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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~
March 24, 2005 | ~bentfeather ~ Poets of The Lair~

Posted on 03/24/2005 8:35:29 PM PST by 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©




TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: cartoons; chitchat; classicpoetry; friendship; glengaulway1st; haiku; humor; joy; kindness; laughter; music; originalpoetry; photography; prose; respect; songlyrics
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To: Kathy in Alaska

Oh my, walking with one new lens is a trip!!

It will work out in a few hours.

Drat, I have to go back again, they goofed up and make the wrong lens for my computer glasses. It is measured 27 inches away from the computer, they made it for close up. Yikes, talk about owl eyes.


1,021 posted on 05/06/2005 3:38:53 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: Texas Songwriter; HopeandGlory; laurenmarlowe; international american; Colonel_Flagg; All

Texas songwriter and I thought it would be interesting to explore the thought process in poem writing. Such as, why was one word or phrase used over another.

Okay, open for suggestion and discussion.




The Dark Poem


A serious ox
once defrocked
of his wooden throne
took to tearing down
barns with cloven feet
and tearing down
barns with cloven feet...

Does Scripture tell
of cloven feet
holding up the beast?
The King of liars
and beguilers
reins in his realm
of hell...

And the damned souls
of men
cry from the pit...
agony they wail
moan, gnash
teeth on stone
and ash
lost souls in
hells kingdom

by bentfeather

2002


1,022 posted on 05/06/2005 4:15:02 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: bentfeather

One thing for sure....I don't want to join the King of liars : )


1,023 posted on 05/06/2005 5:15:04 PM PDT by international american (Tagline now flameproof....purchased from "Conspiracy Guy Custom Taglines"LLC)
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To: international american

I have no idea where this poem came from. It may have been a scene from a movie that was buried in my subconscious.. I really don't know.


1,024 posted on 05/06/2005 5:19:40 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: bentfeather

It is always best to unleash the beast in your subconscious !


1,025 posted on 05/06/2005 5:34:18 PM PDT by international american (Tagline now flameproof....purchased from "Conspiracy Guy Custom Taglines"LLC)
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To: bentfeather; Texas Songwriter

Good evening Ms. Feather. Your friendship poem is quite lovely and true.

We have a poetry project here! I have been away today, but I will ponder the beauty of how words connect. How inspiring!

Have a pleasant evening Ms. Feather!


1,026 posted on 05/06/2005 7:38:47 PM PDT by laurenmarlowe
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To: bentfeather
Hello Ms. Feather,

I have never done this, but here goes...A line in your poem set me in a different direction. Here it is. I do not think I could improve your writing, by the way.

Does scripture tell of cloven feet
And arrowed tail and sardonic beak
And horns atop his vulgar crown
Confessed that he will ascend
Above the very thrown of God
This, the lie, that lives within the minds,
And hearts of those that are his kind
The Gnostics spoke of knowlege
The tree which snared his prey
And separated God from man,
And does until this day.
And this, the tree, is worshipped,
Knowlege is the fruit
That never gets perfection
And never bears the truth.
O, that I might find a tree
That finishes His thought
And then John writes the final verse
From the Island of Patmos.
At last, another tree I find,
And this, guarded by cheribiums
And a flaming sword circling all around,
And winged seraphiums.
We are back, returned to life,
In a gardens pure perfection,
The Tree of Life-set its fruits,
And angels for protection.
And that flaming sword,to guard this holy place,
From who comes creeping in,
And the Door to open
Or to close
As Light shines on the truth.
Refined in fire, defined in fire,
Always tried and true,
And here in rest and sweet repose
From all that was the fall.

1,027 posted on 05/06/2005 8:32:10 PM PDT by Texas Songwriter
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To: Texas Songwriter
Excellent!!
1,028 posted on 05/06/2005 8:36:50 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: Texas Songwriter

I take the caricature of Satan,...horns,cloven hooves,tail,beak,....and then snap into Biblical descriptions...I worry that some readers might not have the background to know this. Then I focus on the trees described in Genesis 3 and then in Revelation 22. Life...it begins as a seed in a garden in the thoughts of a man....and in the mind of God, he descended to us in a garden....then sin and out of a perfect garden,....and finally, redeemed, back in the garden and here, guarded and a Tree of Life,....now perfected. I knew I loved gardening so much for a reason.


1,029 posted on 05/06/2005 8:40:47 PM PDT by Texas Songwriter
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To: Texas Songwriter; All

Another oldie.



The Psalmist David


The Psalmist David, a shepherd he,
did play his harp at darkest night
for company...
Long lonely night under
cold starry skies
moved psalmist David to
sing the Psalms.
Rhymes of God did he sing
written down for the eons
to come...
Songs of comfort
of easing agony
of being human...
The burden it brings...
of lonely times within
ourselves
we cry out
to the skies
for proof we must have
...we are not alone.

by bentfeather
2002


1,030 posted on 05/06/2005 8:43:59 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: bentfeather
I have addressed this subject in a song which you have called Children(Leaves) ...it is in the album "Real Men". The chorus says.....

His purposes were known throughout the ages
His purposes were known right from the start
The heavens are all that's needed to pursuade us,
His purposes are written on our heart.
His purposes were written on our heart.

I liken that chorus to your line....We cry out to the skies for proof we must have......Proof...Purposes,... very similar, but one a question,and one an acceptance.

1,031 posted on 05/06/2005 8:54:49 PM PDT by Texas Songwriter
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To: Texas Songwriter

I remember "Children Leaves," lovely song.




1,032 posted on 05/06/2005 9:05:49 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: bentfeather

Does your computer "ping" or buzz when you are written to. Do you stay up all night and never sleep. Your responses are very quick. I am sitting looking at this one-eyed monster and it is 11:10...way past my bedtime. I'll sign off for now and check on you tomorrow. You need to rest also. Doctors orders.


1,033 posted on 05/06/2005 9:09:43 PM PDT by Texas Songwriter
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To: Texas Songwriter

Yes, I have the pager on and get pinged to all responses.

I sleep and I sleep a lot- at least 8-9 hours at a time.

Have a good rest and thank you for the wonderful night of poetry.

Yes, Sir I will obey!

Nite.


1,034 posted on 05/06/2005 9:13:59 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; WayzataJOHNN; Brad's Gramma; fatima; ...

Good morning everyone.

1,035 posted on 05/07/2005 6:13:38 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: All

From: A Child's Garden of Verses

My first introduction to poetry. Given to me by my Uncle Fran.




The Swing
by
Robert Lewis Stevenson




How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside---

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown---
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!


1,036 posted on 05/07/2005 7:43:33 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics
Mama

Dawn Sunshine Nights

Coffee & Donuts

1,037 posted on 05/07/2005 7:47:06 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Liberal Rule #32 - Lie loud and long enough and someone may believe it.)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Last Answers



I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,
how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening
into points of mystery quivering with color.

I answered:
The whole world was mist once long ago and some day
it will all go back to mist,
Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist.

Carl Sandburg

1,038 posted on 05/07/2005 7:47:33 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Liberal Rule #32 - Lie loud and long enough and someone may believe it.)
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To: SAMWolf

Good morning Sam!


WOW powerful poem. Fabulous graphic.

Great selection of tunes. You have covered the ground! LOL


Have a grand day and Thank You for giving so much to the Lair.


1,039 posted on 05/07/2005 7:57:03 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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To: All

Beloved Uncle Fran.

1,040 posted on 05/07/2005 8:00:24 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (Honor)
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