tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57140948825915122962012-02-11T05:34:21.057-08:00Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.comBlogger1451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-25231344795920080332011-06-30T16:11:00.000-07:002011-06-30T16:14:16.682-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSjqb_v3Oaw/Tg0C3z2Tj4I/AAAAAAAAChY/xxhkdzRQRL8/s1600/borboleta-azul.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSjqb_v3Oaw/Tg0C3z2Tj4I/AAAAAAAAChY/xxhkdzRQRL8/s320/borboleta-azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624154667489660802" border="0" /></a>Queridos amigos e visitantes, vou me ausentar alguns dias por motivo de férias... Retorno em breve. Um abraço afetuoso a todos.<br /><br />Úrsula Avner<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">fonte da imagem: Google</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2523134479592008033?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-79517363819862690342011-06-16T16:25:00.000-07:002011-06-16T16:56:36.004-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADqsiEUSBno/TfqVX-uwOtI/AAAAAAAACgo/ahP1hfKyGT8/s1600/festa-junina.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADqsiEUSBno/TfqVX-uwOtI/AAAAAAAACgo/ahP1hfKyGT8/s320/festa-junina.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618967724306741970" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">fonte da </span></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">imagem : google</span><br /><br />desfalece o sol no horizonte<br />o astro rei cansou de brilhar<br />surge a lua distante<br />sobre o céu vem se deitar<br />estrelas despontam aqui e acolá<br />dançam pra cá e pra lá<br />tal pipocas na arrebentação<br />o céu feito diamante<br />enfeita a noite de São João<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7951736381986269034?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-88986654346457692462011-06-03T16:15:00.001-07:002011-06-03T16:21:37.791-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XW0Si4FHNj4/TelrMklXuNI/AAAAAAAACfY/nAkKm-VCcik/s1600/ventos%2Bna%2Bprimavera-%2Bgabriela%2Bboechat.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XW0Si4FHNj4/TelrMklXuNI/AAAAAAAACfY/nAkKm-VCcik/s320/ventos%2Bna%2Bprimavera-%2Bgabriela%2Bboechat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614136274217056466" border="0" /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">tela: ventos na primavera</span></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">autora: Gabriela Boechat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">cabeça gira gira</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">feito redemoinho</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">gira o mundo</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">em sua órbita</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">não rodopia sozinho</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">a menina cor- de- rosa</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">gira gira</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">parece ter rodas</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">nas sapatilhas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">gira a folha no vento</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">a borboleta</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">a lua</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">gira o pensamento</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">a pétala</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">a rua</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: georgia;">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8898665434645769246?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-13425306476237562962011-05-23T18:43:00.000-07:002011-05-23T19:02:20.050-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WS9Bwmi1aes/TdsQDVLAOVI/AAAAAAAACeU/tuXnIXB9SVw/s1600/menina%2Be%2Bborboleta-%2Bda%2Bcosta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WS9Bwmi1aes/TdsQDVLAOVI/AAAAAAAACeU/tuXnIXB9SVw/s320/menina%2Be%2Bborboleta-%2Bda%2Bcosta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610095410229033298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">tela: Da Costa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">eu queria uma canção</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">feita de várias cores</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">azul amarela bonina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">da cor dos olhos de Marina</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">eu queria um coração</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">feito só de flores</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">rosa margarida jasmim</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">tudo perfumado em mim</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Vamos brincar ?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">* Quem quiser comentar, peço que aceite o desafio de continuar os versos do poema com a mesma sequência de rimas, ou seja, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">primeira estrofe (a) (b) (c) (c)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">segunda estrofe (a) (b) (c) (c)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">eu queria....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Um abraço afetuoso a todos !</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1342530647623756296?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-78637745254650466832011-05-07T20:42:00.000-07:002011-05-07T21:00:25.171-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm1ROJ8Ao68/TcYRo9zCSsI/AAAAAAAACc0/gNDzobfnlbw/s1600/mae_e_filho_gustave_klimt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm1ROJ8Ao68/TcYRo9zCSsI/AAAAAAAACc0/gNDzobfnlbw/s320/mae_e_filho_gustave_klimt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604186181790223042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >tela: Gustav Klint</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">mãe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">teu nome é</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ternura e carinho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">trouxe -me á vida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">deste-me um ninho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">amiga querida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">nunca me deixa sozinho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">em ti encontro guarida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">colo seguro sem espinho</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7863774525465046683?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-67396467782713725342011-05-02T18:06:00.000-07:002011-05-02T18:26:58.086-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qWTmFNLijA/Tb9ZITxwTlI/AAAAAAAACcM/HaaluT_rhbQ/s1600/Ed%2BRibeiro-%2Bborboleta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qWTmFNLijA/Tb9ZITxwTlI/AAAAAAAACcM/HaaluT_rhbQ/s320/Ed%2BRibeiro-%2Bborboleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602294460754972242" border="0" /></a>tela : Ed Ribeiro<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >é preciso<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >um pouquinho de luz<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >para acender<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >o farol<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >a vela</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mas não o sol<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >é preciso<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >um bocadinho de amor<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >para se cultivar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >uma flor<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >um sorriso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mas não o sabor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >de se escrever</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >um poema</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >que fale só de amor<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6739646778271372534?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-2505483272222797072011-04-17T12:40:00.000-07:002011-05-07T21:02:21.023-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc0yvIDtpno/TatC_840bEI/AAAAAAAACac/2GbBYwvXIwo/s1600/terra%2Bazul%2Bdesenho.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc0yvIDtpno/TatC_840bEI/AAAAAAAACac/2GbBYwvXIwo/s320/terra%2Bazul%2Bdesenho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596640628381609026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">hoje um céu festivo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">se abriu inteiro sobre mim</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">azul luminoso e altivo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">parecia não ter fim</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">as nuvens sequer apontaram</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">no céu de azul intenso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a brincar no horizonte ficaram</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">se abriu em flor azul imenso</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">o olho azul brilha brilha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">o mar cheio de azul encanta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">o balão azul segue sua trilha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a Terra toda seu azul decanta</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje sou toda </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">azul, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">aqui e lá no </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://ursulaavner.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Sempre Poesia</span>.</a><span style="font-style: italic;">.. Um abraço azulado a todos que me visitam !<br /><br />fonte da imagem : Google<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-250548327222279707?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-91766967855261945372011-04-09T13:29:00.001-07:002011-04-09T13:37:02.696-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_QN5d0p8iQ/TaDCTG_Jp5I/AAAAAAAACZM/A2n-avdsA9Y/s1600/112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_QN5d0p8iQ/TaDCTG_Jp5I/AAAAAAAACZM/A2n-avdsA9Y/s320/112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593684370742945682" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">imagem</span> : <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">minha filha caçula- adolescente</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Eis</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">que te contemplo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">em trânsito</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">adorável criança</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">bela moça</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">teus olhos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">verde-oliva</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">ainda me paralisam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">parecem enxergar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">dentro de mim</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">subitamente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">me avisam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">que não sei</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">o bastante</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">adorável menina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">da boca pequena</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">e coração gigante</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-9176696785526194537?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-5750254214547139002011-04-06T17:58:00.001-07:002011-04-09T14:09:27.266-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSoEoto9d20/TaDK6cnL4EI/AAAAAAAACZc/0t1rapdM31U/s1600/103.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSoEoto9d20/TaDK6cnL4EI/AAAAAAAACZc/0t1rapdM31U/s320/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593693842655928386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">imagem :</span> Minha filha primogênita- adolescente<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >ainda te vejo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >tão frágil</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >alinhavada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >aos meus braços</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >cheiro de leite</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >olhar tão ágil</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >vejo-te balbuciando</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >som da inocência</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >uma rosa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >delicada serena</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >minha menina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >doce e pequena</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-575025421454713900?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-15370343123818369432011-03-28T18:28:00.000-07:002011-03-28T18:34:26.422-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3CeCSHH-Rs/TZE15pwgh_I/AAAAAAAACYU/-gofkH26TAQ/s1600/bichos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3CeCSHH-Rs/TZE15pwgh_I/AAAAAAAACYU/-gofkH26TAQ/s320/bichos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589307877121624050" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">fonte da imagem </span>: <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Google</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >elegante se ergue a garça</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sem pudor ou esforço maior</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >golfinhos brincam com anéis de prata</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >no misterioso oceano mor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >gentis borboletas ensaiam dança singular</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >flores coloridas também querem bailar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >pássaros em bando voam de cá para lá</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mil bichos em festa fazem da vida um tear</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1537034312381836943?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-32988963577001994122011-03-19T14:02:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:19:18.225-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMh6qfcWFOo/TYUaoQFRHcI/AAAAAAAACXs/9WkniiQEFr4/s1600/nuvem%2Bde%2Bchuva.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMh6qfcWFOo/TYUaoQFRHcI/AAAAAAAACXs/9WkniiQEFr4/s320/nuvem%2Bde%2Bchuva.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585900191637118402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">fonte da imagem:</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">http://www.galeria.colorir.com</span><br /><br />ti li li ti li lá<br />chuva cai devagar<br />molha as frutas do pomar<br />se mistura ás águas do mar<br /><br />ti rim tim ti rim tim<br />chuva muda de lugar<br />chove em Ana e não chove em mim<br />cai aqui mas não cai acolá<br /><br />ti ri bum ti ri bum<br />chuva vira tempestade<br />trovão raio e tibum !<br />Chuva inunda uma cidade<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3298896357700199412?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-9018268417688467872011-03-16T17:26:00.001-07:002011-03-17T13:54:10.522-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyY6eo1wx8k/TYFVVk6MO9I/AAAAAAAACXU/E0zWdLKw3tc/s1600/borboleta%2B-%2BLuiza%2BM.N..JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyY6eo1wx8k/TYFVVk6MO9I/AAAAAAAACXU/E0zWdLKw3tc/s320/borboleta%2B-%2BLuiza%2BM.N..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584838842089487314" border="0" /></a>borboleta- Luiza Maciel Nogueira<br /><a href="http://versosdeluz.blogspot.com/">http://versosdeluz.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">lindas borboletas amarelas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">apostaram corrida sem pudores</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">embrenharam-se entre as flores</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">repousaram no beiral das janelas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">com suas asas rajadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">brincavam lépidas ao ar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">faziam festa de asas dadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">não tinham hora para parar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">quisera ser como as borboletas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">voar livremente ao vento</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">pousar entre rosas e violetas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">viver ao sabor do tempo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-901826841768846787?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-70617807455632352252011-03-12T19:44:00.000-08:002011-03-13T19:59:51.407-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhTr_SFt5qQ/TXw-UpbsxrI/AAAAAAAACW0/jk5djZwxFVo/s1600/crianca_na_praia.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhTr_SFt5qQ/TXw-UpbsxrI/AAAAAAAACW0/jk5djZwxFVo/s320/crianca_na_praia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583406162472912562" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">foto:</span> do google- sem informação de autoria</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mar que canta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mar que chora</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mar que se agita e encanta</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >maremoto não demora</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >molhei os pés na areia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >vi a face do mar brilhosa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >feito vida de sereia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >fascinante e misteriosa</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7061780745563235225?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-83447342892727264902011-03-05T05:31:00.000-08:002011-03-05T05:44:22.256-08:00Queridos (as) amigos (as), estarei ausente devido ao feriado de Carnaval. Um ótimo feriado a todos. Um abraço afetuoso!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPy_cyMsS8U/TXI9LEKxdgI/AAAAAAAACWk/F4IBkG5JU9Y/s1600/aaaaaa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPy_cyMsS8U/TXI9LEKxdgI/AAAAAAAACWk/F4IBkG5JU9Y/s320/aaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580590148572247554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Fonte da imagem: Google</span><br /><br /> Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8344734289272726490?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-1269179516291001032011-02-25T14:54:00.000-08:002011-02-25T14:59:45.316-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzxsuo67z88/TWgzb3mU9QI/AAAAAAAACVE/XNghcxjunOQ/s1600/mo%25C3%25A7a%2Be%2Bestrelas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzxsuo67z88/TWgzb3mU9QI/AAAAAAAACVE/XNghcxjunOQ/s320/mo%25C3%25A7a%2Be%2Bestrelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577764692372550914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >no céu</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >lindas estrelas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >formam um coro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >afinado e reluzente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >eu aqui na terra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >só canto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >quando contente</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Úrsula Avner<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">imagem: do google- sem informação de autoria</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-126917951629100103?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-66177015386594068362011-02-06T13:52:00.000-08:002011-02-25T15:16:56.251-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tJZX3DugWU/TWg4QbtzC5I/AAAAAAAACVM/JPIwqKjh7Lw/s1600/mo%25C3%25A7a%2Be%2Bchuva%2Bcaindo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tJZX3DugWU/TWg4QbtzC5I/AAAAAAAACVM/JPIwqKjh7Lw/s320/mo%25C3%25A7a%2Be%2Bchuva%2Bcaindo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577769993467267986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >fonte da imagem : </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">google- sem informação de autoria</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >na chávena</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >esfria o chá</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >uma ideia cheia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >chateia-me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >de não ter teu chamego</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >apita a chaleira</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >gotículas caem no chapéu</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >em teus olhos chapiscados</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mora um chamado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >cai abundante chuva</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner<br /><br />Queridos (as) amigos (as) e visitantes, tenho passado por momentos delicados atualmente, por isso estou em falta com as visitas. Em breve espero poder atualizá-las. Agradeço a todos e todas pelo carinho das visitas e comentários. Grande abraço.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6617701538659406836?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-5107183857009939372011-01-28T15:50:00.000-08:002011-01-28T17:03:29.729-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TUNaGSvlefI/AAAAAAAACTg/0XxG9oCNrio/s1600/menino%2Bfofo%2Bdormindo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TUNaGSvlefI/AAAAAAAACTg/0XxG9oCNrio/s320/menino%2Bfofo%2Bdormindo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567392628517206514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >fonte da imagem: http://fadadospontinhos.blogspot</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >dorme menino</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >o sono dos anjos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >ao som doce e fino<br />da voz de arcanjos<br /><br />quisera também</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >voar como eles</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >encontrar no além </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >a candura daqueles seres </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >romper espaços</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sem medo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sem laços</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >conhecer planetas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >desvendar segredos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sem estardalhaço</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >dorme menino</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >o sono dos anjos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sem pressa de acordar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >cantiga de mãe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >é o que te faz voar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner<br /><br />Olá queridas amigas , amigos e visitantes, estou de volta, finalmente, depois de um período de recesso acrescido de problemas familiares que me absorveram bastante. Ainda estou vivendo uma fase difícil, mas estou certa de que irei superá-la. Obrigada pelo carinho de todas e todos que me visitam e registram aqui sua expressão de afeto em forma de palavras. Bj com gotinhas de poesias. <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-510718385700993937?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-80335762056154432192010-12-20T17:18:00.000-08:002010-12-20T17:20:58.732-08:00<div><br /></div><div>Queridos amigos, amigas e visitantes, estarei ausente até o início de Janeiro para descansar.</div><div>Desejo a todos e todas boas festas e um 2011 repleto de realizações. Um abraço afetuoso a cada um (a). Até breve ! </div><div><br /></div><div>Úrsula Avner</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8033576205615443219?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-24078139858535352752010-12-13T14:40:00.000-08:002010-12-13T14:52:54.226-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TQai8q1YPXI/AAAAAAAACSk/H7B7V_CfWMc/s1600/passaro_uirapuru.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TQai8q1YPXI/AAAAAAAACSk/H7B7V_CfWMc/s320/passaro_uirapuru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550302753954741618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">pássaro uirapuru</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">fonte da imagem : google</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">passarinho campestre</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">feliz deu um pio</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">com ares de mestre</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">partiu para o assobio</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">feliz é meu tio</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">que canta tão bem</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">á beira do rio</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">assobia também</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2407813985853535275?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-91899392250901629572010-12-08T16:22:00.000-08:002010-12-24T11:21:59.240-08:00<div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TQAiERCWPxI/AAAAAAAACSM/yJzISyQaZGE/s1600/casal%2Bcrian%25C3%25A7as%2Bdesenho.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TQAiERCWPxI/AAAAAAAACSM/yJzISyQaZGE/s320/casal%2Bcrian%25C3%25A7as%2Bdesenho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548472197608521490" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">fonte da imagem: http://uemersonemel.blog.terra.com.br</span><br /><br />tentei contar<br />as estrelas do firmamento<br />uma duas três<br />não posso continuar<br />sem um nó no pensamento<br />quatro cinco seis<br />são tantos pontos brilhantes<br />enchem o céu de luz<br />para a alegria dos amantes<br />que da noite estrelada fazem jus<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-9189939225090162957?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-28150551631901586412010-12-03T15:52:00.000-08:002010-12-05T14:30:52.859-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TPmE7xBq00I/AAAAAAAACR0/xaOyWpVaNmM/s1600/palavras.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TPmE7xBq00I/AAAAAAAACR0/xaOyWpVaNmM/s320/palavras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546610578390963010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >há palavras com gosto adocicado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >feito chocolate, mel e bombocado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >palavras com gosto amargo</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >feito fel e semblante </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >emburrado"</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >há palavras azuis, verdes e brancas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >amarelas, vermelhas são tantas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >palavras que saltam das bocas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >saudáveis e loucas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >tristes, repletas de teias</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >alegres, bonitas ou feias</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >palavras em rótulos de vidros</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">palavras que enchem os livros</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2815055163190158641?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-34379883744613779872010-11-25T13:28:00.000-08:002010-11-25T15:05:47.574-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TO7WN3HsVbI/AAAAAAAACRU/_s7GL-EC6Aw/s1600/tatu.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TO7WN3HsVbI/AAAAAAAACRU/_s7GL-EC6Aw/s320/tatu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543603724962518450" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;">fonte da imagem: http://galeria.colorir.com</span><br /><br />tatu tatuado<br />tateou a terra<br />cavou um buraco<br />se enfiou na toca<br />tratou de esconder-se<br />do barulho da broca <br /><br />tatu ficou tonto<br />de tanto cavar<br />tatu fura-terra<br />cavou tão fundo<br />que abraçou o mar<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3437988374461377987?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-12594014863763989462010-11-12T17:07:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:32:04.417-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TN3o-OYShiI/AAAAAAAACQE/WAOSZeBunXs/s1600/noite%2Be%2Bsol-%2BArte%2BPetra.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TN3o-OYShiI/AAAAAAAACQE/WAOSZeBunXs/s320/noite%2Be%2Bsol-%2BArte%2BPetra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538839272445085218" border="0" />fonte da imagem: Arte Petra</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Veja a noite que chega</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >toda prosa e contente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >carrregada de brilho de estrela</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >tão cheia de si que nem sente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >o sol partindo infeliz</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >queria reinar mais um pouco</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >esquentar-me dos pés ao nariz</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >mas a noite indagou- ficou louco ?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Para o sol é hora de partir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >para a noite é hora de luzir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >para mim é hora de dormir</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1259401486376398946?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-17595575788589038022010-11-05T14:36:00.000-07:002010-11-05T15:39:07.115-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br />bota a língua para fora</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br />o médico a examina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >garganta inflamada ou catapora ?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >coitada da pobre menina </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >língua vermelha engana</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >tem cheiro gostoso de bala</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >nada de doença mana</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >travessura mais alto fala</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br />* Não postei imagem porque o pc está com alguns problemas. Grata pela compreensão.<br />Um abraço afetuoso a todos e todas que me visitam.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1759557578858903802?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-55425692999738277882010-10-29T14:38:00.000-07:002010-10-29T14:52:57.293-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TMs_S5MVGPI/AAAAAAAACOc/EvvkQvNeMPc/s1600/menina+na+praia.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TMs_S5MVGPI/AAAAAAAACOc/EvvkQvNeMPc/s320/menina+na+praia.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533586160977516786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >na areia fofa da praia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina ergue castelos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >vento levanta a saia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >da moça de negros cabelos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sol insiste em brilhar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >um caranguejo anda de ré</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >salta ás narinas o cheiro de mar</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >nada é mais vivo do que a maré</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-5542569299973827788?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-35873833646413877862010-10-24T15:57:00.000-07:002010-10-24T16:03:35.733-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TMS6Cx7eGII/AAAAAAAACOE/kpUy_6KL2g8/s1600/convite+lan%C3%A7amento+livro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531750799243090050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TMS6Cx7eGII/AAAAAAAACOE/kpUy_6KL2g8/s320/convite+lan%C3%A7amento+livro.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>Olá pessoal , convido a todos os que moram em B.H e áqueles que estiverem por aqui a comparecerem ao lançamento do livro que compus com mais onze autoras. Ainda não é o de poesias infantis, mas reune uma série de poemas e prosas selecionadas com esmero para a Antologia. Obrigada a todos pelo carinho ! </strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>Um abraço, </strong></span></em></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#336666;"><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#336666;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">* clique na imagem para visualizá-la melhor...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3587383364641387786?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-1910573880518512172010-10-17T14:02:00.000-07:002010-10-17T14:14:35.617-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TLtmXHZt1YI/AAAAAAAACNc/opRkIsh5fkE/s1600/Egil+Paulsen+menino+gaivota.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TLtmXHZt1YI/AAAAAAAACNc/opRkIsh5fkE/s320/Egil+Paulsen+menino+gaivota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529125514837349762" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">imagem : Egil Paulsen- Menino gaivota</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menino sem juizo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >saiu ligeiro aceso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >feito cobra que agita o guizo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >queria pegar nuvem no ar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >desconhece que não sabe voar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >só bate asas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-191057388051851217?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-15918801002094600112010-10-10T17:03:00.000-07:002010-10-10T17:17:23.379-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TLJXfzg-ChI/AAAAAAAACM0/tgqDUzYuw6g/s1600/Passion++nas+alturas-+menino+e+pipa.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TLJXfzg-ChI/AAAAAAAACM0/tgqDUzYuw6g/s320/Passion++nas+alturas-+menino+e+pipa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526575896653072914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br />vento corre ligeiro<br />feito pé de menino</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >encardido e arteiro</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >feito anjo que migra</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >do recanto celestial</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >traz nas asas desejos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >salpicados de brocal</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1591880100209460011?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-27078164053016140782010-10-05T15:35:00.000-07:002010-10-05T15:50:52.906-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TKupmCpheKI/AAAAAAAACMM/J_aZGUn2rDI/s1600/sol_+e++chuva.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TKupmCpheKI/AAAAAAAACMM/J_aZGUn2rDI/s320/sol_+e++chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524695838911199394" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">fonte da imagem : blog Estrelinha Piglet</span><br /><br /><br />Sol enrustido, tímido<br />não queria brilhar<br />escondeu-se atrás das nuvens<br />depois foi despontando devagar<br />Chuva caiu de mansinho<br />para economizar<br /><br />Sol e chuva<br />chuva e sol<br />casamento da viúva<br />Será ?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2707816405301614078?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-82924726267752441502010-09-29T15:30:00.000-07:002010-09-29T15:37:53.043-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TKO-plPGRGI/AAAAAAAACLk/4SenIyZ9bdI/s1600/Casa+na+ro%C3%A7a.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TKO-plPGRGI/AAAAAAAACLk/4SenIyZ9bdI/s320/Casa+na+ro%C3%A7a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522467189665711202" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">tela: Casa na roça</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Autor : Ademir Silva</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >lá no fundo do quintal</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >tem uma árvore diferente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >se estende até o milharal</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >sorri toda prosa e contente</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >no brejo o sapo croacha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >engole uma mosca distraída</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >rosa solitária desabrocha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >correm o rio, o tempo , a vida</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8292472626775244150?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-42109788494962095952010-09-22T15:28:00.000-07:002010-09-22T15:34:18.359-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TJqDQdXjxJI/AAAAAAAACKY/6z4HUTe1xls/s1600/menina+e+borboleta-+da+costa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TJqDQdXjxJI/AAAAAAAACKY/6z4HUTe1xls/s320/menina+e+borboleta-+da+costa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519868612080551058" border="0" /></a>tela : Menina e borboleta<br /> (Da Costa)<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >ao meu ouvido soprou<br />um vento especial<br />uma borboleta genial<br />bateu asas e voou<br /><br />corri corri atrás dela<br />não consegui alcançá-la<br />borboleta rara e tão bela<br />pena que não pude pegá-la</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4210978849496209595?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-30227291572059567172010-09-17T19:00:00.000-07:002010-09-17T19:28:06.409-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TJQhCKSvfAI/AAAAAAAACJg/6DPBIRYSD5U/s1600/jardins+na+pele-+Luiza+Maciel+Nogueira"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TJQhCKSvfAI/AAAAAAAACJg/6DPBIRYSD5U/s320/jardins+na+pele-+Luiza+Maciel+Nogueira" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518071764442119170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">arte:</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Jardins na pele</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">de</span>: Luiza Maciel Nogueira</span><br /><br /><a href="http://versosdeluz.blogspot.com/">http://versosdeluz.blogspot.com </a><br /><br /><br />uma gotinha de poesia<br />caiu no papel esbranquiçado<br />de repente alegrou-se o dia<br />eis um jardim bordado<br /><br />palavras de todas as cores<br />formaram versos ritmados<br />nasceu um poema em flores<br />ramalhetes alegres e encantados<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner<br /><br />* obrigada Luiza pela beleza de sua arte e por poder casá-la com a poesia. Bj.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3022729157205956717?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-59918087382466554072010-09-07T17:41:00.000-07:002010-09-07T17:54:24.683-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TIbd99NSvQI/AAAAAAAACIY/JeL5QOR0nfQ/s1600/menina+no+jardim+c%C3%ADcero+dias.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TIbd99NSvQI/AAAAAAAACIY/JeL5QOR0nfQ/s320/menina+no+jardim+c%C3%ADcero+dias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514338850233826562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">tela : Menina no jardim</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">autor : Cícero Dias</span><br /><br />borboleta brinca no jardim<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >beija as flores num amor sem fim</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina observa a borboleta<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >quer voar como ela a ninfeta<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >beija-flor tem ciúmes e chora<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >quer as flores só pra ele sem demora<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina observa o beija-flor<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >quer beijar como ele e sofrer de amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" >Úrsula Avner </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-5991808738246655407?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-21677248895759633502010-09-03T13:48:00.000-07:002010-09-03T17:01:26.923-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TIFixxKCA9I/AAAAAAAACHw/0HyKrJ1sEqM/s1600/sapos+br.brinquedo.com.ar.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512796026026722258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TIFixxKCA9I/AAAAAAAACHw/0HyKrJ1sEqM/s320/sapos+br.brinquedo.com.ar.bmp" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">sapo croacha</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">no brejo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">encontra a</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">namorada</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Salpica-lhe </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">delicado beijo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">não quer saber</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">de mais nada</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><br /><br /><br />* imagem do google-sem informação de autoria<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2167724889575963350?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-60613142043602445632010-08-29T15:00:00.000-07:002010-08-29T15:08:33.923-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/THrYvOP5cII/AAAAAAAACG4/q3CVKSS8fns/s1600/menina+fofa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/THrYvOP5cII/AAAAAAAACG4/q3CVKSS8fns/s320/menina+fofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510955399831449730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">imagem : Arte Petra</span><br /><br />Isabela, Bela, Belinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">doce e meiga menininha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">pele alva como algodão</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">és como suave canção</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">um delicado presente</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">que do céu recebi</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">querida por toda a gente</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">encantas quando sorri</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br />* poema dedicado á minha filha caçula- Isabela<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6061314204360244563?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-69238762143116695482010-08-25T15:42:00.001-07:002010-08-31T16:30:02.465-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/THWfChXzHPI/AAAAAAAACF4/Ws8t8YEN7KM/s1600/Bailarina+e+p%C3%A1ssaros+-+Luiza+Maciel+Nogueira.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509484584824413426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/THWfChXzHPI/AAAAAAAACF4/Ws8t8YEN7KM/s320/Bailarina+e+p%C3%A1ssaros+-+Luiza+Maciel+Nogueira.JPG" /></a><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">arte :<span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"> </span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">Luiza Maciel Nogueira</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)">in:</span> <a style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)" href="http://versosdeluz.blogspot.com/">http://versosdeluz.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina sonhou que podia voar</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >passarinho quis lhe ensinar</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >conversa vai conversa vem</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina entendeu tudo bem </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >na hora de alçar o voo</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina não quis tentar</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >em vez de aprender a voar</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" >menina correu para o mar</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,51,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Úrsula Avner </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6923876214311669548?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-32668912405806993452010-08-21T19:53:00.000-07:002010-08-22T16:21:58.694-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/THCTQrQ_ZZI/AAAAAAAACEw/-Hx6u-rC9Xc/s1600/Menina+Tulipa-+Diana+trabalhos+manuais.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/THCTQrQ_ZZI/AAAAAAAACEw/-Hx6u-rC9Xc/s320/Menina+Tulipa-+Diana+trabalhos+manuais.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508064258975294866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Ana Elisa, Ana, Aninha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >minha pequena moreninha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >és jóia preciosa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >menina meiga e formosa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >que carrego em meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >doce e suave canção</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Tu és adorável e serena</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >flor perfumada e pequena</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >veludo em minha vida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Ana Elisa querida</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Úrsula Avner</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">fonte da imagem : Diana trabalhos manuais- " Menina Tulipa "</span><br /><br />* Este poema é uma homenagem á minha querida filha primogênita Ana Elisa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3266891240580699345?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-81293215226528891842010-08-18T13:42:00.000-07:002010-08-18T13:49:52.462-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TGxGnvzC-gI/AAAAAAAACEY/Xya3Kov_68c/s1600/boneco_de_neve-.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TGxGnvzC-gI/AAAAAAAACEY/Xya3Kov_68c/s320/boneco_de_neve-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506854093026687490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TGxF_vX3ZJI/AAAAAAAACEQ/S65aC5gLIyU/s1600/inverno.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Cristais de gelo </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">das nuvens despencam</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">deixam a terra branquinha</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">e o céu em lamento</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">frio intenso arrepia o pêlo</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">faz o corpo tremer</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">beijo gelado vira selo</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">cola no rosto sem desprender</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Úrsula Avner</span><br /></div><br />* <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">imagem disponível no google- sem informação de autoria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8129321522652889184?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-83579694571350356682010-08-13T15:21:00.000-07:002010-08-13T15:30:01.825-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TGXGelNTjOI/AAAAAAAACD4/7OXUV-mS4sQ/s1600/menina+fofa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TGXGelNTjOI/AAAAAAAACD4/7OXUV-mS4sQ/s320/menina+fofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505024348216593634" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">imagem</span> : <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Arte Petra</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">meu coração de menina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sempre quis ser princesa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">usar uma meia fina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">vestido longo azul turqueza</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">menina do laço de fita</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">da boca cor de cereja</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">menina da face bonita</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cheia de vida e andeja</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8357969457135035668?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-4723026097425898312010-08-08T15:42:00.001-07:002010-08-08T15:53:26.591-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TF8zACvmFgI/AAAAAAAACDQ/f_XhGGx6epk/s1600/sabi%C3%A1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503173345499551234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TF8zACvmFgI/AAAAAAAACDQ/f_XhGGx6epk/s320/sabi%C3%A1.png" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:georgia;">sabiá cantou no meu jardim</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">sabiá quis fugir de mim</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">sabiá não sabe</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">que eu também sei voar</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">nas asas da imaginação</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">sabiá bem cabe</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">no meio do meu pomar</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">entre flores da minha canção</span></em><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Úrsula Avner</em></span><br /></span></strong><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">fonte da imagem : Google- sem informação de autoria</span></p></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-472302609742589831?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-22336286941988000602010-08-03T16:27:00.001-07:002010-08-03T16:39:59.156-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TFioMTLPibI/AAAAAAAACCQ/A5lw0Yjj3bg/s1600/vaga-lumes+desenho.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501331874092386738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TFioMTLPibI/AAAAAAAACCQ/A5lw0Yjj3bg/s320/vaga-lumes+desenho.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TFimAbZB1iI/AAAAAAAACCI/gfOk3jrtQGQ/s1600/vaga-lumes+desenho.jpg"></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">vaga-lume</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">vaga<br /></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">na noite</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">de luar</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">vaga-lume</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">vaga</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">pisca pisca </span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">sem parar</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">pirilampos</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">são tantos</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">a luzir</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">no jardim</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">acendem a noite</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">e nem sabem de mim</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">que os observo silente</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">na companhia de um jasmim</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">pirilampo</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">de tanto luzir</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">teve piriri</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">pirilampo</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">pisca pisca</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">não tem hora pra dormir</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div>* <span style="color:#660000;">imagem do google- autoria não informada, embora expressa em tamanho minúsculo na foto</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2233628694198800060?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-6194856416620153682010-07-31T16:38:00.000-07:002010-08-13T15:20:23.325-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TFS0o0VR_QI/AAAAAAAACBg/13lfA9UMrAY/s1600/menino+lendo+livro.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 288px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500219658261888258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TFS0o0VR_QI/AAAAAAAACBg/13lfA9UMrAY/s320/menino+lendo+livro.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Hoje eu não quero</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>ir para a escola</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>não estou com vontade</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>só quero jogar bola</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Não pode menino</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>escola é importante</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>é preciso aprender sorrindo</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>para se tornar gente grande</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Estudar é chato</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>quem disse que eu quero crescer ?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Ser criança é irado</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>por que existe tanta coisa para aprender ?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Quem estuda aprende</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>a ser um bom cidadão</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>a ser boa gente</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>e ter uma profissão</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Eu quero ser bombeiro</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>médico ou bloggeiro</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>então vou estudar</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>e pessoa de bem me tornar</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><em>Úrsula Avner</em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br />* <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">imagem do google- sem informação de autoria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-619485641662015368?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-2675958355582307782010-07-14T17:35:00.001-07:002010-08-06T17:26:59.970-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TD5X8Zvu0DI/AAAAAAAAB_g/5yNmTD3H7HM/s1600/borboleta+azul.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493925290653438002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TD5X8Zvu0DI/AAAAAAAAB_g/5yNmTD3H7HM/s320/borboleta+azul.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Queridos amigos, amigas e visitantes , estou de férias e me ausentarei por algum tempo </span><span style="font-size:130%;">mas retorno em breve... Um abraço carinhoso a todos !</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#000099;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></p></span>* <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">imagem de autoria não informada. Fonte : Google<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-267595835558230778?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-86589175697777298112010-07-09T18:11:00.000-07:002010-07-09T18:28:06.485-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TDfK_H_fJrI/AAAAAAAAB-w/WFC5JyR5-As/s1600/borboleta+bonita.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492081456427509426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TDfK_H_fJrI/AAAAAAAAB-w/WFC5JyR5-As/s320/borboleta+bonita.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TDfJdYer6KI/AAAAAAAAB-o/0LNprAp20pQ/s1600/mel+gama.jpg"></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">quero escrever muitos versos</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">versos em cores brilhantes</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">que sejam meus <strong>uni</strong>versos</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">carregados em asas cintilantes</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">não sei rimar muito bem<br />mas sei falar de amor</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">do que a alma mantém</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">em meu olhar amador</span></em><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><em><strong>*</strong></em> </span><span style="color:#663333;">imagem do google- sem informação de autoria</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8658917569777729811?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-90608845678674711862010-07-01T18:27:00.000-07:002010-07-01T18:39:23.569-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TC1DN8EdS4I/AAAAAAAAB9g/kkWr5NdCBxk/s1600/desenho+de+trem.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489117427576687490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TC1DN8EdS4I/AAAAAAAAB9g/kkWr5NdCBxk/s320/desenho+de+trem.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TC1A0rs8vvI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Q4HrDEjYOB8/s1600/desenho+de+trem.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Que pressa o menino tem</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">de chegar ao fim do mundo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Da janela do trem</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">avista o horizonte ao fundo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">imagens passam num segundo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">corre ao redor rio profundo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Da janela do trem</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">a vida vai e vem</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">nos trilhos desse mundo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong></em></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-9060884567867471186?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-44425775243603637272010-06-23T18:26:00.001-07:002010-06-23T18:32:16.674-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TCK1aMxODSI/AAAAAAAAB7U/lWaSrKmuXtQ/s1600/pipa+valdomiro+neto.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486146757799578914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TCK1aMxODSI/AAAAAAAAB7U/lWaSrKmuXtQ/s320/pipa+valdomiro+neto.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TCK0Y7q9sUI/AAAAAAAAB7M/-vx6OwkfQRg/s1600/pipa+valdomiro+neto.jpg"></a><span style="color:#330033;"><strong><em>desenho :</em></strong></span> <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Valdomiro Neto<br /></strong></em></span><br /><div></div><br /><div>papagaio sobe sobe</div><br /><div>corta o ar no azul do céu</div><br /><div>papagaio é bem esnobe</div><br /><div>dança empinado ao léu</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>papagaio também fala</div><br /><div>repete tudo o que ouve</div><br /><div>papagaio só se cala</div><br /><div>se mastiga folha de couve</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4442577524360363727?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-57923422701169526802010-06-19T12:21:00.001-07:002010-06-23T16:10:49.692-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TB0awm6xLHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/9J7ANs94ubc/s1600/universo.png"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484569343590214770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TB0awm6xLHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/9J7ANs94ubc/s320/universo.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TB0ZAWAdeAI/AAAAAAAAB6k/1v2pfHQdk3M/s1600/universo.png"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>estrela peralta</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>engoliu um planeta</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>teve indigestão</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>ficou meio zureta</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>vagou sozinha na escuridão</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>meteoro gigante</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>colidiu com um cometa</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>achou que era forte o bastante</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>ficou zonzo e perneta</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>em pedaços se fez num instante</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>nebulosa cansou de vagar</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>queria uma casa para morar</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>encontrou o solo da lua</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>dele fez sua própria rua</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>caiu do céu azulado</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>uma estrela cadente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>pousou bem ao meu lado</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>e sorriu contente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Úrsula Avner</em></strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>* <span style="color:#990000;">imagem do google</span></div><br /><div>*<span style="color:#006600;"> Agradeço o carinho de sua visita e comentário ! Afetuoso abraço !</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-5792342270116952680?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-9867532141459940592010-06-13T12:54:00.000-07:002010-06-13T13:01:25.343-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TBU34eczinI/AAAAAAAAB5E/S3q1Iyqjsxs/s1600/arte+Juareis+Mendes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482349564779530866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TBU34eczinI/AAAAAAAAB5E/S3q1Iyqjsxs/s320/arte+Juareis+Mendes.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><strong> arte</strong></span> : <em><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Juareis Mendes</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330000;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Perdida bola que rola</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>sem parar pelo campo</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>na sola dos pés se enrosca</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>procura e não acha descanso </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Meninos suados de tanto jogar</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>passam a bola de lá para cá</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>coitada da redondinha</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>de tanto girar fica tontinha</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">Úrsula Avner<br /></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-986753214145994059?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-46040224165333715982010-06-10T16:52:00.000-07:002010-06-10T17:06:35.865-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TBF7Mgtsh0I/AAAAAAAAB4U/cKELPWRzlIw/s1600/boneca.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481297676356847426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TBF7Mgtsh0I/AAAAAAAAB4U/cKELPWRzlIw/s320/boneca.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Mariazinha coitadinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">não queria crescer a pobrezinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">andava sempre tristinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">era tão envergonhada a menininha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mariazinha tinha medo do mundo adulto</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mariazinha tinha medo de tudo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mariazinha escutava gritos á noite</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">que cortavam o silêncio como açoite</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mamãe e papai brigavam demais</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">e Mariazinha só chorava</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">cada dia mais e mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mariazinha a coitadinha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">não queria crescer</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ela nada queria saber</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mariazinha não podia entender</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">porque os adultos são difíceis de conviver</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">* Fonte da imagem- google<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4604022416533371598?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-90765221239193667772010-06-06T10:16:00.000-07:002010-06-06T10:48:02.787-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAvepl6gR7I/AAAAAAAAB3c/JHw7p7rDYnc/s1600/menina-bailarina.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479718177759840178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAvepl6gR7I/AAAAAAAAB3c/JHw7p7rDYnc/s320/menina-bailarina.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Linda Rina</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>doce menina</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>queria ser poetisa</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>e também bailarina</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Escreva Rina !</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Faça da vida uma rima</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Baila Rina !</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Que seja a dança sua sina</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-9076522123919366777?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-43454677290644260612010-06-03T14:12:00.000-07:002010-06-03T15:50:37.478-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAgebEVNogI/AAAAAAAAB20/gT4ZIPMvMFQ/s1600/menina+e+p%C3%A1ssaro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478662397064225282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAgebEVNogI/AAAAAAAAB20/gT4ZIPMvMFQ/s320/menina+e+p%C3%A1ssaro.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">passarinho pia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">vive a cantar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">á luz do dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">á luz do luar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">passarinho pousou</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">no beiral da janela</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">passarinho voou</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">teve medo de Estela</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Úrsula Avner</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4345467729064426061?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-11357801197130295232010-05-29T15:58:00.000-07:002010-05-29T16:11:51.687-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAGe0G0EubI/AAAAAAAAB2M/T-7M90WsZ5A/s1600/borboleta+folha+morta.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476833239878646194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAGe0G0EubI/AAAAAAAAB2M/T-7M90WsZ5A/s320/borboleta+folha+morta.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/TAGcZHfsZ-I/AAAAAAAAB2E/MEcbKd_z9AE/s1600/borboleta+folha+morta.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>lagarta cinzenta e rastejante</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>aponta a cabeça para fora do casulo</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>de repente, não mais que de repente</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>a lagarta abandona sua casa num só pulo</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>Surge uma tímida borboleta </strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>quer voar para bem distante</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>inveja o grilo saltitante</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>Aquela mocinha espuleta</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>deixou de ser cinzenta e rastejante</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>agora tem asas coloridas e cintilantes</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>No chão do jardim não mais irá caminhar</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>suas asas lhe permitirão voar</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>e de flor em flor irá pousar</strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Queridos (as) amigos (as) e visitantes, peço desculpas pela demora nas postagens mas meu tempo tem sido escasso ultimamente. Um abraço afetuoso</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">a todos e obrigada pelo carinho de sempre.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1135780119713029523?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-81299080006427594162010-05-22T17:13:00.000-07:002010-05-24T15:37:32.122-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S_h0EybIQGI/AAAAAAAAB1E/0QLUxrS_iJY/s1600/menina+e+borboletas+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474252972672696418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S_h0EybIQGI/AAAAAAAAB1E/0QLUxrS_iJY/s320/menina+e+borboletas+2.jpg" /></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> de quando em quando</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">uma fada aparece nos meus sonhos</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">voando voando</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">ao lado de outros seres risonhos<br /></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">borboleta pousou na minha janela</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">abriu as asas e sorriu</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">se transformou numa fita amarela</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">adornou meus cabelos e partiu</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Úrsula Avner</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8129908000642759416?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-65984589444693430192010-05-18T13:03:00.000-07:002010-05-18T14:16:59.714-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S_LywglkzoI/AAAAAAAAB0k/0591_UsvjW0/s1600/menina+e+flores+Mel+Gama.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472703412403752578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S_LywglkzoI/AAAAAAAAB0k/0591_UsvjW0/s320/menina+e+flores+Mel+Gama.jpg" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> arte</span></em> : <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Mel Gama</strong></em></span><br /><br /><em>Os cabelos de Dora<br />tem cheiro de aurora<br />flores do campo<br />menina-encanto<br /><br />As cores e o perfume da flora<br />desenham o mistério de Dora<br />onde o tempo é sempre agora<br />não adormece antes da hora<br /><br />gosto doce de amora<br />no paladar de Dora<br />revela sem demora<br />o que está dentro e não de fora<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6598458944469343019?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-86060183975839435582010-05-14T19:22:00.001-07:002010-05-14T19:31:54.067-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-4G87ZqtlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/qMRkOUYNYdA/s1600/Patricia_primavera.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471318241108997714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-4G87ZqtlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/qMRkOUYNYdA/s320/Patricia_primavera.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em> É primavera</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>flores multicores</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>saltam da terra</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>enchem a vida de cores</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>A prima Vera</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>exala seus amores</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>aqui e ali</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>em muitos odores</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">Úrsula Avner<br /></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8606018397583943558?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-86116340736911244842010-05-09T18:31:00.000-07:002010-05-09T18:38:10.371-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-djbzXs0cI/AAAAAAAABz0/c5tq1GNdT5g/s1600/sementes.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469449601761989058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-djbzXs0cI/AAAAAAAABz0/c5tq1GNdT5g/s320/sementes.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-diRixFLoI/AAAAAAAABzs/Y8W1f5cV5Zg/s1600/sementes.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>Na cidade da semente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>o coração de toda a gente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>bate tranquilo e contente</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>O que se planta se colhe</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>a terra de bom grado acolhe</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>o plantio que o povo recolhe</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Úrsula Avner</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663366;">* imagem do google- sem informação de autoria</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8611634073691124484?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-1185065047610566752010-05-04T15:49:00.000-07:002010-05-06T19:27:10.708-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-Ck3cUxbEI/AAAAAAAABzU/JepCC7YzUtE/s1600/formigas+1.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467551220030860354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S-Ck3cUxbEI/AAAAAAAABzU/JepCC7YzUtE/s320/formigas+1.gif" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>Hoje tem festa no formigueiro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>a rainha está feliz e enfeitada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>vem chegando o povo inteiro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>tem comida boa e balada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>Povo alegre e festeiro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>se prepara para a diversão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>a rainha sentada num brigadeiro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>recebe os convidados com animação</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>As formigas estão alvoroçadas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>o trabalho árduo pode esperar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>todas em euforia bem agitadas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>até o dia resolver despontar </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong>* imagem do google- sem informação de autoria<br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-118506504761056675?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-3973345834983748102010-04-29T17:37:00.000-07:002010-05-04T15:38:01.424-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S9on8MKv_YI/AAAAAAAABx8/VjMVZvnzI1o/s1600/tulipas+lindas.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465725012779466114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S9on8MKv_YI/AAAAAAAABx8/VjMVZvnzI1o/s320/tulipas+lindas.bmp" /></a> corre ligeiro o tempo<br />no caminho<br />brinca com o vento<br />que depois corre sozinho<br /><br />correm dias azuis e pardos<br />em campos floridos e orvalhados<br />dançam borboletas por todos os lados<br /><br />corre a vida em cada canto<br />cheia de surpresas e encanto<br />corre o pensamento em fino manto<br />transformado em luz ou espanto<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em><br /><br />* <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">imagem do google imagens-sem informação de autoria </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-397334583498374810?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-16496077731098770472010-04-21T16:14:00.000-07:002010-04-21T16:29:24.952-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8-IzpWpN2I/AAAAAAAABws/WantCdBJJGw/s1600/bem_te_vi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462735293879236450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8-IzpWpN2I/AAAAAAAABws/WantCdBJJGw/s320/bem_te_vi.jpg" /></a><br />Que encanto tem<br />o pássaro que canta<br />o sol que tão<br />cedo se levanta<br />as flores que bailam<br />ao vento musical<br />as roupas coloridas<br />que dançam no varal <br /><br /><br />Que encanto tem<br />me diz<br />a criança sorrindo<br />o coração de mãe<br />em amor se abrindo<br />qual flor em dia feliz<br /><br /><br />Tudo tem encanto e mistério<br />seu lado lúdico e sério<br />Tudo tem luz e sombra<br />o lado iluminado<br />e o lado que assombra<br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner </span></strong></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">* </span><span style="color:#660000;">imagem disponível no google imagens</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1649607773109877047?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-1328212585661693602010-04-18T08:39:00.000-07:002010-04-18T08:47:03.337-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8soQcVqJ0I/AAAAAAAABwU/CuEkjo5zNRk/s1600/cavalo+e+menina.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461503236066912066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8soQcVqJ0I/AAAAAAAABwU/CuEkjo5zNRk/s320/cavalo+e+menina.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />cavalo relincha<br />ao pé da colina<br />trota ao sol quente<br />será essa sua sina ?<br /><br />balança ao vento forte<br />imponente e brilhosa crina<br />cavalo trota e relincha<br />faz pose para a menina<br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">* imagem disponível no google</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-132821258566169360?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-23289330729096037562010-04-11T14:01:00.000-07:002010-04-22T17:41:08.579-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8I8W3inB5I/AAAAAAAABvk/44pu0PSKck0/s1600/as+nuvens+desenho.png"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458992061890365330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8I8W3inB5I/AAAAAAAABvk/44pu0PSKck0/s320/as+nuvens+desenho.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S8I4wO45wSI/AAAAAAAABvc/M4dWCszbgmc/s1600/as+nuvens+desenho.png"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Você já reparou</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>as nuvens no céu ?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>São alvas como na noiva</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>o vestido e o véu</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>As nuvens são filhas do tempo</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>movem-se ligeiras como o pensamento</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>ou devagar como as noites sem sono</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>as nuvens não tem dono</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Transformam-se a cada visão</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>às vezes são mimosos gatinhos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>flores ou bichos de verão</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>outras vezes são monstros gordinhos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>ou aves na amplidão</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>São coelhos sem dentes</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>rostos disformes</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>pequenas sementes</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>bolas enormes</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>as nuvens são</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>Formas que enxergo nelas então </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>em determinada hora</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>num minuto no céu estão</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em>no outro, já foram embora</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">* </span><span style="color:#660000;">imagem do google</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2328933072909603756?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-58025105620926899622010-04-08T15:47:00.001-07:002010-04-08T15:52:59.925-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S75dMpq6kPI/AAAAAAAABu8/WHxIrb16qBs/s1600/jardim+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457902270345285874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S75dMpq6kPI/AAAAAAAABu8/WHxIrb16qBs/s320/jardim+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>no aparente silêncio do jardim</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>vidas se movem em sonoridade sem fim</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>flores se abrem ao embalo da luz solar</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>borboletas ruflam as asas sem parar</strong></span></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-5802510562092689962?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-86614014884931646382010-04-01T14:25:00.000-07:002010-04-01T14:40:13.507-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S7UScipO8oI/AAAAAAAABtc/sTytnB6yoic/s1600/lua+e+sol.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455286805174612610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S7UScipO8oI/AAAAAAAABtc/sTytnB6yoic/s320/lua+e+sol.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S7URFVka8TI/AAAAAAAABtU/PN9D4VD9Y-c/s1600/lua+e+sol.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Lua andou brava</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">entendeu de chicotear o dia</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">apareceu em céu claro</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">brilhar á noite não mais queria</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sol lhe deu</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">"um chega pra lá "</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">- <em>do dia cuido eu</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Bradou o astro rei</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">em tom de quem queria brigar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Lua então se escondeu</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">mudou de fase</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">não quer mais surtar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>Úrsula Avner</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8661401488493164638?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-75486986594917290922010-03-25T07:14:00.001-07:002010-03-25T17:54:21.940-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S6wFiTpjjEI/AAAAAAAABsc/ZbPoIpFtU-Q/s1600/m%C3%A3os"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452739335787088962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S6wFiTpjjEI/AAAAAAAABsc/ZbPoIpFtU-Q/s320/m%C3%A3os" /></a><br /><div>A mesma mão<br />que amassa o pão<br />é a mão que<br />debulha o grão<br />do trigo, do arroz, do feijão<br /><br />A mesma mão<br />que varre o chão<br />é a mão que<br />toca o violão<br />que ensina a lição<br /><br />A mesma mão<br />que espreme o limão<br />é a mão que<br />escreve uma canção<br /><br />A mesma mão<br />que faz o sabão<br />é a mão que labuta<br />em vão<br />ou não<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Úrsula Avner</em></span></strong><br /><br />*<span style="color:#990000;"> imagem do google</span></div><div><br />* <span style="color:#006600;">Obrigada a todos que me visitam e deixam aqui o registro de seu carinho ! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">* </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">poema com registro de autoria</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7548698659491729092?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-76329368665252515882010-03-19T16:50:00.000-07:002010-03-19T17:21:22.319-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S6QTpOTqmLI/AAAAAAAABrs/7WTF5Xe-OxI/s1600-h/colibri+e+flor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450503047961286834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S6QTpOTqmLI/AAAAAAAABrs/7WTF5Xe-OxI/s320/colibri+e+flor.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">no céu de esplêndido anil</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">sol brilha sorridente</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">é a estação primaveril</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">que chega ao jardim imponente</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">uma mosca azul sobrevoa</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">entre as flores coloridas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">zune zune voa voa </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">quer pousar nas margaridas</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">colibri muito ciumento</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">chega logo ao belo jardim</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">não perde muito tempo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">pede as flores em casamento</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">e ganha logo um grande SIM ! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993300;"><em>* imagem do google </em></span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7632936866525251588?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-40079243108840094402010-03-11T12:44:00.000-08:002010-03-11T13:00:55.494-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S5lZulfmlGI/AAAAAAAABpw/ezNNTXhHB7U/s1600-h/menina+-+arte+de+Mel+Gama.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447483881154843746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S5lZulfmlGI/AAAAAAAABpw/ezNNTXhHB7U/s320/menina+-+arte+de+Mel+Gama.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S5lY3D18xNI/AAAAAAAABpo/bn41p6zLN_0/s1600-h/menina+e+liberdade.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Menina embala sonhos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>no jardim secreto da alma</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>corre o tempo sem demora</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>na menina a vida é calma</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Vem a chuva vem o vento</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>menina ainda sonha</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>cai a noite em ritmo lento</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>menina ainda se assanha</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">imagem : Mel Gama</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4007924310884009440?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-817003165665814342010-03-05T12:42:00.000-08:002010-03-05T13:02:06.335-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S5Fs_iAml_I/AAAAAAAABoI/6QtRqU9OH9M/s1600-h/formiga"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445253263184533490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S5Fs_iAml_I/AAAAAAAABoI/6QtRqU9OH9M/s320/formiga" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>A formiguinha Nina caminhava tranquila</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>carregava uma folha de árvore verdinha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>passo a passo seguia sua trilha<br />andava andava até ficar cansadinha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Por um instante repousou a folha no chão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>deu uma boa espriguiçada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>esticou os pés ... fez serão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>a formiguinha estava mesmo cansada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>eis que de longe Nina avistou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>um enorme graveto e logo pensou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>"Será que consigo carregar aquele espeto ? "</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Do graveto Nina se aproximou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>e ao chegar bem pertinho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>nele Nina tocou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>o graveto assustado se mexeu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>" Ai ai formiguinha, o que queres de mim ? "</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Nina assustou-se e logo entendeu</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>que o que parecia um graveto era um louva-deus</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Nina pediu desculpa ao novo amiguinho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>e com a folha verdinha nas costas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>seguiu seu longo caminho </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><strong><span style="color:#660000;">* poema/prosa com registro de autoria</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#660000;">* imagem do google</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-81700316566581434?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-30924493669620400342010-02-26T12:59:00.000-08:002010-02-26T13:06:49.497-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S4g2gxJWagI/AAAAAAAABnY/q7dO4Vbmioc/s1600-h/menina+e+chuva.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442660086253513218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S4g2gxJWagI/AAAAAAAABnY/q7dO4Vbmioc/s320/menina+e+chuva.jpg" /></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">chove chove</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">lá fora</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">chove forte</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">sem parar</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">na mesa de lanche</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">esfria o chá</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">cheiro de terra molhada</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">choro de nuvem</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">deixa a rua encharcada</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">alguém grita:</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">-Corre , vem !</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Chove no coração da terra</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">chove na alma de alguém</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></em><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">* imagem do google<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3092449366962040034?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-28511228012996254492010-02-16T13:40:00.001-08:002010-02-16T13:47:17.197-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S3sQ7GwPO7I/AAAAAAAABmY/BLYUelYgmZU/s1600-h/cotidiano.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438959582591269810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S3sQ7GwPO7I/AAAAAAAABmY/BLYUelYgmZU/s320/cotidiano.jpg" /></a> hoje é sexta-feira<br />dia de feira<br />tem banana , mamão<br />laranja e abacate<br />chuchu, feijão<br />farinha e tomate<br /><br />tem preço bom<br />tem qualidade<br />na feira tem<br />gente nova<br />e de mais idade<br /><br />tem boa conversa e alegria<br />tem de tudo meu senhor<br />tem de tudo minha senhora<br />tem vida durante todo o dia<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner<br /></span></em></strong><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#333300;"><strong>*</strong>imagem do google</span></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">* poema com autoria registrada</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2851122801299625449?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-91005946888692618132010-02-13T10:05:00.000-08:002010-02-13T10:11:42.768-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S3bqEBoq3aI/AAAAAAAABlQ/ONJiS57QuU4/s1600-h/c%C3%A9u+estrelado.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437790954975845794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S3bqEBoq3aI/AAAAAAAABlQ/ONJiS57QuU4/s320/c%C3%A9u+estrelado.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>No céu de azul anil</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>estrelas cantam em consenso</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>formam um coro reluzente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>que a mim deixa contente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>Mamãe conta uma estória</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>é hora de dormir e sonhar<br />com as estrelas em sua glória</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong>doce e suave canção de ninar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">* poema com registro de autoria</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">* imagem do google- sem informação de autoria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-9100594688869261813?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-23294830921996958062010-02-05T17:18:00.000-08:002010-02-13T10:04:47.652-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S2zF0Ym7hoI/AAAAAAAABkw/Fz2vf9cSUkM/s1600-h/vov%C3%B4+boneco.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434936354078951042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S2zF0Ym7hoI/AAAAAAAABkw/Fz2vf9cSUkM/s320/vov%C3%B4+boneco.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S2zDwX2CwGI/AAAAAAAABko/K6gpGshB8O4/s1600-h/vov%C3%B4+boneco.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>as sobrancelhas do vovô</div><br /><div>parecem duas taturanas</div><br /><div>que me observam caladas</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>se erguem pra lá</div><br /><div>se movem pra cá</div><br /><div>abaixam e levantam</div><br /><div>fazem ginástica</div><br /><div>dormem e roncam</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>as sobrancelhas do vovô</div><br /><div>negras como o quarto escuro</div><br /><div>são duas asas de gavião</div><br /><div>que me espiam sobre o muro</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner </span></strong></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">* imagem disponível no google- embora se pareça com o presidente Lula, a intenção aqui é apenas ilustrar o poema.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Olá amigos (as), estou de volta, embora já bastante atarefada ! Senti saudades ! Aos poucos pretendo visitar todos vocês que me honram com sua visita e comentários. Um abraço afetuoso </strong></span><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>a todos.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2329483092199695806?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-60291483971730187452010-01-08T15:58:00.001-08:002010-01-08T16:38:54.180-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S0fGyqugRrI/AAAAAAAABi4/KrkJI-an78c/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424522849956153010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S0fGyqugRrI/AAAAAAAABi4/KrkJI-an78c/s320/amizade.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Queridos amigos e amigas da blogosfera ( grandinhos e pequeninos), </div><div></div><div>estarei ausente por duas semanas por motivo de viagem de férias</div><div></div><div>Sentirei saudades... Espero que em qualquer tempo nossa amizade</div><div></div><div>continue florescendo... Até a volta. </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6029148397173018745?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-25490447560066845542010-01-06T14:37:00.000-08:002010-01-08T15:57:04.224-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S0UUd9aC_rI/AAAAAAAABig/zNz8GJNHOqI/s1600-h/menina+no+jardim.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423763831170203314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/S0UUd9aC_rI/AAAAAAAABig/zNz8GJNHOqI/s320/menina+no+jardim.jpg" /></a> Num dia festivo de muito sol, uma visitante misteriosa chegou ao jardim dos segredos. Ela era enorme, com pernas e braços longos ; olhos bem vivos e negros. Os cabelos cor de ouro brilhavam como a luz do astro rei sobre os montes. A boca era rubra feito fim de tarde no horizonte.<br /><br />Todos os habitantes do jardim silenciaram e com muito medo, alguns se encolheram, outros se esconderam. Algumas flores, coitadas, murcharam. Quem seria afinal aquela criatura que pela primeira vez entrara no jardim ?<br />De pés descalços, a visitante pisou aquela terra úmida e fofa . Aproximou-se do canteiro de flores e curvou-se para sentir o cheiro delicado de Rúbia, uma das rosas vermelhas que ali vivia.<br /><br />Ao perceber o gesto amável da visitante, Rúbia balançou levemente suas pétalas brilhantes, exalando ainda mais seu doce perfume, para a alegria daquela afável criatura , por alguns instantes.<br /><br />De repente, ouviu-se uma voz vinda de longe :<br /><br />- Júlia, vem almoçar ! Já está quase na hora de ir para a escola !<br /><br />A visitante se ergueu depressa, despediu-se da rosa Rúbia com um leve beijo , um sorriso no olhar e com grande alegria sussurou :<br /><br />- Amanhã eu vou voltar !<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Úrsula Avner<br /></strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2549044756006684554?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-89963764836381109592009-12-31T13:00:00.001-08:002009-12-31T13:02:52.096-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sz0RD5-WqfI/AAAAAAAABiI/nE8vdHeeCyQ/s1600-h/mensagem+de+ano+novo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421508285223578098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sz0RD5-WqfI/AAAAAAAABiI/nE8vdHeeCyQ/s320/mensagem+de+ano+novo.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;">Desejo a todos os amigos (as) e visitantes do blog, sejam pequeninos ou grandinhos, um ano novo </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;">repleto de realizações ! Bj a todos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8996376483638110959?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-79870594145811379802009-12-26T14:07:00.000-08:002009-12-26T14:14:34.044-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SzaJR5jVrQI/AAAAAAAABhQ/72xwn599EHQ/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419670142186794242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SzaJR5jVrQI/AAAAAAAABhQ/72xwn599EHQ/s320/relogio.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>as horas vagam</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>no túnel do tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>tic-tac tac- tic</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>é o som do relógio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>nas horas vagas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>menino</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>joga peteca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>menina </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>brinca de boneca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>depois da diversão</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>snif snif ronc ronc</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>é o som do silêncio</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><strong>no tom do diapasão</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span></strong></em><br /><span style="color:#660000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7987059414581137980?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-8256053406575307402009-12-24T13:35:00.001-08:002009-12-24T13:42:03.580-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Queridos (as) visitantes, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Estou tendo alguns problemas técnicos para realizar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>postagens no blog. Não tenho previsão de quando </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>conseguirei resolver o problema. Espero retornar em breve.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>Um abraço afetuoso a todos e meus votos de felicidades nestes </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong>dias de fim de ano e a cada dia do ano vindouro.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-825605340657530740?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-43767738884058007182009-12-16T15:30:00.000-08:002009-12-16T15:59:17.683-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SylxNoFf7WI/AAAAAAAABgg/o1SKMVMhm4Y/s1600-h/menino-correndo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415984505802452322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SylxNoFf7WI/AAAAAAAABgg/o1SKMVMhm4Y/s320/menino-correndo.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"> menino correu ligeiro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">pés de vento</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">rolou no túnel do tempo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">ontem era príncipe</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">hoje plebeu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">amanhã será</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">médico professor ou poeta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">contanto que não seja ateu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Meu pai do céu, isso não !</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Será pai de outro menino</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">será cantor ou artista</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">quem sabe será</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">engenheiro ou pugilista ?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hoje, brinca feliz e arteiro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">amanhã, virá o sal do limoeiro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><em>Úrsula Avner </em></span></strong><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"><em><span style="color:#993300;">* imagem do google sem informação de autoria</span></p><br /><br /></em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4376773888405800718?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-80227328286371786682009-12-11T14:38:00.000-08:002009-12-11T15:01:57.671-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SyLPJcyV7-I/AAAAAAAABe4/NzJKdI5HuSY/s1600-h/menina+lua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414117463305875426" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SyLPJcyV7-I/AAAAAAAABe4/NzJKdI5HuSY/s320/menina+lua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>menina sonhou</div><br /><div>que morava na lua</div><br /><div>coberta de luz ficou</div><br /><div>era alva a face sua</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>estrelas despencavam</div><br /><div>nas mãos da menina</div><br /><div>purpurinas brilhavam</div><br /><div>azul, amarelo, bonina</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>cores mil se entrelaçavam</div><br /><div>naquele sonho colorido</div><br /><div>cores mil adornavam</div><br /><div>seu delicado vestido</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>* imagem disponível no google</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-8022732828637178668?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-65545616774369658062009-12-05T10:11:00.000-08:002009-12-05T10:51:52.975-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sxqise5jkJI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ehPje-LzUmU/s1600-h/casa+da+fazenda-do-vovo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816787331485842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sxqise5jkJI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ehPje-LzUmU/s320/casa+da+fazenda-do-vovo.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>oveu </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">na <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ácara do vovo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>uva fina molhou</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">o pé de rosa <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>á</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">céu <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>orou <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>orou</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">na horta nasceu</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">batata e <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>u<span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>u</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">no xaxim da vovó</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">cresce alegre a samambaia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">vento revolve no <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ão o pó</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">levanta da vovó a saia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">o pé do pato é <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ato</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">tem <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>eiro de <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ulé</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">o <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>icote do peão é bravo<br />corta o lombo do cavalo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">a cobra escondida no atalho </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">é esperta e tem <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ocalho</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">barulho na mata faz medo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">assusta o cão Alfredo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">na bonita <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ávena</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">o <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>á de rosas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">esfria</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">sono <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ega</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">é hora da fantasia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>eiro de ventre maresia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">mamãe depressa <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ama</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">é hora de ir para a cama</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">galinha <span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>ch</strong></span>ocadeira</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">correu para o puleiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">se ajeitou como pôde</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">dorme sem travesseiro</span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em><br /><br />*<span style="color:#cc0000;"> poema com registro de autoria</span><br /><br />* <span style="color:#990000;">imagem do google</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6554561677436965806?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-58696701239025003332009-11-30T15:44:00.000-08:002009-12-01T17:17:41.676-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SxRZQCdBjbI/AAAAAAAABdk/VCnhZBnq4UM/s1600/a+menina+e+o+p%C3%A1ssaro.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410047184450194866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SxRZQCdBjbI/AAAAAAAABdk/VCnhZBnq4UM/s320/a+menina+e+o+p%C3%A1ssaro.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">passa vento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">passatempo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">chuva tórrida passa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">deixa lamento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">ferro quente passa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">o terno de linho</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">menina esperta passa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">a mão no (passa)rinho</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">o amor não passa sozinho</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">passa a banda</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">na avenida</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">ligeiro passa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">o tempo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">aposta corrida</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">com o vento</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">* imagem do google</span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-5869670123902500333?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-38388039010933660482009-11-24T04:04:00.000-08:002009-11-26T17:12:26.616-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SwvPQCrADPI/AAAAAAAABck/cxn7YrdHhuc/s1600/folha+perdida.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407643652090498290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SwvPQCrADPI/AAAAAAAABck/cxn7YrdHhuc/s320/folha+perdida.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SwvNpKlNQzI/AAAAAAAABcc/UWdZK4GRW1s/s1600/folha+perdida.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>folha triste</div><br /><div>sombria</div><br /><div>desgarrada </div><div> </div><div>da árvore</div><br /><div>vaga pelas ruas</div><br /><div>agarrada </div><div> </div><div>ao poste </div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>chorou</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>folha triste</div><br /><div>fria</div><br /><div>achou que sabia</div><br /><div>viver fora da árvore</div><br /><div>solitária e aflita</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>ficou</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>sozinha</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>a perambular</div><br /><div>vem o sol</div><br /><div>vem a chuva</div><br /><div>e a folha</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>a vagar</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>pobre folha</div><br /><div>longe de casa está</div><br /><div>as ruas são seu destino</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>pobre folha</div><br /><div>sozinha ficará</div><br /><div>talvez encontre abrigo</div><br /><div>sob os pés descalços do menino</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3838803901093366048?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-33248009315120886932009-11-19T18:42:00.000-08:002009-11-19T18:53:58.660-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SwYC0mtWKoI/AAAAAAAABbs/u3PxBmZ8qzI/s1600/jardim+dos+segredos.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406011505472055938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SwYC0mtWKoI/AAAAAAAABbs/u3PxBmZ8qzI/s320/jardim+dos+segredos.gif" /></a><span style="color:#993399;"> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Naquele bonito jardim</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">tudo era flor</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">rosa</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">lírio</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">jasmim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">borboletas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">alvoroçadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">bailavam</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">colorida e alegre</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">mandala</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">formavam</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">Naquele bonito jardim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">cores intensas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">azul</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">violeta</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">carmim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">pássaros jorgeavam</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">um canto angelical</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">brisa suave entornava</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">seu odor matinal</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">Aquele bonito jardim</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">ficou na lembrança</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">num tempo longínquo</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">no coração da criança</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3324800931512088693?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-8180005736065720192009-11-11T15:29:00.000-08:002009-11-11T17:22:18.619-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SvtXqngUpEI/AAAAAAAABac/f3MaHbjvyx4/s1600-h/menina+na+janela+3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403008567631717442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SvtXqngUpEI/AAAAAAAABac/f3MaHbjvyx4/s320/menina+na+janela+3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />sol despontou<br />no horizonte<br />abriu os braços<br />contente<br />girassol ficou<br />sorridente<br /><br />Marisol acordou<br />abriu a janela<br />queria ver<br />uma estrela<br />cadente<br /><br />não era noite<br />era dia<br />a menina<br />tão somente<br />queria<br />ver a estrela que cai<br /><br />a mãe então sorriu -<br />dia vem noite vai<br />estrela do dia<br />estrela da noite<br /><br />Marisol logo entendeu<br />que o sol é uma estrela<br />grande quente bela<br />somente não compreendeu<br />porque o sol não cai<br />na sua janela<br /><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">* imagem do google</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-818000573606572019?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-30834991184543644052009-11-05T03:30:00.000-08:002009-11-05T03:51:01.345-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SvK6zomZ4CI/AAAAAAAABXc/yHnqV83ILcQ/s1600-h/feira.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400584299405238306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SvK6zomZ4CI/AAAAAAAABXc/yHnqV83ILcQ/s320/feira.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SvK4jEVNULI/AAAAAAAABXU/aZwAYJC2-Hk/s1600-h/feira.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>quem quer comprar</div><br /><div>quem quer comprar</div><br /><div>frutas fresquinhas</div><br /><div>vindas do pomar</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>senhor Francisco</div><br /><div>dona Maria</div><br /><div>venham olhar</div><br /><div>também tem sardinhas</div><br /><div>tem truta vinda do mar</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>quem quer comprar</div><br /><div>quem quer comprar</div><br /><div>sonho, cocada e brigadeiro</div><br /><div>doces para se lambuzar</div><br /><div>olha o pé-de-moleque arteiro</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>venha compadre</div><br /><div>venha comadre</div><br /><div>aqui tem farinha torrada</div><br /><div>queijo mineiro e goiabada</div><br /><div>ora tem de tudo</div><br /><div>ora não tem nada</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc6600;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>* <strong><span style="color:#660000;">poema com registro de autoria</span></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>* imagem do google- sem informação de autoria</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3083499118454364405?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-35379942306965348982009-10-31T06:23:00.000-07:002009-10-31T13:20:37.029-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Suw6mCmo8sI/AAAAAAAABV8/mSJz9qf2Ebc/s1600-h/minhocas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398754478518760130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Suw6mCmo8sI/AAAAAAAABV8/mSJz9qf2Ebc/s320/minhocas.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Lá vai a minhoca Carlota</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>em busca de alimento</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>se contorce até ficar tonta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>perfura a terra do jardim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>somente pó encontra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>sua prima Lolita</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>de barriga bem cheia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>descansa sobre um graveto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>de longe uma aranha sabida </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>tece sua teia </strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>em traçado perfeito</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">-<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Olá Carlota ! </span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Olá Lolita !<br />- Como você engordou ! Carlota exclamou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Estou bem alimentada - Lolita retrucou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Onde está a terra do jardim ? Carlota indagou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Está na minha barriga - Lolita bradou</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Você comeu a terra e quase nenhuma sobrou ? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Lolita envergonhada</span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">nada mais falou</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Carlota cavou </strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>um túnel no resto de terra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>e nele se embrenhou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Lolita deitada </strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>de barriga cheia cochilou</strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>a esperta aranha em sua teia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>a minhoca gulosa capturou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Lolita de tanto comer achou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>que fizera uma façanha</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>mas a pobre minhoca acabou</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>virando comida de aranha </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>Úrsula Avner</em></strong><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>* poema com registro de autoria</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>* imagem do Google- sem informação de autoria</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-3537994230696534898?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-68179208576964213142009-10-28T14:45:00.000-07:002009-10-28T15:05:47.540-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sui-3oiA2jI/AAAAAAAABU8/wpprJCuzWT4/s1600-h/aranha+capturando+inseto"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397774016385702450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sui-3oiA2jI/AAAAAAAABU8/wpprJCuzWT4/s320/aranha+capturando+inseto" /></a><br /><div>Aranha<br />escala a parede<br />arranha o teto<br />tece sua teia<br /><br />É tiro certo<br />quando cai<br />em sua casa<br />um inseto<br /><br />A aranha<br />engole o coitado<br />do bichinho azarado<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span></em></strong><br />* imagem do Google- sem informação de autoria</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6817920857696421314?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-17653013838417727002009-10-24T08:47:00.000-07:002009-10-24T11:49:20.757-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SuMkcm_mnDI/AAAAAAAABTk/nBQe1j_Twx4/s1600-h/menino+patriciaeducadora.blogspot.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396196852442242098" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SuMkcm_mnDI/AAAAAAAABTk/nBQe1j_Twx4/s320/menino+patriciaeducadora.blogspot.com" border="0" /></a> Imagem do blog patriciaeducadora.blogspot.com<br /><br /><br />Gira a roda<br />gira o mundo<br />os ponteiros do relógio<br />giram num segundo<br /><br />Na barriga<br />do menino<br />a comida<br />revira<br />enrosca<br />faz barulho<br />lá no fundo<br /><br />Rola a bola<br />gira a mola<br />roda a saia<br />da menina<br /><br />repousa abelha<br />na corola<br />da flor<br /><br />voa centelha<br />na ventarola<br />do vovô<br /><br />redondo é o farol<br />ilumina o mar<br />como o sol<br /><br />redonda é a lua<br />abraça o mar<br />e no espaço flutua<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong><em>Úrsula Avner</em></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >* poema com registro de autoria </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" ></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1765301383841772700?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-53298488947773305042009-10-21T16:17:00.000-07:002009-10-21T16:36:29.248-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/St-aUPbJ4zI/AAAAAAAABS0/fpyUDevZvv8/s1600-h/peixe+na+rede"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395200551141630770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/St-aUPbJ4zI/AAAAAAAABS0/fpyUDevZvv8/s320/peixe+na+rede" /></a> <div></div><div><br /></div><div>Eu vi</div><div><br /></div><div>uma lagartixa na parede</div><div><br /></div><div>subiu subiu</div><div><br /></div><div>uma mosca ela engoliu</div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Eu vi </div><div><br /></div><div>um peixe na rede</div><div><br /></div><div>pulou pulou</div><div><br /></div><div>pela liberdade chorou</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#663300;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-5329848894777330504?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-64145393267205853892009-10-14T19:21:00.000-07:002009-10-21T16:38:25.102-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/StaLN9ebYJI/AAAAAAAABQ0/QwFFk-hMNtg/s1600-h/sabi%C3%A1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392650675779494034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/StaLN9ebYJI/AAAAAAAABQ0/QwFFk-hMNtg/s320/sabi%C3%A1.png" /></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">O sabiá</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">sabia</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">cantar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Gorjeava</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">com alegria</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">o sabiá</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Quem ensinou</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">passarinho</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">a cantar ?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div>gorjeava</div><br /><div>gorjeava</div><br /><div>sem parar</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>De repente</div><br /><div>passarinho</div><br /><div>em queda</div><br /><div>ver</div><br /><div>ti</div><br /><div>gi</div><br /><div>no</div><br /><div>sa</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>fez do céu </div><br /><div>sua morada</div><br /><div>engenhosa</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>gorjea com anjos</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993300;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fonte da imagem : Google- sem informação de autoria</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6414539326720585389?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-43095295909723478362009-10-10T13:43:00.000-07:002009-10-21T16:40:00.940-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/StDz_ETzXMI/AAAAAAAABP8/e1aKHRzPqTs/s1600-h/formiga-trabalhando1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391077018776591554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/StDz_ETzXMI/AAAAAAAABP8/e1aKHRzPqTs/s320/formiga-trabalhando1.jpg" /></a> <span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>A formiga sob o sol caminhava</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>uma folha verde carregava</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>em sua dura jornada bradava :</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>- estou cansada</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>- estou cansada</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>- estou cansada</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>O sol que no céu brilhava</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>e de tão velho bocejava</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>riu-se da formiga cansada</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>debochado então cantarolava :</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>-não seja apressada</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>-não seja apressada</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong>-não seja apressada </strong></span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"><strong>imagem do Google sem informação de autoria</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4309529590972347836?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-12304303945374257832009-10-07T18:27:00.000-07:002009-10-21T16:41:30.330-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Ss1CLbPkUQI/AAAAAAAABPM/CTYC5AWpZKY/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7as+brincando+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390037093091397890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Ss1CLbPkUQI/AAAAAAAABPM/CTYC5AWpZKY/s320/crian%C3%A7as+brincando+3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>De quem é a lua </div><br /><div>solta no ar ?</div><br /><div>Menina quer saber</div><br /><div>não para de perguntar</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>De quem é o sol</div><br /><div>que se estende no horizonte ?</div><br /><div>Menino quer entender</div><br /><div>não para de indagar</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Menina perguntadeira</div><br /><div>menino curioso</div><br /><div>é assim que se aprende</div><br /><div>com perguntas e esforço</div><br /><div>ao longo da vida inteira </div><div></div><div></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">* poema com registro de autoria</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1230430394537425783?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-78184073867267821252009-10-02T16:44:00.000-07:002009-10-02T17:12:14.179-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SsaUBaOjs-I/AAAAAAAABOI/0hiJT4g3d4k/s1600-h/livro+de+drummond.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388156756136539106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SsaUBaOjs-I/AAAAAAAABOI/0hiJT4g3d4k/s320/livro+de+drummond.jpg" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">menina vestiu<br />a roupa do avesso<br />mamãe bradou :<br />- voltemos ao começo<br /><br />cachorro miou<br />gato latiu<br />cobra voou<br />aranha zuniu<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">peixe andou<br />vaca sorriu<br />cavalo falou<br />formiga dormiu<br /><br />que esquisitice !<br />está tudo ao contrário<br />quanta maluquice !<br />coisas do imaginário<br /><br /></span><em><span style="color:#660000;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong><br /><br />* poema inspirado na obra de Carlos Drummond de Andrade-<br />" <em>O avesso das coisas</em> "<br />* a imagem postada tem função meramente ilustrativa; não pretende fazer propaganda do livro e nem da editora.<br /><br />Obrigada por sua presença ! Um abraço com gotinhas de poesia !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7818407386726782125?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-25338486312466902772009-09-30T18:13:00.000-07:002009-09-30T18:52:54.335-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SsQKjOdn8CI/AAAAAAAABNo/vLy7tEiY5XI/s1600-h/menino_correndo.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387442654536003618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SsQKjOdn8CI/AAAAAAAABNo/vLy7tEiY5XI/s320/menino_correndo.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SsQJS5Q1HdI/AAAAAAAABNg/NKyhd5asZs4/s1600-h/menino_correndo.gif"></a><br /><div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>pé de moleque</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>( um após outro)</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>saiu em desatino</strong></span></div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>correu ligeiro</strong></span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>e serelepe o menino</strong></span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>queria alcançar o céu</strong></span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>agarrar estrelas</strong></span></div></div><div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>no arranha-céu</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>correu o menino</strong></span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>feito tiro certeiro</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>pé de moleque</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>se é doce eu não sei</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>mas é arteiro</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>*<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong> poema com registro de autoria</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div>* <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">imagem do Google</span></strong> - <a href="http://bruxinhaalegre.blogspot.com/">bruxinhaalegre.blogspot.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-2533848631246690277?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-8184684341032861592009-09-26T18:41:00.000-07:002009-09-28T19:04:01.980-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sr7FcG85zFI/AAAAAAAABMo/lsgquwqsv0g/s1600-h/cores+vivas.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385959291074759762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sr7FcG85zFI/AAAAAAAABMo/lsgquwqsv0g/s320/cores+vivas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">verde</span> é a cor da floresta<br /></span></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" >onde a bicharada faz festa<br /></span><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">azul</span> </span>é a cor do mar<br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;color:#993300;" ><span style="color:#000000;">branca</span> é a nuvem a vagar<br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">prata </span></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:0;color:#000000;"> </span>é a cor do luar<br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">vermelha</span> é a rosa a esperar<br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;color:#993300;" >o cravo um beijo lhe dar<br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">amarelo</span> é o sol que brilha<br /></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#000000;">preto</span> é o céu que anoitece<br /></span></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">dourada</span> é a cor que cintila</span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" >colorido é o dia que amanhece</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Úrsula Avner</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-818468434103286159?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-92677033910781342009-09-22T19:08:00.000-07:002009-09-26T19:03:41.221-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SrmIJcgIRxI/AAAAAAAABLA/1F84hgHNNj4/s1600-h/aranha"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 285px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384484525349291794" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SrmIJcgIRxI/AAAAAAAABLA/1F84hgHNNj4/s320/aranha" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">aranha</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">arranha </span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">o móvel</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">faz manha</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">fica imóvel</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"></span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />aranha </span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">se assanha</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">corre </span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">pela casa</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">faz pirraça</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">cria asa</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">onde se meteu aquela aranha ?</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">debaixo da cama ou do tapete ?</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">bicho danado que não se acanha</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">tece sua teia , escala parede</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"></span></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />Úrsula Avner</span></strong></em></div></div><div></div><div><div></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><strong><br />* poema com registro de autoria</strong></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-9267703391078134?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-12619813282067450512009-09-18T05:24:00.000-07:002009-09-18T05:49:09.373-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SrOBH7ZoqfI/AAAAAAAABJY/4v7nnSuvcAQ/s1600-h/vaga-lumes+desenho.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382787952842156530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SrOBH7ZoqfI/AAAAAAAABJY/4v7nnSuvcAQ/s320/vaga-lumes+desenho.jpg" /></a> <div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>vaga-lume dança</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>entre as flores do jardim</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>vaga o vaga-lume</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>bem pertinho de mim</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>vaga-lume valsa</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>com outros pirilampos</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>o lume do vaga-lume</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"><strong>está em todos os cantos</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">do jardim</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">em mim</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><em><strong>Úrsula Avner</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>* poesia com registro de autoria</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>* imagem encontrada no Google- autoria não informada</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">visite também meu site - " A alma da poesia " <a href="http://www.ursulaavner.com/">http://www.ursulaavner.com/</a></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">e o blog " Sempre Poesia " <a href="http://ursulaavner.blogspot.com/">http://ursulaavner.blogspot.com/</a> </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Obrigada por sua visita ! </span></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1261981328206745051?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-10077677088734519992009-09-15T07:26:00.000-07:002009-09-15T07:33:13.945-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sq-lm7kC79I/AAAAAAAABJI/DtqdCSyk1Lg/s1600-h/menina%2Bchuva.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381702167973523410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sq-lm7kC79I/AAAAAAAABJI/DtqdCSyk1Lg/s320/menina%2Bchuva.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sq-kTqhbJ7I/AAAAAAAABJA/foVGehhxi9Y/s1600-h/menina%2Bchuva.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>chuva cai</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>gota a gota</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>ploct ploct</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>( canta a chuva )</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>menina faceira sai</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>toda toda</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>toc toc</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>( cantam os sapatos da menina)</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663333;"><strong><em>Úrsula Avner</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663333;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div>*<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong> poesia com registro de autoria</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>* imagem do Google- sem informação de autoria </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-1007767708873451999?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-69498349622467074172009-09-10T06:15:00.001-07:002009-09-10T06:27:12.872-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sqj-ePAF62I/AAAAAAAABHo/fcFnTc-gO2I/s1600-h/bailarina+menina.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379829550270507874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sqj-ePAF62I/AAAAAAAABHo/fcFnTc-gO2I/s320/bailarina+menina.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/Sqj8NVEwE9I/AAAAAAAABHg/sA14yQhjihE/s1600-h/bailarina+menina.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>A menina pequenina</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>ergue os pés</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>quer ser bailarina</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>rodopia a menina</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>do salão</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>até a esquina</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>fica tonta</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>a cabeça roda</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">no chão desmonta</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">finge de morta</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">( num minuto)</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">o corpo estica</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">feito cauda de pavão</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">colorida e alegre fica</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a menina dançando no salão</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>* poema com registro de autoria</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>* imagem retirada do Google- sem informação de autoria</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-6949834962246707417?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-42349471602430422382009-09-07T15:21:00.000-07:002009-09-08T07:06:27.779-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SqWHp20btTI/AAAAAAAABGw/GAzWmBC7B0Y/s1600-h/agua+desenhotosco.blogspot.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378854483123746098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SqWHp20btTI/AAAAAAAABGw/GAzWmBC7B0Y/s320/agua+desenhotosco.blogspot.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>Água , fonte preciosa de vida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>corre apressada </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>no leito dos rios</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>ou serena</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>nos oceanos frios</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>água doce ou salgada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>quente ou gelada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>nossa amiga encantada</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>mora dentro de nós</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>e no interior da terra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>em profundas moradas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>água , símbolo da vida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>menina tímida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>ás vezes escondida</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>mulher formosa</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>se lança nas montanhas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>atravessa o interior das grutas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>se aquece nas manhãs</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>se derrama nas manhas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>água namoradeira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>beija a terra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>num constante ir e vir</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>faz os frutos germinarem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"><strong>e o ciclo da vida prosseguir</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993300;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong><br /><br />* <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>poesia com registro de autoria</strong></span><br />* <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>imagem retirada de</strong></span> <a href="http://desenhotosco.blogspot.com/">http://desenhotosco.blogspot.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-4234947160243042238?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5714094882591512296.post-79661986069416183162009-09-03T17:03:00.000-07:002009-09-03T17:45:43.176-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SqBjDD_k_hI/AAAAAAAABFg/E_UNs16Ak9A/s1600-h/brincadeiras.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377406859343101458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ohf7aqBvOg/SqBjDD_k_hI/AAAAAAAABFg/E_UNs16Ak9A/s320/brincadeiras.jpg" /></a> <div><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">barco de papel</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">castelo de areia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">cavalo de pau</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">canção de sereia</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">boneca de pano</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">bolinha de gude</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">pião rodando</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">chiclete grude grude</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">brincadeira de roda</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;">álbum de figurinhas</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">desfile de moda</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">vídeo-game e casinha</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">coisas de criança </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">brincadeiras da infância</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">sonhos de pequeninos</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#993300;">coisas de meninas e meninos</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#663333;">Úrsula Avner</span></em></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>* imagem retirada do Google - sem informação de autoria</strong></span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5714094882591512296-7966198606941618316?l=poesiasinfantisdeursulaavner.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Úrsula Avnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11892244714175562475noreply@blogger.com6