~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~

December 17,2003 | bentfeather

[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 on August 27, 2003. ~

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

Merry Christmas Everyone!

[Soaring Feather]

New Thread

[Soaring Feather]

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

[Darksheare]

'New thread!' The sign had said,
and into the door I was led
The furniture was draped in red
And danced about my pounding head
It chased me down when at last I fled
And now I lay under it, beaten but not dead.

[Soaring Feather]

Well I 'm so glad you arrived
all intact and without a whack!
We have done well in our efforts
to write our Prose and Poetry
in a Dragon Flies' Lair!

[Soaring Feather]

[Johnny Gage]

The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
the fire siren echoed blaring its sound.
The firefighters came running from far and from near,
and raced to the trucks quickly donning their gear.
And I in my bunkers my boots and my hat,
jumped to the engine to see where the fire's at.
Down at the corner of Fifth and of Oak,
the dispatcher informed us of a house filled with smoke.
Smoke poured from the sides, from up and from down,
yet up on the roof there was none to be found.
So up to the rooftop we raised up a ladder,
and climbed to the top to see what was the matter.
I came to the chimney and what did I see,
but a fellow in red stuck past his knees.
Well we tugged and we pulled until he came out,
then he winked with his eye and said with a shout.
"These darn newfangled chimneys they make them too small,
for a fellow as I, not skinny at all."
With a twitch of his nose he dashed to his sleigh,
and called to his reindeer, "AWAY now, AWAY."
As we rolled up our hoses he flew out of sight,
saying "God bless our firefighters" and to all a good night.

[Soaring Feather]

Johnny,

Thank You so much for this precious poem.

[Soaring Feather]

It is not lack of love but lack of friendship that makes
unhappy marriages.
--Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) German philosopher

[Colonel_Flagg]

Reporting for duty .. and fired up! :)

[Soaring Feather]

Okay!! Let her rip Colonel, you lead.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I lead, huh? Okay, but you asked for it ..

I've never taken the point before
One wonders why I was picked.
Was it because of a hot streak
Or merely because I was tricked?

It's lonely out here, in front of the pack
But at least my view gets to change
Starting won't hurt me, or so I am told
By those who are further downrange.

So lead off I must, and lead off I will
On a brand-new poetry thread
Of romance and lost love and things of the heart
Having lost them, all items I dread

But hope springs eternal, as night comes again
Dreamcatcher, don't fail me this time
For sleep and the dream world are dear to me now
For one who knows, here is my rhyme.

[SAMWolf]

I envy those who have the time
to sit right down and write a rhyme

if I get unbusy, then you'll see
that Wolves can write some poetry

but until all my chores are through
this is just going to have to do

:-)

[SAMWolf]

Thanks Johnny, nice way to start a new Lair thread.

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and I we know
of heart ache and soul ache
of dark days and sooo lonely nights
nightmare alley in shadow deep
walking in the valley of dread
of losing comfort
in your skin
knowing you are hollow again
and will walk the narrow paths
alone and drink your dinner
on the phone
starting to ring
a number you know no one is home.

Yes, The Dragon Fly knows
the pain of never coming home again
of welcome words and loving hugs
and drinking tea with me at three...
All that's left is the ceremony of
lighting candles for you
and remembering when we were two.

bentfeather

[Colonel_Flagg]

Smart aleck. :)

[SAMWolf]

LOL! Hey you're the one who inspired me, that's something.

[snippy_about_it]

ROTFLOL.

I need to get "unbusy" too!
Then I can write to you.

LOL.

[SAMWolf]

Sam And Snippy
busy as can be
working at the Foxhole
never writing poetry

LOL

[snippy_about_it]

Yep, we're busy as can be
no time for sweet prose
gathering stories from history
That's how the Foxhole grows

[SAMWolf]

The Freeper Foxhole
America's History.
America's Soul.

LOL! Thanks Snippy that was the easiest Haiku I ever "stole"

[snippy_about_it]

Hey, the first time you did that I stole it back. LOL.

[Trikebuilder]

Love Eternal

It was beside a sibilant sea,
striding the sands of life,
that I found the single treasure,
and made her forever my wife.

No gold except for twin rings of pledge,
no jewels so rare as vows soft said,
or hearts bound by a ribbon red,
along the path where God has led.

In gifting time I would do more,
but time and fate do limit ranges of the heart,
yet still I give all forever more,
and receive the same in equal part.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.
~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~
Click the Dragon Fly if you wish...
Sissel Kyrkjebo and The Chieftains ~ Tears of Stone

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Trike. Good to see you. I just posted a beautiful Irish song, was kinda of thinking of you.

How are things going? Still working those long hours?
Trike, do you know we have been writing back and forth now for one year?

[Trikebuilder]

A YEAR!

Long enough to finally know your first name? ;^)

PM me sometime, we need to see if we can't get to know each other better. (eyebrows raise in a distinctly 'Groucho' manner, complete with leer and cigar!)

[Soaring Feather]

You got it!! Will do the mail thingy. Yes, It was one year ago more or less.

So many bridges
have been crossed
Thanks be to God
so many friends have
not been lost...
In gratitude I write
these words
a friend is a gem
in a cold hard world.

[Soaring Feather]

A Beautiful Tapestry

Each road I've walked
each song I've sung
each pang of regret I've felt
each ache of pain I have suffered
each time I walked alone, I knew
my life was weaving a beautiful show
of friends held so dear the heart
of some who left not friends at all
but left me hanging on the wall
some like ivy on the walls clinging
to memory not letting go
and they haunt the very core of me
I cry at times to be set free
Each friend a page in my life's book
some of them with a come hither look
some with smiles and some with frowns
some in silk and satin gowns
some square jawed and stern
like a grandmother who ruled
with an iron glove and really didn't
show much love...
My tapestry is beautiful and rather
well worn, I've raised four children
daughters all, lovely woman straight and tall
Grandchildren by the half dozen
the joy of life like warm cookies from the oven
The tapestry woven string by string
tears and laughter stained some thread
and I thank God I am not dead.

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright © 12/2003
All Rights Reserved

[radu]

The music of Sissel Kyrkjebo and The Chieftains is absolutely gorgeous, ms. feather! I've got to look for the CD....this would be perfect to listen to while working on glass. Soothing, which might keep me calm enough to keep me from cutting these poor fingers so often. LOL!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Check this http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1042688/posts

[sleeper-has-awakened]

I walked in the valley
Of deepest despair
sought only comfort
sent forth a prayer

Fell foes gather 'round me
Shadows draw near
In gathering twilight
I labor in fear

Out through the darkness
On through the night
song of my soul
sang of my plight

He gathered me up
Took me on high
Where roamed only thunder
'Neath shimmery sky

I walked with the master
As twilight was scattered
Banishing shadows
That no longer mattered

This is from the Glass Hammer song Farewell to Shadowlands. Hope it's okay to share non-original poems on this thread.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Good Lyrics. Original work and favorite works of the poster are usually welcome here. Just don't post and Dixie Chicks songs.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Poets!!
CG you beat me into The Lair this morning! LOL
So good to see you here bright and early!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

My soul is a butterfly



My soul
Is a butterfly,
Beating its wings
Against the cage
That is
My life.

Fred O'Bryant.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Friends

A little Springer Spaniel,
Who follows him around.
Speaks volumes of his nature,
No better judge is found.
When dogs like you, you’re someone,
Not just an empty suit.
The love you give a faithful dog,
Will always bear you fruit.
If you like dogs that says a lot,
About the soul you bear.
But when the love’s a two way street,
The partnership is fair.
The bond is strong and touching,
Between this man and friend.
God Bless George Bush and Spotty,
To them this poem I send.

Conspiracy Guy 12/18/03

[Darksheare]

I'm in.

[SAMWolf]

Nice poem and wonderful picture.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank so much for bringing your poem Friends into The Lair. Love the picture of our President as well.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I like the picture. Wish I had found it earlier and included it in my post.

[Soaring Feather]

Hello and Welcome to The Lair.

Yes, by all means this lyric posting is welcome here!

Song lyrics are poetry and often our poets post them.
Grab a chair and something to drink we love having you here.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Our President and his Friend make a touching picture.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning SAM!

I love this little poem today. Have not gotten to the tunes yet, but thanks so much for Breakfast in The Lair. Radu loves those crumbs in her early morning visits.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, indeed they do. I have so much respect for our President. A man of honor.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, all!

Forget Not Yet
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant
My great travail so gladly spent
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye knew, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can,
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrongs, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in denays
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never means amiss;
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved,
Forget not this.

Sir Thomas Wyatt

[Soaring Feather]

I love her voice, too. Irish songs are most beautiful. Glad you like her. Of course, Phil Collins is pretty dang soothing!!

[My back yard]

A Beautiful Tapestry

Wonderful and beautiful tapestry bentfeather. Love it!

[Conspiracy Guy]

He is indeed. Honor, Courage, and Conviction. Three unbeatable traits. I do think I'm better looking and smarter. I just don't have time to fool around with being President. I'm glad he wasn't doing anything else ; )

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Colonel. Lovely poem you have posted this morning.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Why, thank you. I admire Wyatt's work and have some of my other favorites stores to post from time to time. Hope you are well this morning!