Children’s Art By Liz Miller @ Simple Sunday
Hello And Welcome once again to
Simple Sunday!
Today we want to focus on Art
That’s created with the
Child in us all in mind.
So today we share with you
The children’s art of
LIZ MILLER
About The Artist
Liz Miller is a part-time artist from Boulder, Colorado.
In her free time she pursues her passion for art.
She has been working on three dimensional
art designs for over five years.
Her art has been exhibited for
the past two years in the Boulder Fall Festival
To Learn More about
Liz Miller
Click on the following links
http://www.lizmiller-art.com/ChildrensArt.html
For today’s poetic muse
We ask that you choose any one or all
Of the art pieces below for
your poetic inspiration
We hope the art inspires the
Poetic Child in you!
Please write a poem for the following:
“Night At The Circus”
“Fairytale Castle”
“Martian Rush Hour”
“A Girl’s Garden”
“Toy Box”
I thank you for visiting and sharing with us here for
Simple Sunday!
Please leave us your Heart and comments!
Let us know if you Liked today’s art!
I’m looking forward to our time again
for sharing next week!
One Summer Dream
~Cynthia~
Cynthia is currently out with Christmas shopping with my mother. She asked that I post her blog and watch over until she returns. She should be here in the next 2 hours or so.
I hope everyone enjoys her blog.
Jon
THE BOX
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Fill wit toys
That little hands can play
All kinds for truck to little red car
Dolly wit big blue eyes pretty as kin be
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Clothe toys
For that sleep over
Wit all me little friends
I love them all each and every one
But kin sleep wit just a few at the time
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Starry eyed is my little clown
He loves it when I cuddle up wit it
Pretty stripes on his socks wit pointed toe shoes
Hat be black had a ball at the end that ring ding a ling
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But no one loves more than me
Is my coddle fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear
Now thats me favor of all in are outta be
I carry it just every where that I go sleepy bye are just a walk in the part
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Written By: Bettie Davis —————– © December 15 , 2o12
httpv://youtu.be/qhdUucs8AlY
Toy Box
By Liz Miller
Toys
These toys are filled with me
Those precious toys you bought made eyes bright see
Then, those that were given as gifts be
Times I played by myself
Other time just you and me
They have my fingerprints all over as pleased
Many cannot be washed away nor seen thee
But, memories of me be
Now that I no longer need them
Please, give to one that is in need
Know will make a nice Christmas boxed
May divide and wrap up for more than one
I am up here watching and will enjoy this
Making my Christmas a great gift
See that teddy bear you may want to keep it
Hug when miss me though I am inside of you
Just give yourself a hug and you will feel the love
Oh, send those balloons up I will catch and we will all enjoy
Can even send some up when you fill the need or what to share a smile
No more worry cause it is beautiful up here
I will watch over you now
So, take care of yourself and make me proud
Remember all those things you used to tell me to do
Now, you do for yourself and it will be for me, too
As brush your teeth, eat healthy. take a bath, say your prayers and go to bed on time
You remember and most of all
I love you and I know you love me , too
EXTRATERRESTRIAL INSIGHT
Its red atmosphere hides the surface;
leads us to think Mars has no purpose.
Even the probe we sent had missed it.
Martian civilization’s reflections twisted.
But if we fine tune all of the rays,
and look more closely and fix our gaze,
we would see a colorful cityscape,
and Martians! We’d stare with mouths agape!
Turns out they have a workweek too
just like the likes of me and you.
Except they travel to and fro
in flying cars so bright they glow!
At rush hour colors are quite dazzling.
Then Martian nerves should be unravelling.
There is heavy traffic just like Earth
But it never quells their bubbly mirth.
It seems they have preserved their childhood
so that its joys just never end.
They all sleep soundly in colorful beds.
Their secret’s in their colorful heads.
So as we peer into their fun world
where rocket ships chase comet tails curled,
enlightenment might appear in sight:
to keep life colorful, keep it light.
Copyright December 16th 2012 RGD
Inspired by the artpiece “Martian Rush Hour” by Liz Miller
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“A Girl’s Garden” by Liz Miller
FOR EYES THAT CLEARLY SEE
When I was barely six,
the world out there
could have seemed
so scary and big
when I was barely six,
monsters and gremlins
and goblins and ghosts,
all manner of things
that lurked in the night.
But Mom read us stories
of Christopher Robin
and Peter Pan,
of Mary Poppins,
of magical castles
and fantasy dreams
that drew us close
when I was barely six.
And as I look at the world
outside my front door
on this Sunday morning
as this new day
begins to unfold,
I remember how it was
when I was barely six
and looked at the world
through eyes that really saw
the butterflies of springtime,
the flowers and the trees,
the bees that carried nectar,
the rainbows and
the long-tailed kites
we flew together
in the breeze.
And I search deep within
this heart of mine
on this Sunday morning
as the sun begins to shine,
for eyes that see
the world and life
as the children do
who share their vision
and their wisdom with me,
priceless gifts to my soul
as I begin my day,
praying for wisdom
and for eyes
that clearly see
the world as I saw it
when I was barely six.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-16-12
Very nice art pieces… I’ll try and be back with something! :love: