The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Thread XXVI~March 28, 2006

The Seven Muses | March 28, 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

[Soaring Feather]

Afternoon Kathy, you in the cube today??

[Kathy in Alaska]

LOL! Yes, ma'am, I are there.
Could you get me one of those fishy things?

Blessed Assurance

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[Soaring Feather]

I'll have to talk to the office manager! LOL


Thanks for Blessed Assurance.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.
Sweet Dreams.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

A Prayer in Spring

Robert Frost


Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.


And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.


For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Lady!

[Lady Jag]

Good morning, Sweet Tart!

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, I love this graphic, thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Touchy?? LOL

[pelikan]

Good Morning Ms Feather.

The Gardener's Morning

The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.

The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.

- Howard Dolf

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL!


Time to bring in Ole Johnson!

Gads I love that cat. ;)

[Lady Jag]

You tired of looking at his family?

[Soaring Feather]

They are strange for sure, but he is harmless.

[Lady Jag]

Okay, family photos will return at another time.

Put your drink down!

And prepare to view

A special CODED message

From my cat:

Click Johnson

 

[Soaring Feather]

Oh thanks so much. I really needed this bit of humor today. ;)

I will be interested in viewing more family photos whenever you are prepared to share them.

[Soaring Feather]

The Dancing Deer of Glen Gaul Way




Peeking into the glen the faeries watched dancing deer at play.

They in graceful pose
looked one another in the nose
in the quiet of the glen
stood erect and face to face
glaring one another in the face
a stare down in this idyllic place.

The wood's faeries watched with glee
the animal revelry, they giggled behind
the mossy tress, and gasped at the ease
the deer could move about and dance
on that afternoon by chance.
The faeries chattered softly there
in the soft, warm air, if this dance
per chance was for the other deer ladies on the floor.


As afternoon slide silently to night
the deer dispersed to the pine
through the fields and foraging meals
The faeries thought and thought again
about the fun in the glen
they wished on dew drops on the weeds
this scene to be seen again.

bentfeather (c) 04.23.06

[WayzataJOHNN]

Tears seeps into the heart
along the gutter
between the mind and soul
and washes memories
until they fade away

[WayzataJOHNN]

I LOVE the cat, truly a poet in his own right!

;^)