~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XVI~

November 6, 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 me...

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.~

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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XV~

[Soaring Feather]

New Thread ping.

[Soaring Feather]

~Amazing Grace~

[Soaring Feather]

~Happy~

[snippy_about_it]

Yippee. A new thread. Michael Smith has a very nice voice.

[SAMWolf]

Yay! The New Thread is here! The New Thread is here!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Music of the Heart



In every human heart there is always a special song.
A melody that touches the soul, a melody that can do no wrong.
Sometimes we hear a sad song when good friends part,
Or simply for a broken tired heart.
Sometimes we hear a happy song when a new baby is born.
Or simply it is just for a beautiful morn.
With any song there are many movements,
But that divine melody never ever relents.
One movement will be sad;
the next movement will make us feel glad.
Life is made up of many songs.
Each song is special. Each song belongs.
Each day is orchestrated to perfection by the divine.
But there will always be one song that is uniquely mine.
The music of the heart accompanies us throughout life.
In happiness and in strife.
But it will always be there to bring comfort and peace.
With this melody comes the greatest release.
Embrace that special song in your heart.
That divine melody and you will never ever part.
It will always be there when you need to hear it.
Be still, be at peace and listen to it.
Always give thanks for that special song from above.
Listen to the music of the heart and fill the world with love.

Andrew Pell

[snippy_about_it]

Good Sunday music good poetry. Thanks Sam.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.



"The Music of the Heart" is a wonderful poem. Thanks so much. I don't think I have read Andrew Pell before now. Great graphic as well.

Hope your day will be grand.

[Soaring Feather]

Sacred Spirits

[MoJo2001]

 

Good morning Queenie!!
Thank you for the ping!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, so beautiful, thank you. HUGS

[Colonel_Flagg]

Yay! New thread! :)

Miss Feather, how are you feelinh?

[Colonel_Flagg]

Or even, feeling?

[Soaring Feather]

Hiya, Colonel!!

Well, still hacking away, but improving little by little.

How are you doing?? Have you had a busy weekend?

[Soaring Feather]

Flower In The Desert
A short story from the Sioux Nation, over 200 years ago.
by Loki

This happened many many summers ago.

There was a young flower in the desert where all was dry and sad
looking...It was growing by itself...enjoying every day...and saying
to the sun "When shall I be grown up"? And the sun would say "Be
patient"---Each time I touch you,you grow a little"...And she was so
pleased.Because she would have a chance to bring beauty to this
corner of sand...And this is all she wanted to do---bring a little
bit of beauty to this world.

One day the hunter came by---and stepped on her.---She was going to
die---and she felt so sad.Not because she was dying ---but because
she would not have a chance to bring a little bit of beauty to this
corner of the desert.

The great spirit saw her, and was listening.---Indeed,he said ...She
should be living...And he reached down and touched her---and gave
her life.

And she grew up to be a beautiful flower...and this corner of the
desert became so beautiful because of her.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Eye of The Dragonfly



While visiting our pond one day
I saw an awesome sight.
I watched a great, large dragonfly
With wings spread out in flight.

He crossed my path a dozen times;
He seemed to know no fear.
He zigged and zagged and zagged and zigged;
I watched as he came near.

I must have watched an hour or more
Before he flew away.
I watched him leave and called for him
To please come back and play.

He soared away to Grandpa's house.
I chased him as he fled,
'Til soon he darted out of sight
Behind my Grandpa's shed.

Grandpa was sitting on the porch
Just looking at the sky.
He saw me running up the path
After the dragonfly.

I asked my Grandpa if he knew
Of any bug so large.
And Grandpa said to follow him
Back into the Garage.

In boxes big and boxes small
He showed me a delight . . .
More than a hundred insects
With pins holding them tight.

I've never seen a treasure
Of gems or pearls or such,
To make my heart start pounding
Or my hands so want to touch

As when I saw a dragonfly
Just like the one I'd chased,
With long and slender body
And wings made out of lace,

And as I looked more closely
I could not hold back a sigh.
for looking right back at me
Was a single, open eye!

Then Grandpa said,
"Here's how you'll know a Darner, every time.
But that eye that seems wide open
Is actually quite blind.

For with just a spot of color
Nature marked it from the rest,
Knowing that, of all her insects,
This dragonfly is best!"

L.D.Carpenter

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!


WOW what a find, "The Eye of The Dragonfly." Thanks so much.

Good tunes today, too.



Have a good day!

[SAMWolf]

I'm still tired (and sore). Getting too old. ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

You have been doing a lot of hard work. It's going to pay off Sam.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair! Off to a busy start today. I hope everyone's Monday is going well!

The Call
Rupert Brooke

Out of the nothingness of sleep,
The slow dreams of Eternity,
There was a thunder on the deep:
I came, because you called to me.

I broke the Night's primeval bars,
I dared the old abysmal curse,
And flashed through ranks of frightened stars
Suddenly on the universe!

The eternal silences were broken;
Hell became Heaven as I passed. --
What shall I give you as a token,
A sign that we have met, at last?

I'll break and forge the stars anew,
Shatter the heavens with a song;
Immortal in my love for you,
Because I love you, very strong.

Your mouth shall mock the old and wise,
Your laugh shall fill the world with flame,
I'll write upon the shrinking skies
The scarlet splendour of your name,

Till Heaven cracks, and Hell thereunder
Dies in her ultimate mad fire,
And darkness falls, with scornful thunder,
On dreams of men and men's desire.

Then only in the empty spaces,
Death, walking very silently,
Shall fear the glory of our faces
Through all the dark infinity.

So, clothed about with perfect love,
The eternal end shall find us one,
Alone above the Night, above
The dust of the dead gods, alone.

[SAMWolf]

The problem is I'm not used to he up and down on ladders anymore.

[SAMWolf]

Nice one Colonel.

[Soaring Feather]

Afternoon Colonel!

Whoa!! What a powerful poem today.

Sorry I am so late getting to respond. I have been busying myself with odds and ends.
Hope all is well with you.

[Soaring Feather]

A mortal
sculpting a showpiece
of souls of glass
a love illustration
statuesque and flowing away.
A smouldering tragedy

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Open Road



Grass and trees roll past my sight,
as 18 wheels just roll on by.
Over the hill I see the lights,
they pierce the darkness in the night.
Dampness in the air I feel,
as drops of rain hit the windshield.
Listening to the "Eagles" play,
waiting for the break of day.
City after city lights,
oh they're such a pretty sight.
Oh there is no other way,
to see our country on display.
The rolling mountains, the roaring seas,
put my mind and soul to ease.
Thank you God for allowing me,
to gander upon our Awesome Country.

Deb F

[Darksheare]

Haven't been ignoring you!
Just haven't had any poetry pop into my head.
(Well.. not any worth typing down.)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!!

Oh, nice graphic and poem today. I love the open roads!
My dearest friend Shirley was taking driving lessons to drive a semi. Our big dream was to travel across America in her rig and have a blast. Unfortunately the dream never materialized, she didn't pass the test and she developed cancer and died many years ago. We did however, chalk up many miles and states together on the road. I miss her a lot.

Well, hope the shop is shaping up!

Thanks for the tunes goodies all of them. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Darksheare! Good to see you.

Hey, I have snow on the ground today with more to come, do you?? It's cold out there.

[Darksheare]

No snow here yet.
Merely nippy and breezy.
But it did get down in the low 30's last night.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, we went to 25F. Nice day today however, they are predicting snow showers.

[Darksheare]

Yeeks.
Been dealing with a nice cold for the past few days.
The only reason I can breathe at the moment is because I'm dehydrated.
The second I drink anyting I start to mucus up again.
So I'm looking at the coffee pot and whimperign.
;-)

The weather changing probably got me.
It's a blessing at the moment that there wasn't any snow down this way yet.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh the cold, I have been dealing (not so well) for the last 2 weeks with the thing! Talk about filling up, yikes.

I am looking forward to this curse being removed any day now.

[Darksheare]

Once the weather stays cold, my lungs will appreciate it.
For now though, sneezing and hacking will be a way of life.
*chuckle*
At least it isn't sneezing due to pollen and such.


Gotta go get some stuff done.
Be back in a bit.

[Soaring Feather]

Who said this:

"Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the
universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of
his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments."

HINT: He also wrote "The Pearl."

Answer later.

[Darksheare]

*pounding forehead against monitor*
I should know this, and I can't think of the answer!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh don't do that!! LOL

It will come to you.

[Darksheare]

No dice.
M'mind ran off with the mice.

[Soaring Feather]

Okay here you go!


"Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the
universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of
his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments."

ANSWER: John Steinbeck (1902 - 1968), The Grapes of Wrath (1939)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Dogs of Sleep



Translated from the Spanish by H. E. Francis

It is night that drives
its dogs to bark,
that to their jaws grants
no repose.

Howls lap the pane
of the window of sleep.

Howls spatter
their poison over my agitation.

And my sleep no longer desires more night,
its banners summon forth the dawn,
blankets adorned with a thousand flowers,
sudden spring, delight
of flint breaking against flint,
exaltation of very old voices.

And what the dogs howl,
the slime on their tongues, their agony,
night will silence,
deadened in my blackest lights.

Emiliano De Lucas

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam.

I really like this poem "The Dogs of Sleep."

Thanks much for everything. :-)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair!

THE BRACELET TO JULIA
Robert Herrick

Julia, this my silken twist?
For what other reason is't,
But to shew thee how in part
Thou my pretty captive art?
But thy bond-slave is my heart;
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis otherwise with me;
I am bound, and fast bound so,
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.

[Soaring Feather]

I cannot leave
I cannot go
my soul is bound
to thee I know
tho miles are great
and mountains high
in the night I do cry
for the comfort of your love
and the heat of your warmth
the charm of you in day
is kept from me and I do sway
from the loneness in my skin
in the night I hear the wild wind
like a ghost on the prowl
there is a hollow all around
when not a word of you is heard
but the dread night sounds
all around and an ache in my soul
that you could take and make it whole
I cannot leave
I cannot go...

bentfeather
11/10/04