749456?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-21550868166911140022007-02-09T12:25:00.000-08:002007-01-14T11:28:03.916-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/RczZnae7XeI/AAAAAAAAALY/2jTWU95lPPY/s1600-h/star+catcher-1%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/RczZnae7XeI/AAAAAAAAALY/2jTWU95lPPY/s320/star+catcher-1%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029634155013168610" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Dark Fantasy Art|Fantasy Art Wallpaper"<br /><br />Dark fantasy art<br />fantasy art wallpaper.<br />I step out onto the dust<br />feel it touch my sins.<br />I know its time to move forward.<br />I thrive in the mystery of what can be.<br />I fold up all the symptoms of regret.<br />I see its torment.<br />I speak wisely to myself<br />and yet<br />I know myself too well.<br />I will stand before my paintings<br />brush in hand<br />ready for the strokes <br />I touch another dimension<br />I hold its mystery.<br />I sing to the music<br />hear its intrusion<br />it soaks up discontent.<br />I wipe my brow<br />I take cotton <br />wipe the blood away.<br />Dark fantasy art<br />fantasy art wallpaper.<br /><br />I struggle unwisely at times.<br />No way to move past corners.<br />I wake up to what could be<br />host it all with coffee.<br />I sit and plan my stride.<br />I reach inside my pocket <br />full of lint.<br />'Stop it!"<br />I say.<br />Stop all the disbelief<br />and contend with unpainted canvases.<br />They wait<br />they decide my fate if I let them.<br />I coat myself with vinegar and soap<br />I will wash away these nightmares<br />three times.<br />Oh and yet no<br />toss and turn<br />who will I be today?<br />Dark fantasy art<br />fantasy art wallpaper.<br /><br />Blankets cover up potential<br />sure things.<br />Sentimental musings<br />untidy kitchen<br />blinded by the knowledge<br />of well meant affirmations.<br />Clearly I am allowed<br />allow myself<br />to come into a vision.<br />Yes, I sigh<br />despite my back and forth<br />troubled mind<br />at times.<br />All is well. <br />That is what I choose for this moment<br />that is all I need to see.<br />Paint on I tell myself.<br />Dream and make glitter out of nonsense.<br />Retreat to where I know I am magic.<br />Dark fantasy art<br />fantasy art wallpaper.<br /><br />9 February 2007<br />Kathy Ostman-Magnusen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-2155086816691114002?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-92177962407648629602007-01-14T11:20:00.000-08:002007-01-14T11:28:03.107-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/RaqDC_OnFTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Kw6HMCV2tGE/s1600-h/302da%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/RaqDC_OnFTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Kw6HMCV2tGE/s320/302da%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019968822013531442" /></a><br /><br />This tiny angel<br />she must be<br />who flies through the air<br />with Daddy's care<br /><br />Oh Daddy's I hope you know how important you are to your tiny angels.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-9217796240764862960?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1971122840275681799.post-78557750826512450012007-01-01T16:30:00.000-08:002007-01-01T16:33:49.972-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/RZmoVY9JVLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ifbUfvmaZco/s1600-h/202ss%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4CejEiuQ0c/RZmoVY9JVLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ifbUfvmaZco/s320/202ss%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015224745483392178" /></a><br /><br />Tiny Angels That Bleed and This Journey Called Life, I Write My New Years Resolutions<br /><br /><br />This journey<br />life its called<br />this karma free for all<br />back and forth a saviors hell<br />attempts to speak to tiny angels.<br /><br />In the lore<br />place mats on my table<br />protect the meal from wear.<br />Understood circumferences <br />worn<br />back and forth<br />never ends. <br />Perhaps that's the plan after all?<br /><br />I write my journey<br />keep track of all those notes.<br />Plans for the future<br />watch ocean tides<br />chances for revival<br />blossoms on a tree.<br />I see tomorrow and me.<br /><br />I spread my wings<br />fairy dust does coat each stroke<br />miracles tied<br />ever so cleverly<br />with a shipping vessels ropes.<br /><br />Pelted with regret at times<br />undefined <br />yet<br />meeting too much definition.<br />Keep it still<br />float that boat<br />lift up my sail<br />bitter past<br />bitter note.<br />Lift up that sail<br />now, tomorrow and me.<br /><br />Tiny angels that bleed<br />Angels never used to fall.<br />One fairy stood her ground<br />she stayed for me.<br /><br />Gathered ideas<br />posted their lessons<br />weighed claims.<br />Rolled up useless<br />stored it anyway.<br /><br />Each trial she met<br />an architects drawing<br />have to understand perspective<br />or buildings will fail.<br />I feel the edges<br />I scream that dream <br />so I can hear it.<br />Decode its secrets.<br /><br />Five bottles left<br />they contain my rhythm<br />define the borders<br />at all cost.<br /><br />Past rules and decisions<br />I define my fate.<br />If I don't watch myself<br />I will walk all over<br />stomp in the ground<br />that designated pathway<br />without a humble sound.<br /><br />Hope in the seeing<br />sameness as an enemy<br />dig out those worn down pathways<br />dusty plans<br />redesign their voices<br />hear them clear<br />and every single day<br />reject their fading dots.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1971122840275681799-7855775082651245001?l=tinyangelsspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kathy Ostman-Magnusen - Dennis Magnusenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106023393344167864noreply@blogger.com0