The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXI~

June 26, 2005 | bentfeather/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©

[SAMWolf]

LadyBug



Ladybug! Ladybug! Fly away home;
Your house is on fire, your children all gone;
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.

The traditional poem above is still repeated by children today, but many say it got it beginnings in Medieval Folklore and referred to the burning of hops vines to clear the fields after the harvest. The ladybugs would fly away, and the larvae would crawl away, but the pupa would remain fastened to the vine and burn.,

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam.


Interesting side read this morning. It's amazing how those old rhymes have lasted through the years.

[Soaring Feather]

Again


Lovely, gentle poem. It reminds me of someone I knew some years ago.

[Darkchylde]

I have that in a Mother Goose book. It actually was
never among the ones my mom read to me. One of
my favorites was "Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty
Fisher found it. Nothing in it, nothing in it, but the binding
wrapped 'round it." The book I have has lovely illustrations.

[Soaring Feather]

Wrote this today....
what say you??


if its cider that you’re wanting.

Or the kick of champagne
raisins floating atop the bottle
or visions of heavenly scenes
or a tight squeeze neer to
be forgot... a meeting in fall
tops all the kicks that champagne's got

[Soaring Feather]

My Barry...Love's Theme....ahhhhh

[Soaring Feather]

Sir Knight....

[Soaring Feather]

Until I catch the dragonflies tail
for my super sonic ride...
Until the moon ceases to shine
Until the rivers run dry
Until the sun does not come out to glow
I will always remain true to the promise of you...
My Dragonfly!!

bentfeather
07.01.05

[WayzataJOHNN]

Wrote this today....
what say you??


if its cider that you’re wanting
or the kick of champagne
raisins floating atop the bottle
or visions of heavenly scenes
or a tight squeeze neer to
be forgot... a meeting in fall
tops all the kicks that champagne's got

Warm cider shared, memories so haunting
or to shelter together, from the sweet fall of rain
such things can a poor heart suddenly throttle
and from such spring hopes far from the mean
what a wondrous thing to ponder, or even to do
it might start, with but that first simple call
or would that perhaps, put one on the spot?

[Soaring Feather]

if its cider that you’re wanting
or the kick of champagne
raisins floating atop the bottle
or visions of heavenly scenes
or a tight squeeze neer to
be forgot... a meeting in fall
tops all the kicks that champagne's got

Warm cider shared, memories so haunting
or to shelter together, from the sweet fall of rain
such things can a poor heart suddenly throttle
and from such spring hopes far from the mean
what a wondrous thing to ponder, or even to do
it might start, with but that first simple call
or would that perhaps, put one on the spot?

I waited by the glen for him
one foggy, misty night
when from the fern there
came a sound ...I nearly died from fright
'Twas the haunting sound of pain
the kind that's in the soul
I clutched my breast from fear
that I would be the first to know

It was the lovely dragonfly
caught in the web of din
my lovely, lonely dragonfly
I caught a glimpse of him
his iridescent wings shimmered
in the sheltered light
I held my breathe so he would not hear
my horrible, lonely fright
I stifled all the sound in me
for all those years I waited
in the glen, by the fern, in lowly
cold night air for him
for the whisper of his wings
drawing near and the softness of his eyes
on me in the ferny glen

I held the silence for the night
and left the scene before dawns light
came creeping in on cats paws cold
and covered my eyes from his lovely hold
and I whispered ever so softly
his name for him to hear
and promised him once again
I would always be right here.

bentfeather
07.01.05

[HopeandGlory]

Very nicely done you two . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You!!

[HopeandGlory]

. . . and the same to you and yours . . . smooches . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Of course, I'm flying over the 4th! LOL
*HUGS*

[WayzataJOHNN]

Night along the Fen

Wind kissed willows
along the dankness of the fen
lit by a waning moon’s brush
a picture of utter stillness
even unto my lonely soul
and it was a balm to torments past

Overhead, the clouds did billow
hiding the moon, in silences to deafen
until the mood was cloaked in hush
and the spirit lay tattered as if in illness
I ache for that which will make me whole
a moment to capture me and hold tender fast

In my silence, I at first failed to perceive
a shape moving along the benighted shore
a sweet figure lithe and graceful sure
and I saw my dream come true in you
among mists you came as if on silent wings
and I knew time stood still, I forgot to breathe

Here I’d come to vent my pain, to grieve
only to find life, in all its wonder, did hold more
for I found something now so sweet and pure
and in that moment, my heart knew what to do
for it fell before that which has leveled kings
for only good may exist where love does seethe

[Soaring Feather]

Fantastic!

[WayzataJOHNN]

and a little something to consider as night draws nigh. ;^)


Night Sky

Raw wind chills,
and cold rain kills,
so bitter the Nor’easter comes to call.

Waves tear at the shore,
and tides wash evermore,
as the weather glass does but fall.

Clouds shutter off the sky,
as even the moon’s light flies,
and darkness brings the storm clouds tall.

Lightening spears the sky so bright,
stark the burning of that light,
illuminating the fury of the squall.


Off to see Star Wars III, Laterya all!

[Soaring Feather]

Good night and enjoy the movie.

Wonderful poem.

[HopeandGlory]

Hungry lizards cover my screens
Stalking moths attracted by the light
Flicking out their sticky tongues
They gobble those moths in just one bite.
GULP!!!

rim 7/1/05

Good night Miss Feather and fellow Larites . . .see you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL playful and colorful graphic!!

Nite, nite, and *HUGS*