~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIV~

July 23, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Soaring Feather]

~The Dragon Flies' Lair was first posted August 27, 2003 ~

~A place to write a few lines of poetry or prose.~

~ Links to all threads.~

The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread I
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread II
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread III
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread IV
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread V
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread VI
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread VII
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread VIII
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread IX
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread X
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XI
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XII The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread XIII

[Soaring Feather]

New Thread

[Soaring Feather]

Here we are again-my back yard.

[Soaring Feather]

~My Barry White~
Gone one year now.
Miss you Barry.
~click if you wish~

[Soaring Feather]

Okay, we have a new thread - now let's write some poetry.

[Soaring Feather]

Love Song

The songs of moonlight and love

are found in a forgotten season

I desire soft music and delicious anticipation

bentfeather

[SAMWolf]

YAY!!!!!!!!!

[SAMWolf]

What a voice! Thanks Feather.

[Darksheare]

The furniture is safe.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!! Yupper safe as can be. I like to post the back yard pic to help you find your way away around. :-)

[Darksheare]

Sometimes.. the furnioture can be dangerous.

[Soaring Feather]

:-)

Wanted to get it done now and not wait until you had loaded the day's music and poetry, Can't miss Breakfast in the Lair tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

Yours can be LOL!!

[Darksheare]

This is true.

[Soaring Feather]

~Ray Charles~I Can't Stop Loving You~

[Soaring Feather]

Good Saturday morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Sand Dunes



Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.

They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.

She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.

Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.

Robert Frost

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy Sam!! Lovely day today in the Empire State. The high is going to be 71F -WOO HOO. Not a usual July day.

Interesting Frost poem today, I like it. Good tunes today. When I am using my laptop I have no way to play the tunes, but that is not the case today. Love the Phil Collins song.

Good coffee today as usual.

[StarCMC]

Good morning Ms. FEather!! Woo-hoo!! A new thread!! :o)

[Soaring Feather]

Yupper just waiting for the White Knight to show. :-)

[snippy_about_it]

Yeah. New thread. I want to write but my brain is fried. LOL. We're busier than ever and it's hotter than ever. I still enjoy popping in though when I can.

[snippy_about_it]

Nice poem. Good music. I like the few songs I know of Paul Young, "Everytime you go away, you take a piece of me with you". Good line.

[StarCMC]

 

 

Look at me
I’m as helpless as a kitten
Up a tree
And I feel like
I’m Hanging from a cloud
I can’t understand
I get misty
Just holding your hand

Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
This magic I hear
I get misty
The moment you’re near

You could say that you’re leading me on
But it’s just what I want you to do
Can’t you see just how hopelessly I’m drawn
That’s why I’m following you

On my own
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I get misty
And too much in love

On my own
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat and my glove
I get misty
And too much in love

Look at me

 

[StarCMC]

Woo-hoo!! I'll check back to see your dancing later -- the other arrived and we are on our way out!!

:o)

[Soaring Feather]

Well, love to have you here when you can make it. I know about wanting to write, but the brain can't make it happen. That's a tough one.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh WOW Star!! Thanks so much for Misty and the gorgeous presentation. Just wonderful.

[snippy_about_it]

Very pretty, thanks.

[snippy_about_it]

Yep. There is some stuff in there trying to get out but it keeps mingling with all the other things I need to do and think about. It's a jumbled mess right now. LOL.

[Soaring Feather]

That happens to me, too. Especially when I have to do design work and a poem wants out. :-)

Like now. :-(

[snippy_about_it]

So how is the book coming? It's nearly 80 and not even 10:30 yet. I think I'll drink something cool and rest in front of the fan. Maybe something will come to me besides fried eggs on the blacktop.

[Darksheare]

Morning!

[Old Sarge]

You mean, you're waiting for lil' ol' ME?!?

Just let me get my gloves on...

[Soaring Feather]

Just got back for doing errands. You know dreaded grocery shopping, banking, bought a new battery for my cordless phone to the tune of $15.00-had to go to 3 places to find that. Sheeeesh. K-Mart where the phone was bought did not have batteries.

[Soaring Feather]

Hiya Sarge. Kinda pooped from errands, we will do a dance later on if you're around. Okay? Gorgeous day here-just perfect.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Darks. Hey, would you post your self portrait again? We should have it on each thread. Okay?

[Soaring Feather]

Oh sorry snippy, you asked about the book. Well, I am waiting for the galley proof to come. Other than that I have not heard. I would kind of like to compete again this year but don't think I will. I have another winner.

[Darksheare]

Willdo.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Darksheare, I love this portrait.

[Darksheare]

Welcome.
Admittedly, I sized it down.
The original scan spans 262 by 566 pixels.

[Old Sarge]

I'll be in and out until a little later, Milady. There's much to do before playtime.

So I must confine things to a few drive-by posts, until then.

[Soaring Feather]

My valiant knight
they furrowed brow
tells stories not spoken
but hangs heavy as your cloak
hanging from slumping shoulders
war worn, tired from bloody battle

of clashing blades, slashing swords,
yet holding forth a stalwart posture
of honor while bent from battle
on this night-come
my knight to maiden's chambers
tower high away from the clamor
to the midnight hour of magic moments

Lay thy bloodied beaten head
upon the softness of my bed
and lay in peace 'til the cock doth crow
then off to battle thou must go

White Knight honor to uphold
bravely striding before the fold
leading your company to victory
and bestow your world with fealty...

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Darksheare of the knighthood stands
a bent and broken man
his love has walked away from him
in the footstep hers alone
a single rose lay on the stone
A sadden Darksheare heavy of heart
with down cast eyes and broken heart
cloaked in his finery a single tear
falls near
Crested on his breastplate bold
this story of the Knights of Old
Darksheare from the Land of Rings
he doth do many things.

bentfeather

[Darksheare]

Thanks!
I'm going to have to beat the scanner into submission and scan the new drawings.

[Soaring Feather]

okay, go for it and post them please.:-)

[Darksheare]

It will be a bit.
But I'll get it done.

[Old Sarge]

So many more deeds to do,
so much more road to take,
how much longer must this road
lead me to your side, for your sake?

The armor is bulky, which saves my hide,
chafing and scraping my bones and my pride;
my livery soiled and torn with the trail,
moving from dust and dirt into trial.

My steed, my partner of wars beyond count,
a tired knight never had a wearier mount,
but he will bear me, without complaint,
all in silence and al lin restraint,

as I share my frugal meal with him,
bread and water, for vigor and vim
for the manor is just beyond the next rise,
when I see the stars of your eyes.

[Soaring Feather]

A moment of rest
along the way
the White Knight and steed
weary indeed
the castle road a long winding one.
Honor the quest for this lonely one
esteem, redemption for the dishonored one
The battle the quest,
her Ladyship the prize
the tired knight looks to her eyes.

Many battles to win
many dreams to dream many mountains to climb
much frolic and glee
with my lady by me
fair knight's honor outshine the stars
and rivers deep beyond comprehension
when dreams take flight into the night
the two are one -complete and right.

[Old Sarge]

The respite done,
a waning sun
must reach the gate before
the closing gun,

Purpose drives me,
twilight guides me
with lanterns along
the citadel's road.

The streets and lanes
are quiet, until
the hoofbeats stir
the folk from sills
and doorways to see,
my steed and me,
forelocks tugged in silent greet,
a gesture made, no less sweet,

Dusted, encrusted,
armor and bloodshed,
the gate is nigh,
to bath, to board,
to feast, to sigh,
to greet, and meet,
and see the stars from your tower
once again.

[Soaring Feather]

Alas, fair knight
the night is bright
and your Lady is burdened
with duties of court
sign this- read that
the Lord Mayor is fat
as a rat
Her Ladyship tires
the hour is late
the guards are asleep
guarding the gate
come gather me close
to thy breast
chambers are calling
sleep comes soon
a kiss on thy brow
a bow to the night
star light magic
plays now
we watch in repose
the close of the hour
in the Ivory Tower.

Good night sweet Knight.
Touch the Rose...