~The Dragonflies'Lair~Poetry Thread XXIII

October 18, 2005 | bentfeather/The 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©

~The Dragon Flies' Lair was first posted August 27, 2003 ~

~A place to write a few lines of poetry or prose.~

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[Soaring Feather]

A little tree
bent to grow
like a poet's words
mean to flow...

bentfeather (c)

[Soaring Feather]

New Thread Ping!

[Soaring Feather]

So sorry to bother, would you kindly change the date in the heading to October 18, 2005.

Thank You so much.

So sorry, I am one week ahead of myself.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Lover by Dawn

As dawn breaks soft through the windows above my bed,
I watch her sleep and lay silent in wonder at the art that is she.
Her skin is as soft as silk, yet filled with the heat of life and passion fed,
I caress her with gentle joy at the mystery that only she can be.

Her eyes are closed in deepest sleep, the peace of her fills me sweet,
and I am humbled by her grace in soft repose, a living canvas here.
I watch her mouth slip into little smiles so playful yet so fleet,
as dreams take her to places only she will ever know I fear.

She breaths with subtle rise and fall of those delicate perfect breasts,
and I marvel at the sheen of light upon the softest of golden downy hair.
Shadows play upon her skin in slow dance to mother sun as she rests,
glowing with perfection, living art of solar caresses upon skin oh so bare.

Tangled limbs in lazy grace that flow from her last passions race,
with wisps of sheet to add texture to perfection, she is Love’s work in display.
Her hair a halo of color and golden luster to catch the eye and let time fly a pace,
no picture drawn by hand of man can express her beauty as morning does say.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Yay! New thread! Will try to break it in very soon. :)

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, Colonel!!


Yupper, a new sheet of paper for our poets.

[exhaustedmomma]

Gulf winds brewing-
Waxing Wilma;
Blow away
To typhoon ally!

[Soaring Feather]

walking the rim
she looks for him
in dark recesses of the abyss

bentfeather (c)

[Soaring Feather]

Hello and Welcome to The Dragonflies' Lair.

Thank You for your haiku.

Hope you are not in the path of these dreadful storms.

[exhaustedmomma]

Hope you are not in the path of these dreadful storms

ME TOO!! (Still waiting for insurance adjuster from Rita) Nice thread to de-stress in! :)

[Soaring Feather]

Very nice Johnn, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You.

Enjoy, this thread and please feel free to write with us.

[Soaring Feather]

Watercolor of Joy

Watercolors are the joy
of a streaking borealis,
purple fingers of blaze
souls clutching summer.

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

I held night
saw it sparkle
twilight arrived with
your face carved
across my dawn

in my bones...

bentfeather

06.06.04

Good night everyone. Rest well, and remember to, dream a little, love a lot.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[La Enchiladita]

'Merning.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, merning. Lazy day today, or is it just that you are in a different time zone?

[La Enchiladita]

Different time zone and rain's a fallin'.
Like to feel cozy. Nice pretty new thread, 'feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you, La En!!

No rain here now, but continues to be overcast. Rained in the night, it was really ugly looking out on the street. I am so grateful for a safe warm home.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, for correcting the date.

[StarCMC]

WOOHOO!! A new thread.

[StarCMC]

controversy stirred
one who seemed a friend is not
faithful ones are found

Thank you, bentfeather, for being a true friend.

[Soaring Feather]

friendships forged in controversy
gold and silver metals true
one is old, one is new,
loyalty stays in red white and blue

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Blessed Assurance

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, Kathy. Thank You, for Blessed Assurance.

[Jet Jaguar]

Good morning, Ms. Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

What a beautiful view for the Lair.


Thank You.

[StarCMC]

One true friend is worth
More than all else combined
I'm lucky, I've two.

He he he!! Good morning!

[Soaring Feather]

I'm told, good things come in twos
friends by the bushel
better than gold.

bentfeather

[HopeandGlory]

Walter de la Mare

SLEEP

Men all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.

  Without a thought, or fear, they shut
The narrow gates of sense;
Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
Their strength to impotence.

  The transient strangeness of the earth
Their spirits no more see:
Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
They slumber in secrecy.

  Two worlds they have--a globe forgot,
Wheeling from dark to light;
And all the enchanted realm of dream
That burgeons out of night.

by: Walter de la Mare (b. 1873 - 1956)

Good night Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites, I'm off to sleep . . . see you tomorrow . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful poem Hope, thank you.

Have a good rest, see you tomorrow.

[WayzataJOHNN]

WWII and Waiting

She sits on the lone park bench,
in that little corner park,
with its five flowerbeds,
and a time-stained statue there.

She loves this place for its air,
and the peace is what she’d of said,
for here, life is not so stark,
and she escapes life’s sudden wrench.

The breeze winds among the flower’s scents,
life’s perfume so sweet in her dreams,
and she remembers him from so long ago,
and their time together so swiftly gone.

They took him from her, that long ago dawn,
on a beach, those hard faced German foes,
and she woke that sad day with screams,
and only time made her later pain relent.

That black edge telegram bore away her world,
and fifty years later it still hurt in the dark corners,
her life held him as a memory like a dark jewel,
since that June in ’44 it all changed before her eyes.

Since then, she can but let history flow by to sighs,
wondering why leaders of nations are such a fool,
making so many young women such sad mourners,
as deep and bitter pain in each heart is unfurled.

The neighborhood honored their hero in stone,
and set him guard over a small corner park,
adding five small flowerbeds to add color,
and a bench for retrospection and tired souls.

Here one might rest from history’s bitter tolls,
or pay a price far more costly then simply dollars,
and only in peace may a tattered heart say hark,
and perhaps heal enough to grant others to atone.

She sits on the lone park bench,
in that little corner park,
with its five flowerbeds,
and a time-stained statue there.

She loves this place for its air,
and the peace is what she’d of said,
for here, life is not so stark,
and she escapes life’s sudden wrench.

[Soaring Feather]

Evening, Johnn.


Powerful and so sad.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A lost love is sad, but in a way, she still has him, and will for all her life. He watches over her, shares flowers with her, and is there across time, at her side. There is something far greater then any sadness can touch, and that is true love.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautifully said. Really a good poem. Nice to see you.

[Ruth C]

The photographs eyes see,
a hopeless hope kept whole,
in papered anguished plea,
the screams of New York's soul.

Walls of silent cries
in reams of black and white
as mutely each denies
tomorrows' empty night

Through focused camera lens,
a thousand pictures burned
in minds of untold men,
the souls that won't return.

Has anybody seen....?

rac

[Soaring Feather]

Hello and Welcome to The Dragonflies' Lair.


Powerful poem, Ruth. Thank you.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Hi Ruth, and Welcome!

I'm the board Curmudgeon, and general overall silly guy. Nice to see you here, and the poem has power, nice indeed!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Bus Stop



Lights are burning
In quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.

The quiet lives
That follow us—
These lives we lead
But do not own—

Stand in the rain
So quietly
When we are gone,
So quietly . . .
And the last bus
Comes letting dark
Umbrellas out—
Black flowers, black flowers.

And lives go on.
And lives go on
Like sudden lights
At street corners

Or like the lights
In quiet rooms
Left on for hours,
Burning, burning.

Donald Justice

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.



WOW great find today. Haunting work.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. This fine cool rainy morning we are watching a Northern Flicker Woodpecker at the suet feeder.

This is not from our yard but from the internet.

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, snippy!!

Oh oh beautiful! We have Flickers here and I have seen them, they don't look this.

But you said, Northern Flicker Woodpecker! Maybe the same bird. I think ours have yellow on them someplace.

[snippy_about_it]

You are right feather. There are yellow-shafted and red-shafted Flickers. We have them both but I've never seen a yellow one. Of course it's easier to see the colors when their wings are spread. At the feeder you can usually only see the identifying color in their tail. Here's a good shot of a yellow shafted Northern Flicker.

[Soaring Feather]

Lovely bird, thanks snippy.

[HopeandGlory]

William Shakespeare

SONNET I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
 His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Good night Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . see you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

William Shakespeare
SONNET I

Nothing like the master of poetry to close or open the day.


Thank you, Hope.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Jet Jaguar]

Good morning.