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The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXI~
June 26, 2005
| bentfeather/Poets of the Lair
Posted on 06/25/2005 9:22:33 PM PDT 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©
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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicauthors; classicpoetry; haiku; humor; laughter; music; musiclyrics; originalpoetry
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
The Glasses
They came in my Christmas stocking.
Two.
Short, thick, square.
What cute drinking glasses
Washed and waiting on the shelf!
I grabbed one by the top,
Filled it with water,
Then sipped.
Like drool,
the water dripped
from the sides to the floor.
What a strange glass!
Through practice,
I learned to drink from the corner.
An excellent little spout!
Happy birthday to you!
they sang.
Mom, why are these in your cabinet?
my daughter asks before she cuts my cake.
She holds the two glasses
Like stop signs in her hands.
I answer with the traditional What?
Why are the votive candle holders in the cabinet?
she asks as I step into the kitchen.
Her serious eyes roll upward.
Her smile grows to laughter,
And she tell her siblings,
Mom thought the votive holders were drinking glasses!
How was I to know?
No candles came with them.
No labels, no instructions.
They were cute little glasses while they lasted.
Carol M Hegberg
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posted on
06/28/2005 6:43:09 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?)
To: litehaus
Hello and Welcome to The Lair.
To: SAMWolf
The Glasses
LOL Who knew??
Thanks Sam, great poem today. Good tunes, too.
To: bentfeather
"The Glasses"
You mean you can't drink from them?????
Oh oh, another Trike faux pas, (sigh)!
To: WayzataJOHNN
LOL No, it's another kind of fire!!
To: bentfeather
Well, its not like I've ever drank hot wax out of them or anything like that!
To: WayzataJOHNN
To: bentfeather
"You sure?? LOL"
Well, not completely, there has been a time or two when wine may have clouded my judgement as much as my walking, therefore I can't say with real certainty that I haven't.
To: WayzataJOHNN
LOL. Well, it was a great poem - full of fun.
To: bentfeather; All
Watching the sunlight fade
against trees silhouetted by a dusky sky
with still a hint of rosy hue
Stars are hiding out of sight
waiting their chance to shine
which is their due
rim 6/28/05
Good evening Miss Feather . . . a change of pace for me, I'm trying my hand at other forms of poetry, I'm not not sure what you'd call this . . . but . . . it's definitely not haiku . . . ;-)
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posted on
06/28/2005 8:47:27 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory
Excellent free verse.
It's great you are expanding your poetry writing skills.
To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; WayzataJOHNN; Darksheare; Darkchylde; StarCMC; Old Sarge; ...
Good morning everyone.
To: bentfeather
Thank you Miss Feather . . .it feels good to stretch my wings . . .;-)
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posted on
06/29/2005 5:30:07 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory
Good evening, HopeandGlory!
OH my gosh, this is hilarious!! I love it.
To: bentfeather
TeeHee . . . I googled for dragonfly wings and this was one of the images that came up . . . and of course, being the "cheeky" little miss that I am, I couldn't resist posting it . . . .;-)
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posted on
06/29/2005 6:20:12 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: bentfeather; All
dripping cobwebs of silken lace
my needles are busy
birthing a new afghan
rim 6/29/05
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posted on
06/29/2005 6:22:28 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory
To: HopeandGlory
Gorgeous, both the Haiku and the graphic.
Thank You.
To: bentfeather
A little something now, and maybe more once the severe weather and possible tornados drift away! ;^)
Storm
Black winds tear at the ebon night sky,
as stark white jagged spears are loosed to fly.
Trees moan in the battling winds set about,
and spirits hide as the lights go out.
Thunder walks the night, setting all in doubt,
as rain in sheets does hide the world about.
Peace is sitting by the fire, and here I tend to laze,
until Nature vents her wrath, and finally sleep in a daze!
To: bentfeather
Purpose
I weep,
for a hollowness within,
in the darkness,
old hurts still burn.
Yet,
I welcome that,
for it means I still live,
still feel.
By that,
I know I will go on,
I will remember,
even as the years turn.
My life is,
a monument to those gone,
lived to remember them,
as my emotions reel.
At peace,
in His light,
I surrender to His ways,
understanding, when I but yield.
I smile,
for at last I know,
I am the one, who will remember,
holding on to memorys seal.
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