<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330</id><updated>2012-01-04T22:04:25.896-08:00</updated><category term='cold alaska quiver shiver ididatwist poetry spanky'/><category term='poor pitiful pearl mother step on your lip alaska poetry ididatwist worries'/><category term='friendship happiness thoughts savior ididatwist alaska kelly intimate poetry love'/><category term='snowflake rare pink alaska poem heaven glittery kelly katzenberger'/><category term='poem ididatwist love daughter little toes life pregnancy joy intimate poetry'/><category term='alaska ididatwist intimate poetry feeling sorry for myself fear missing someone hearts love'/><category term='ididatwist poetry alaska sillcott washinton cherry pie chicken pigs cows no place like home Irish meadow'/><title type='text'>Intimate Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>A Passion Worth Expression</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-8363887330305516547</id><published>2009-11-26T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:36:41.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaska ididatwist intimate poetry feeling sorry for myself fear missing someone hearts love'/><title type='text'>Feeling Sorry For Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Feeling Sorry For Myself~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sw70jTzO-MI/AAAAAAAABFY/ud8M2haAJXU/s1600/afeeling+sorry+for+myself.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408529089966307522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sw70jTzO-MI/AAAAAAAABFY/ud8M2haAJXU/s320/afeeling+sorry+for+myself.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may not be kosher, but we've all done it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in my email for the very last time&lt;br /&gt;For a message a note a comment&lt;br /&gt;From his heart to mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing was there&lt;br /&gt;Not a single word&lt;br /&gt;My constant searching&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like a nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I think he still cares&lt;br /&gt;Is it my dreams my hopes&lt;br /&gt;Ive cried plenty of tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s done his best to give me a cold shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The passive aggressive couldn't be any colder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what hurts most&lt;br /&gt;Today and beyond&lt;br /&gt;Is how I gave my heart&lt;br /&gt;And he won’t respond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Never missing a beat&lt;br /&gt;And the thing I feared most&lt;br /&gt;Is standing at my feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Ill manage my heart strings&lt;br /&gt;And such&lt;br /&gt;But theres things about him&lt;br /&gt;I miss so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kelly Katzenberger 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-8363887330305516547?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8363887330305516547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-sorry-for-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/8363887330305516547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/8363887330305516547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-sorry-for-myself.html' title='Feeling Sorry For Myself'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sw70jTzO-MI/AAAAAAAABFY/ud8M2haAJXU/s72-c/afeeling+sorry+for+myself.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-6560008075894165834</id><published>2009-11-16T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:13:50.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor pitiful pearl mother step on your lip alaska poetry ididatwist worries'/><title type='text'>Mother Used To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SwIiYNyQiPI/AAAAAAAABDw/Jyy1UWLMnAw/s1600/mymommynme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404920302210681074" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SwIiYNyQiPI/AAAAAAAABDw/Jyy1UWLMnAw/s320/mymommynme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Mother Used To Say ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Pitiful Pearl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is what she said to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be careful that lip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll step on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gee Gosh Oh Golly Oh Gee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get in a way sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And throw a terrible fit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant help the worries from time to time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gee Gosh Oh Golly OH S**T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love You Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Kelly Katzenberger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11-16-09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-6560008075894165834?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6560008075894165834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-used-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/6560008075894165834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/6560008075894165834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-used-to-say.html' title='Mother Used To Say'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SwIiYNyQiPI/AAAAAAAABDw/Jyy1UWLMnAw/s72-c/mymommynme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-5656863021090733752</id><published>2009-11-16T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:04:14.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold alaska quiver shiver ididatwist poetry spanky'/><title type='text'>To Cold For Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SwIfkSBWr0I/AAAAAAAABDo/EQtJSuIGBto/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404917210971287362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SwIfkSBWr0I/AAAAAAAABDo/EQtJSuIGBto/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its to cold for words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I do is shiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to speak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my lips just quiver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cold day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Alaska divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some heat would be nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh beautiful sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now I'll wrap up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my polar fleece blanky&lt;br /&gt;Got one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get one.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ll freeze your spanky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was -1 degrees this morning 11-16-09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Kelly Katzenberger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-5656863021090733752?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5656863021090733752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-cold-for-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/5656863021090733752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/5656863021090733752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-cold-for-words.html' title='To Cold For Words'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SwIfkSBWr0I/AAAAAAAABDo/EQtJSuIGBto/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-2876078927622591718</id><published>2009-11-13T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:23:20.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem ididatwist love daughter little toes life pregnancy joy intimate poetry'/><title type='text'>My Little You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; ~My Little You~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I felt your little hands&lt;br /&gt;Your feet and hiccups too,&lt;br /&gt;Every day you grow some more&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to meet my little you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night&lt;br /&gt;And day after day&lt;br /&gt;My anticipation grows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh there you are&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sake&lt;br /&gt;Oh LOOK at those little toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness of your little face&lt;br /&gt;The softness of your brow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curled up grin&lt;br /&gt;The wrinkled chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response is simply Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a whole new place&lt;br /&gt;Of wonder, joy, and grace,&lt;br /&gt;Safely in my arms you’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;Where it’s warm and dry and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when your ready&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nMC0JPI/AAAAAAAABCg/Q4ZVEK2wCPE/s1600-h/ame1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403684708371670258" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nMC0JPI/AAAAAAAABCg/Q4ZVEK2wCPE/s320/ame1981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the great big world,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a balance within&lt;br /&gt;To keep yourself all furled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nZXCIpI/AAAAAAAABCo/Ter3leXIevc/s1600-h/marinadelmar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403684711946134162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nZXCIpI/AAAAAAAABCo/Ter3leXIevc/s320/marinadelmar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get through life together&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the storm&lt;br /&gt;I love you like no one can&lt;br /&gt;I am your true wise mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nimygQI/AAAAAAAABCw/IAtbG9E4H2M/s1600-h/momandame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403684714428137730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nimygQI/AAAAAAAABCw/IAtbG9E4H2M/s320/momandame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-2876078927622591718?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2876078927622591718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/2876078927622591718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/2876078927622591718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-you.html' title='My Little You'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv2-nMC0JPI/AAAAAAAABCg/Q4ZVEK2wCPE/s72-c/ame1981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-5085980520980713258</id><published>2009-11-12T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:21:44.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowflake rare pink alaska poem heaven glittery kelly katzenberger'/><title type='text'>Glittery Pink From Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Glittery Pink From Heaven~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv0IdJuM7XI/AAAAAAAABCY/dE-UzmjE8Ls/s1600-h/IMG_9981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403484424833396082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv0IdJuM7XI/AAAAAAAABCY/dE-UzmjE8Ls/s320/IMG_9981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catch a little snowflake&lt;br /&gt;As it falls out in the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look real fast&lt;br /&gt;Cause it won’t last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each one is truly rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I caught one of these gems today&lt;br /&gt;It’s color was the most outstanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought ALL were white,&lt;br /&gt;Glittery and bright….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But guess what I saw upon it’s landing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes… it is true&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you dare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn’t have believed it&lt;br /&gt;if I didn’t see it&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched it glitter&lt;br /&gt;I watched it move&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I captured in my own minds eye,&lt;br /&gt;Its color shape and size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one will ever believe me&lt;br /&gt;This gem I saw today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I captured it in art just now,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma taught me to crochet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This glittery snowflake from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Intricate lacy and pink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the rarest of the rare snowflakes…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So NOW....&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written By: Kelly Katzenberger 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-5085980520980713258?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5085980520980713258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/glittery-pink-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/5085980520980713258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/5085980520980713258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/glittery-pink-from-heaven.html' title='Glittery Pink From Heaven'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/Sv0IdJuM7XI/AAAAAAAABCY/dE-UzmjE8Ls/s72-c/IMG_9981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-6268216881066177130</id><published>2009-10-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:34:53.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship happiness thoughts savior ididatwist alaska kelly intimate poetry love'/><title type='text'>Friends The Happiness Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SudYkmycgrI/AAAAAAAAA7c/alyzmbIEAQ0/s1600-h/afrienshiprose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397380064337494706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SudYkmycgrI/AAAAAAAAA7c/alyzmbIEAQ0/s320/afrienshiprose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Friends~&lt;br /&gt;The Happiness Key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;I could ever have,&lt;br /&gt;They’re always there for me&lt;br /&gt;Weather happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are always there&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the weather,&lt;br /&gt;Through good times and bad…..&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seem to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laugh they cry they smile and hug&lt;br /&gt;They never miss a beat,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people in the world&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;friends just can’t be beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m forever in their debt&lt;br /&gt;They are the perfect drug,&lt;br /&gt;Angels in disguise&lt;br /&gt;I feel so safe and snug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;If ever YOU should need,&lt;br /&gt;Please look to me to share your plea,&lt;br /&gt;This is my friendship creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love one another&lt;br /&gt;As I have loved you,&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;What our Savior said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always comes back&lt;br /&gt;When it is given,&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends for being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;I keep you in my thoughts and prayers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my happiness key!&lt;br /&gt;                                             By: Kelly October 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-6268216881066177130?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6268216881066177130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-happiness-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/6268216881066177130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/6268216881066177130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-happiness-key.html' title='Friends The Happiness Key'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SudYkmycgrI/AAAAAAAAA7c/alyzmbIEAQ0/s72-c/afrienshiprose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128307761717297330.post-790890722438651049</id><published>2009-10-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:12:57.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ididatwist poetry alaska sillcott washinton cherry pie chicken pigs cows no place like home Irish meadow'/><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>~There’s No Place Like Home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for my Mom Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms, apple blossoms peach and pear,&lt;br /&gt;Silcott perfumery wafts through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398085742557520498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SunaYfA94nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/-ceudmOLuEc/s320/cherryblossoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses and cows chickens and pigs&lt;br /&gt;Alfalfa in the field,&lt;br /&gt;And some old time rigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma in her pretty skirt baking cherry pie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398085751285162674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SunaY_hzIrI/AAAAAAAAA8c/nsCI5SIGAWI/s320/cherry-pie-recipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen’ to that ol' time gospel,&lt;br /&gt;And fixin' her chicken fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbie’s layin' lazy&lt;br /&gt;Daddy’s reading his book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister’s out in the barn&lt;br /&gt;In her favorite nook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call ya for your supper&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t be late,&lt;br /&gt;Momma says it’s the best&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your book aside&lt;br /&gt;Sister let the animals roam,&lt;br /&gt;Come on together for supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       There’s just no place like home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398085758855928066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SunaZbuz2QI/AAAAAAAAA8k/N0jdwswjEKM/s320/hansens_dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I Love You Momma,&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Love Kelly 09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128307761717297330-790890722438651049?l=pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/790890722438651049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/790890722438651049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128307761717297330/posts/default/790890722438651049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasionatepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Kelly from Alaska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12683511128227700889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlR9m7hL3RI/SunaYfA94nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/-ceudmOLuEc/s72-c/cherryblossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
