~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXIV~

January 2, 2006 | 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©

[Soaring Feather]

Wrapped in jazz
quilted in blue
my thoughts turn to you
what could have been
had you known someone else
owned the throne
someone else played your blues
someone else ripped at your heart strings
someone else haunted your dreams
and the alto sax blew out the blues.

Drifting along in a fog,
dampness hung in the air
chilling to the bone
were there memories of hot times
salty sea breezes smacking ya in the face
or was it fascination
did it happen or was it wanted so
much it was believed to be true.

Some cold nights - when there is a haze
across the moon, the moonlight streams
into the room making patterns on the wall
the sounds are so much like you entering the room.

I turn, looking for your shadow
sensing your hands reaching for me
while the fog of reality drifts in my mind
like a heavy drug
I fight the cobwebs of inertia out of my head
grasping for reality or at least my reality
of those days of summer love
autumn in the mountains
the best times of our lives doin' nothin'
but lovin', wrapped in a jazz mirage.

Yeah, the throne belonged to her
I was the best thing that ever happened to you
the price is very dear.

bentfeather (c) 02. 20. 06

[Soaring Feather]

Wrapped in jazz




Pinger to ya woverw.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Soft Horn in the Night

Soft I hear it, a horn playing notes from the soul,
bittersweet ode to time’s passing and change’s pain.
Subtle shifts in the notes fall like tears or rain,
on the soul of the horn player seeking to be whole.

The horn can whisper or cry, a voice in itself,
that ranges from passion, to pain, and beyond.
And we hear the player’s heart, and we respond,
amid cascades of flowing emotions within yourself.

I wonder at the thoughts flowing in their mind,
to make such music come alive to another’s ears.
Truly, it speaks with another's voice without fears,
making the night a moment we share entwined.

An open window gives me an impromptu concert,
and we share the music from another soul, another heart.
Real feelings flow on the night breeze to depart,
and I hear music as pure as the love that now hurts.

The greatest music is that which comes unbidden apiece,
rising from within the intensity of the moment.
What song the heart sings as it emotions are spent,
balancing our needs and feelings in that release.


Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.

[Soaring Feather]

What song the heart sings as it emotions are spent,
balancing our needs and feelings in that release.

Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.

Great lines. I am gonna hit the feathers now buddy see ya on the morrow.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Tomorrow my dear friend!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Breaker of Bonds

O Lord, Breaker of Bonds,
Emmanuel, God with Us,
O Jesus, you who call my name,
I hear your voice on the wind this night,
when daybreak seems so far away
and the shadows seem so heavy and close.

O Lord, Breaker of Bonds,
At times like these,
when the tempter comes to whisper
how little I am worth,
how flawed my life is,
thank you for your sweet voice that comes to remind me
how you chose to walk the long hard road
from Bethlehem to Golgotha to tell me that you care,
you who come to me as the Bridegroom
dressed in the thorns and welts and bruises and piercings
that are your wedding robe,
bearing the cross that set me free.

O Lord, Breaker of Bonds,
You who are the Bread of life,
You who feed me with your always living self,
how much you have given to show me
that although my strong right hand is not so strong,
your hand, scarred for love,
has broken apart the bonds of death,
that my will cannot save me from the blows of sin,
but that your grace is sufficient for all my needs,
that my friends, well meaning or not, all stumble,
but you are the one who will be with me at the very end,.
the ever living Word, there before the creation began
who comes to show me the truth that will not fail.

O Lord, Breaker of Bonds,
teach me to trust in your love and mercy,
this day and always,
Amen.

[Soaring Feather]

Breaker of Bonds



Nice morning prayer. Thank You.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Gift of Days

Sunrise in reds and pearl tone,
set the stage for another of His days.
And as we struggle beneath His sun’s rays,
we should reflect that we are not alone.

Mid-day moments of reflections within,
give us time to appreciate the gifts from Him.
Be it a bright day of joy, or a dark day so dim,
we are promised salvation from pain and sin.

Evenings are times to take a quiet moment,
thanking Him for all our lives contain.
Yes, thank Him even for the times of pain,
for they tell you are alive, your not yet spent.

Each day belongs to Him who gave us life,
and each day is a gift, His to give in love.
So take the time to thank the One above,
rejoicing in that gift, even amid the strife.

[Soaring Feather]

Gift of Days


Nice poem.


WOO HOO love the new tag line.

[Soaring Feather]

Dancing

Dancing with a lion
dancing with a man
dancing with a poet
fast as I can.

Dancing with the thunder
ahead of lightning and rain
dancing with the dragon
keeping apace with him.

Dancing with the music
playing in my head
the songs of silence
over-ride the dread
strings of midnight
on a broken violin
screeching though the night air
riding in the din
then dancing with the lion
comes around again.

bentfeather (c) 02.20.06

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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"Music is the divine way to tell beautiful,
poetic things to the heart." Pablo Casals said

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Today is Monday, Feb. 20, the 51st day of 2006 with 314 to follow.
This is President's Day. The moon is waning. The morning stars
are Neptune, Jupiter, Pluto and Venus. The evening stars are
Mars Saturn, Uranus and Mercury.

[Soaring Feather]

Ping...



http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1550597/posts?page=591#591

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[w_over_w]

. . . penny for your thoughts. :^)

[Soaring Feather]

I'm into Olympic Hockey at the moment. Canada is playing Czech Republic Canada is winning.
That's my penny's worth. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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David Russell said, "The hardest thing in life is
to know which bridge to cross and which to burn."

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Today is Tuesday, Feb. 21, the 52nd day of 2006 with 313 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Neptune,
Jupiter, Pluto and Venus. The evening stars are Mars, Saturn,
Uranus and Mercury.

[Soaring Feather]

Email goodie....


Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it.

Touching words from the mouth of babes.


What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"




The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think??

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"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4 (I love this one)
_____
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
_____
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
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"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
_____


"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."

Danny - age 7
_____

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.

My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
_____

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."

Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
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"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"

Nikka - age 6

(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
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"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."

Noelle - age 7
_____

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."

Tommy - age 6
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"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
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"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
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"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
_____

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."

Lauren - age 4
_____

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)

Karen - age 7
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"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."

Mark - age 6
_____

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."

Jessica - age 8

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And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry"

[Professional Engineer]

Hi miss Feather.

The phrase for the day is:

Daddy doe

Translation: Daddy's home!

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy PE, imagine meeting you here??

;)


Kids always learn to talk about daddy first, poor moms can feel kinda down sometimes.

Speaking as a mother to four daughters, I know the feeling.