~The Dragon Flies' Lair Thread XI~

April 17, 2004 | bentfeather, and poets of the Dragon Flies' 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 guides
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's first posting was 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

[Soaring Feather]

New Thread Everyone!

[MoJo2001]

Good morning Poets!!


WooHoo!! I got in the Top 5 posts today in the Dragon Lair!!

Well, I can now officially call it day!

Queenie, do you have a Spring Cleaning Poem? Maybe it will inspire me to finish. LOL!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

In Dream



Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I are like high mountains
and we can't move closer.
Just send me word,
At midnight sometime through the stars.

Anna Akhmatova

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

To all: Sam posted this Thread X for today. Alas, he did not know bentfeather was pulling a fast one on him and posting a new thread.

Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why weep? Give me your hand,
Promise me you will come again.
You and I are like high mountains
and we can't move closer.
Just send me word,
At midnight sometime through the stars.

Anna Akhmatova

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

We really should get our act together!! LOL This is a riot!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Little Diva!!

I'll shop around for a cleaning poem. I'm sure I have written on in the past.

Thanks for stopping by The Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

radu posted this beauty early this morning.
Thank You radu.
Touch the Dragon Fly for my Barry White...

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Sam, for the great tunes this morning. Dreamweaver- SWOON. Lovely graphic, also.

[SAMWolf]

I'm too fast for you. :-)

[NicknamedBob]

Dreams

Why are dreams done in the dark?
Is their substance gossamer?
Can they not compete with rainbows,
Iridescent wings that shimmer"

What form do dreamshape shadows,
Take when fallen on the ground?
Can you learn of fancy creatures?
Is there meaning to be found?

Dreams do not compete with sunshine,
Garish in the light of day,
They are much more subtle tidings,
Gentle in a stubborn way.

Giving guidance with a yearning,
A spider’s thread that pulls us on,
Leading us through darkened mazes,
Til our aspiration’s gone.

Dreams are all we have to live for,
All the hope that life can give,
Yearnings bound into a compass,
Seek the way, and choose to live.

NicnamedBob . . . . . . April 17, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

It's the Wolf thing!! LOL Stealth Wolf!

[NicknamedBob]

k?

[Soaring Feather]

Oh WOW Bob this poem is fabulous! Oh what mystery you have created. Exquisite work. Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Ode to Dust

Dust, you are disgusting!
I move you from
here to there....
I find you are everywhere!
On my knick-knacks....
on my "puter", on the floor,
above the door...
my mirrors reflect your
presence there
Like I said, you're everywhere!

Should company come
I always request
they sign my
dusty guest book
or, if they wish
a table top,
the tv screen...
now that is neat!

Each day I dust
my monitor, I need
to watch the poets play!
So..... an ode to you
o' nuisance dust
the game
we play is a must!
Moving from here to there
each day, ode to dust!

bentfeather
October 2002

[Soaring Feather]

In the richness
of tear drops
my tender heart
pangs from
missing you...
My testimony belies
the depth of loneliness
your leaving has
caused me

I loved you so

By bentfeather

[MoJo2001]

WooHoo!!

Now that is quite a Poem, Ms.Feathers!!

No more dust over here. Just lots and lots of stuff. Anyone want some of my stuff? I'd be glad to share. Hehe!

[Soaring Feather]

~Sleepwalker~

[Soaring Feather]

Good nite poets

May the sweet aroma of Lily of the Valley
fill your dreams
caress your face
tenderly lull you to sleep
in the safety of knowing love...

~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~

Today

Should thou lovest me this day
I would be content in today
not ask for tomorrow...
But... live this day only
in splendor of knowing
thou lovest me today...
bentfeather © 04/03/03

bentfeather
Touch the Chariot of Fire

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi everyone!

I am off to the monthly meeting of my Finn Club. Have a wonderful day everyone.

See you later in the afternoon.

[Soaring Feather]

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

[Soaring Feather]

~Simon and Garfunkel~ Bridge Over Trouble Water~

[Soaring Feather]

~Sweet Chariot~

[Soaring Feather]

~Amazing Grace~

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

This Is Not a Spring Poem



This is not a spring poem;
even though dogwoods now blaze
in swathes of white and pink,
the cardinal, once alone, crazy
red against the snow, welcomes
the robin home from the tropics
or some other paradise
of sun and waves that lick
incessantly against the shore,
the grass greens again outside
my now open window,
and the sun is no longer shy,

this is not a spring poem.
Instead, this celebrates
a winterscape--not snow covered
and pristine, the branches glazed
with ice--but dead leaves dried by northern
gales crunching beneath any move,
leaves still clinging to dry branches
rattling, trees creaking above
a landscape barely not dead--
even squirrels do not scramble
for nuts--trees popping
as sap quick freezes, and bits
of ice clinging to otherwise
dry rocks, all sing an unheard
song of late winter. Twice
said: this is not a poem writ
about the spring... or is it?

Timothy C. Truxell

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Sam, thank you.

Lovely poem and graphic.

I was just thinking a few moments ago, how very thoughtful it is of you everyday to search for a poem and the perfect graphic, then choose music post in The Lair. Thank You so much.

[SAMWolf]

You're welcome Feather. I enjoy doing it since I can't contribute much poetry of my own.

I owe you and some others a big thank you for getting me interested in poetry. Never would have figured me for enjoying poetry. I do miss Trikebuilder's work though. :-)

[radu]

Good afternoon y'all! Hope everyone is having a fabulous afternoon!
Just a fly-by to to let you know I'm thinking about y'all....and to snack on a chok-lit donut before heading back outside. *giggle*
*HUGZ* all 'round.

I even cleaned up my lil mess in the kitchen and started a fresh pot of coffee. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Hi radu!! How nice to you to make a fresh pot of coffee and tidying up around The Lair. Beautiful picture. I know it's in the back yard on the farm. I can see the edge of the house! :-) And you told me about that lovely Dogwood tree. It's a wonderful day here, warm and our Magnolia's are starting to bloom. Gorgeous up here now.

[radu]

Glad to hear Spring has finally sprung up your way! 'Bout time, huh? LOL!

Yep, that dogwood is the one just off the deck. There are several scattered around in the woods, too, and it's really pretty around the place right now.

82F today and clear skies! WOOOHOOOO! If it wasn't for the stiff breeze blowing, it would almost be unbearable outside. Our blood hasn't thinned to summer levels yet and the heat, though we love it, is kicking our butts. ROTFLOL!

Guess I'd better get back outside. Lots to do yet and it won't get done if I sit here, much as I'm dying to stay for a while. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

~Luther VanDross~Dance With My Father~

[Soaring Feather]

When I consider the blessings
day after day
I, in gratitude gather them in like hay
and store them in a sacred place
my soul sanctuary ...without

a trace of anger or resentment
or hatred black... those things gone
for they lack the joy of loving
I do not hold the resentment card
before the fold...

God is Good and light is bold
his tender mercies to behold...

Thank You Lord for this new day
you've given me and asked no pay...

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

Spring, such a beautiful time of year. Thanks for the poetry and the Elvis tunes.

[snippy_about_it]

spring renews old life
a chance to begin again
with you by my side

snippy 04.18.04

[SAMWolf]

AWWWW.

Good Haiku Snippy. I may even try some again

[Soaring Feather]

Good Monday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

snippy, I am happy to see you writing again. Nice little piece of work and lovely graphic.

[Colonel_Flagg]

She's baaaaack :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair!

I hope this finds you well. Cold and rainy this morning - a good day to stay inside and sip the morning cuppa joe.

I Thought of You
Sarah Teasdale
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

[Soaring Feather]

I Thought of You
Sarah Teasdale


Good morning Colonel. Nice little poem this morning.
No sun out yet. A little on the overcast side, however, it's lovely to see many flowers blooming.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Monday's child



Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for their living,
And the child that is born on the sabbath day is bonny, blithe, good and gay.

Unknown

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam.

I really like the little poem this morning. It's a classic I think. Listening to tunes as I type and coffee is great. Thanks as ever to you.

[SAMWolf]

Remember learning that one when I was real young.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning Colonel. Such pretty poetry you post this morning. Thank you. Hope all is well with you my friend. :-)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Why, thank you! Was down yesterday with a migraine but now all is well. And I'm going on vacation this week! Yippeeeeee!

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks for the poetry and songs this morning. I am a Friday child. :-)