~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXV~

The Seven Muses | March 8, 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©
2002

[uncleshag]

Longtown Podcasts - Vol. 46

In this Longtown Podcast hear
the following artists and click
the links for CD information.
Brand New - Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't
Mike Curb Congregation - Burning Bridges
A Dance in the Irish Cabin
Jerry Reed - The Claw
LLoyd and Peli Show
"LOUD and Clear" "One-Armed But Armed For Life"
"Like a Baby on a Log - Squirrel Meat - Suffering Squirrel Farmers"
"Fresh Meat and Squirrel Panties" "Donna Summer Day!!"
"Cedar Chips" "Yield Signs" "Lessons for Life"
"I-Sometimes-Wonder-About Fifty"
SevenofNine's Global News Report
Uncleshag's Fishing Report

[martin_fierro]

Good evening/morning, ms feather. We've been eating cinnamon bread, cheese bread, and cookies all day. One of the hotels brought it from the bakery.

Lucky duck!

This calls for some bread/cookie haikus:

Munching breads all day
Cinnamon, Cheese and Cookies
Hotel supplies us

Eating free cookies
Sugar, Choco Chip with nuts
My belt grows quite tight

[Kathy in Alaska]

Those are cute.....and so true. I'm on sugar overload. The cinnamon bread, my favorite, is like a giant cinnamon roll, about 12" across and 3 to 4 inches high.

[pelikan]

Good Morning Everybody! While coffee is brewing, a bit of poesy...

Ms Feather, without pretense
Greets all with her effervescence.

Come one, come all to the lair
If poetic, show us your flair.

If poetry isn't your thing no matter.
Just delight us with some chatter.

A bit of caution with you I leave,
Just let the dragonflies be!
~peli~

[pelikan]

And brunch is now ready. For those of you who will be arriving a little late, no worries! A fresh plate awaits your arrival.

[pelikan]

This is too cute...accurate, but cute!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, you two
you've beaten me here
Shagster with the music
Pelikan with the brew!

So kind of you
to be here to greet me
I left the light on
as fatima and Johnn
lingered here.

The muse kept going
round my head
nary a moment of sleep
I got.

The giggles moved in
round three am
as a mirthful poem
begun to spin.

'Twas all in my head
never made the pen
spose it will come
back again??


bf

[Soaring Feather]

Brunch looks delicious
I especially like ham
orange juice is good
served ice cold

Old lace on the table
lovely displayed
a fruit compote
served in fine crystal
all squeaky clean
oh my goodness, I feel
like a queen!

[Soaring Feather]

---

Thought of the Day

---

Spencer Johnson said, "Happiness is not having what you want, it's wanting what you have."

---

Today is Wednesday, March 8, the 67th day of 2005 with 298 to follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Uranus, Neptune, Jupiter, Pluto and Venus. The evening stars are Mars, Saturn and Mercury.

[Lady Jag]

Good morning, Bent Babe!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning to you Lady!



A lovely dragonfly I see
brought into the Lair by thee

flowers colored on the stem
with the Dragonfly hovering
o'er them

Thank You for the gift
of them
gracing the parlor
on a whim!

[Lady Jag]

MARCH BLUES
The firewood supply is dwindling;
Almost all that's left is kindling.
Woodstoves sputter, pale and sickly.
Spring had better come, and quickly!
- D.A.W.

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, Martin Fierro
welcome to you

a visitor here to The Lair
an interesting name

you display, come round
again as is your wont
the doors as open
the Dragonfly sleeps not.

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

March blues on the wan
the sun is shining once again
dewdrops are blooming in the yard
squirrels are jumping round
like the retards they are!


The temps are pleasantly warm
this day, the ole farmers
are out makin' hay
lots to do, lots to do
when things do thaw
and the farmer believes
it's not the last straw.


Eighty more mater seeds are due
to be put in the Aframe
before the dew freezes
them solid in the cold air
a bed of straw and warm sun light lives there.

bentfeather

[Lady Jag]

Sometimes poetry rolls right of my brain and sometimes to conjure it is too much of a strain.

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful post, wonderful poet. I especially love Poe.


Did I ever tell you I heard Vincent Price read The Raven and The Bells, The Bells?? I was in Orlando, Florida attending a convention. Vincent Price was one of the star attractions.


Such an honor to hear him. He was absolute magic on the stage.

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, blackie!

[Lady Jag]

Did I ever tell you I met one of the Poe Toasters online? You know the annual leaving of three roses & a bottle of cognac at his grave? The amazing thing about that is, yes, there is a group of them who do it on different years, sworn to honor the secret, and none of them knows who the others are (of course one must, but otherwise it's even a mystery to them).

[Soaring Feather]

No, I don't think you've shared that one. Amazing, the secret continues.



I am aware of the Poe Toasters.

Poe was a strange one for sure, but I do love his poetry.

[uncleshag]

It's noon on THE coast...
the ONE that matters.
All is quiet.

In the night owls sing
Enter the daylight.
Now whispering.

Twas a frost at morns 'ginning
a new day of winning.
Par for the course.

A horse is a horse
by any other name.
Smells funny.

-unc.© 2006
(for bf)