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The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXVII~
The Muses, Poets of the Lair | April, 24,2006 | bentfeather

Posted on 04/24/2006 8:55:04 PM PDT by 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





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~The Dragon Flies' Lair debut ~ August 27, 2003 ~

~A place to write a few lines of Poetry or Prose.~

~ Links to all threads.~


The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread I
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread II
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread III
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread IV
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread V
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread VI
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread VII
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread VIII
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread IX
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread X
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XI
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XII
The Dragon Flies' Lair ~ Thread XIII
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIV
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XV
The Dragon Flies'Lair~Thread XVI
The Dragon Flies'Lair~Thread XVII
The Dragon Flies'Lair~Thread XVIII
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XX
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXI
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXII
The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Thread XXIII
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXIV

The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXV
The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXVI


1 posted on 04/24/2006 8:55:07 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; Lady Jag; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; Texas Songwriter; fatima; ...
New Thread Ping




2 posted on 04/24/2006 9:00:34 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Ah, sweet room!


3 posted on 04/24/2006 9:02:39 PM PDT by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

Hello Knitting! Nice to see you!!


4 posted on 04/24/2006 9:04:00 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Alive and kicking...


5 posted on 04/24/2006 9:06:59 PM PDT by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

Yup we all are, Thanks be to God!


6 posted on 04/24/2006 9:08:42 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

Keeping with our April is Poetry Month I offer Sara Teasdale....




"What Do I Care?"
by Sara Teasdale

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.


7 posted on 04/24/2006 9:16:21 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All


8 posted on 04/24/2006 9:19:49 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

My most favorite modern poem is the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by TS Elliot myself... an excerpt:



No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old . . .I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


9 posted on 04/24/2006 9:22:52 PM PDT by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: bentfeather
I was just getting ready to go to bed,
When I saw a new thread ...

Earlier today, a news special showed Robert Frost at the Kennedy inaugural, having a bit of difficulty reading a poem he had written for the occasion.

Later, Jackie turned over the handwritten poem to John to put in his office. That manuscript found its way into the National Archives today.

I celebrated by finding one of my handwritten poems, and reading it to my wife.

"Isn't that on some of my stationary?" She said.

"Why, yes it is. That is the way of it. When I want to write a poem, I use whatever is available."

This is the poem that I read to her.



Look At Me! I’m Flying!

“Look at me! I’m flying!” was what my young one said,
And sure enough, I saw the clouds of Glory ‘round his head.
His vision unimpeded, I watched him swoop and soar,
His landing gear did “Touch-and-Goes” across the kitchen floor.
I picked him up, and swung him ‘round. He held his arms out straight,
An aeronautic acrobat, in sight of Heaven’s Gate.

I’ve flown, myself, and I had pride, that Man had conquered flight,
While He who rules the Heavens smiled in humor at the sight,
And held His hand to guide us, as we reached out in trying,
He lifted us, as we did Him, for “Look at me! I’m flying!”

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . November 9, 2005

10 posted on 04/24/2006 9:24:48 PM PDT by NicknamedBob (I don't want a World with empty dreams ... Dump the 1967 Outer Space Treaty Now!...Farm Mars!)
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To: NicknamedBob

Beautiful! Thanks so much Bob.

I remember when Frost did the reading for Kennedy. ;)

We have similar habits when it comes to writing, anything I can lay my hands on. We have to ready when the muse visits.


11 posted on 04/24/2006 9:29:13 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

This is very lovely Knitting, thanks so much.


12 posted on 04/24/2006 9:29:52 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

Sweet dreams everyone.

13 posted on 04/24/2006 9:45:33 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: Lady Jag

And to think I'm Great Grandmother to the entire lot of them.

14 posted on 04/25/2006 5:36:55 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

U.S. President John F. Kennedy said,
"History is a relentless master. It has no present,
only the past rushing into the future. To try to
hold fast is to be swept aside."


Today is Tuesday, April 25, the 115th day of 2006 with 250 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The evening stars
are Mars and Saturn.


15 posted on 04/25/2006 6:36:56 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

On this date in history:


In 1507, German geographer and mapmaker Martin Waldseemuller
published a book in which he named the newly discovered
continent of the New World "America" after the man he
mistakenly thought had discovered it, Italian navigator
Amerigo Vespucci.

In 1859, ground was broken for the Suez Canal at Port Said,
Egypt.

In 1862, Union forces captured New Orleans during the Civil
War.

In 1898, the U.S. Congress formally declared war on Spain
in the battle over Cuba.

In 1901, the state of New York became the first state to
require license plates on automobiles.

In 1945, delegates of 46 countries gathered in San Francisco
to organize a permanent United Nations.

In 1962, Ranger 4 landed on the moon.

In 1967, the first law legalizing abortion in the United
States was signed into law by Colorado Gov. John Arthur
Love.

In 1982, Israel turned over the final third of the occupied
Sinai Peninsula to Egypt under the Camp David peace agreement.

In 1990, Discovery astronauts released the $1.5 billion
Hubble Space Telescope into orbit. The telescope was later
determined to be flawed, prompting another space mission to
repair it.

Also in 1990, Violeta Chamorro assumed the Nicaraguan
presidency, ending more than a decade of leftist Sandinista
rule.

In 1991, the United States announced its first financial
aid to Hanoi since the 1960s: $1 million to make artificial
limbs for Vietnamese disabled during the war.

In 1992, Pentagon officials said an airman was missing and
two others were injured after a U.S. Air Force C-130
drug-interdiction aircraft was fired on by Peruvian jets.

In 1993, an estimated 300,000 people took part in a gay
rights march on the National Mall in Washington.

In 1994, the Japanese Diet elected Tsutomu Hata as prime
minister.


In 1995, regular season play by major league baseball teams
got under way, the first official action since the longest
strike in sports history began in August 1994.

In 1997, a federal district court in Greensboro, N.C.,
ruled the Food and Drug Administration had the power to
regulate the distribution, sale and use of tobacco products.

In 1998, first lady Hillary Rodham Clinton testified via
videotape for the Little Rock, Ark., grand jury in the
Whitewater land case.

In 2000, the Vermont House of Representatives approved a
measure legalizing "civil unions" among same sex couples.
The governor signed the bill into law, making Vermont the
first state in the nation to give homosexual couples the
same legal status as heterosexual married couples.

In 2001, the Japanese Diet elected Junichiro Koizumi, a
former Health and Welfare minister, as the country's
prime minister.

In 2002, Crown Prince Abdullah of Saudi Arabia presented
President George W. Bush with an Israeli-Palestinian
peace proposal and reportedly warned Bush that the United
States must do more to stop Israeli incursions in
Palestinian territory or lose credibility in the Middle
East.

In 2003, Chinese health officials closed a second hospital
and ordered about 4,000 people in Beijing to stay home as
the number of cases and deaths from severe acute
respiratory syndrome, or SARS, continued to surge in
the country.

Also in 2003, Farouk Hijazi, the former director of
external operations for Iraqi intelligence and a former
ambassador to Tunisia and Turkey, was captured. Hijazi
was believed by the U.S. government to have helped plan
the failed 1993 assassination attempt on former President
George H.W. Bush in Kuwait.

In 2004, hundreds of victims in the North Korea train
explosion were reported being treated in an ill-equipped
hospital lacking both beds and medical equipment. The
United States offered help in the wake of the blast that
killed at least 161 people and injured about 1,300 others.

In 2005, U.S. President George W. Bush and Prince
Abdullah of Saudi Arabia met with skyrocketing oil
prices topping the agenda.

Also in 2005, the crash of a Japanese commuter train
near Osaka killed more than 70 people and injured more
than 300 others.



16 posted on 04/25/2006 6:40:06 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
Nice new thread, Bent One!


17 posted on 04/25/2006 8:12:47 AM PDT by Lady Jag ((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
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To: bentfeather

18 posted on 04/25/2006 8:51:50 AM PDT by Lady Jag ((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
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To: Lady Jag

O, wonderful graphic!


Thank You.



Spring cleaning in the Lair.

New Threads
Dusting the cobwebs,
shaking the rugs,
turning things over
clearing out the dredge
installing with care
diaphanous cloths
for plenty of light
and paving the way
for a poet's flight.


bf


19 posted on 04/25/2006 8:55:48 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: Lady Jag

OMG that poor cat, preggers again.


20 posted on 04/25/2006 8:58:21 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
Spring Cleaning

by Susan Reiner

March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.


21 posted on 04/25/2006 9:20:43 AM PDT by Lady Jag ((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
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To: Lady Jag

That poem is so pretty. I have not read it before now. Thanks.


22 posted on 04/25/2006 10:01:27 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

A new thread is like a new season. In that light, this poem is for this new spring in the Lair.


Seedling

So small it was, just a tiny emerald tinted shoot,
its stem pushing up through earth with pride.
Struggling with its birth, unwilling to hide,
seemingly fearless of grazer, or a wayward boot.

Its leaves unfurled like a pair of leafy fists,
ready to take on life itself, a scrapper so small.
A bit of vibrant life, daring to rise to Nature’s call,
sun seeker, rain drinker, proving it exists.


23 posted on 04/25/2006 10:21:25 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Seedling, lovely poem. Thank you.


24 posted on 04/25/2006 10:32:09 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

I get poetic when we have a spring. Someone said last week that this was our first in 7 years. I thought it had only been 3 or 4.


25 posted on 04/25/2006 11:40:02 AM PDT by Lady Jag ((,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸Ooooh...I think I over-medicated¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸))
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To: bentfeather

Good Evening, Ms Feather!


26 posted on 04/25/2006 4:48:33 PM PDT by tomkow6 (....coming this FRIDAY...to a Canteen near you...........Camp Run-A-Muk.....CIRCUS!!!!!!!!)
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To: tomkow6

Good evening, Tom.


27 posted on 04/25/2006 5:16:00 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

Dream a little ~ Love a lot.
See you all tomorrow.

28 posted on 04/25/2006 7:19:31 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Hello Ms. Feather - always nice to hear from you. Hope all is well. We've been busy - not sure where the time goes or if we use it wisely. . . it's 10:20 here and it's cooled down all the way to 79 degrees. augghh!

*HUGS*


29 posted on 04/25/2006 7:21:20 PM PDT by WVJudyInJupiter
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To: bentfeather

A kiss,
soft as the caress of a zephyr,
warm as body heat,
and engraved deep within a soul.


30 posted on 04/25/2006 7:48:26 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WVJudyInJupiter
Hi Judy, nice to see you!

We've had a cool down as well with rain.

It's really beautiful here now. The Magnolias are blooming as well as the Japanese Quince and a multitude of other flowering shrubs.

*HUGS* to you as well.;)
31 posted on 04/25/2006 7:55:04 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN

WOO HOO!

Warming it up in here again. ;)

Lovely poem.


32 posted on 04/25/2006 7:56:09 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Just somethig for all the lovely ladies here


33 posted on 04/25/2006 7:59:24 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

A kiss, soft as velvet
warm as a summer night
and the smell of jasmine
etched in my memory
sparkling as rhinestones
on a Western Singers jacket.

bf


34 posted on 04/25/2006 7:59:53 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Yes, of course. And to think I took it personal. ROTFLOL


35 posted on 04/25/2006 8:01:05 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Loves Flames by a Fire

In the light of a fires soft glow she lays stretched out like a big cat on the rug with me.
She moves in sensual grace, flexing her gold toned body in the soft heat of the fire.
Her face holds total satisfaction, as she flexes across the hearth rug in pleasure.
Her eyes are open but she doesn’t see, her breath comes fast yet shallow.
Ecstasy is replaced by deep peace, her mind still roiling in loves turmoil.
Time is frozen into the pulse of life, and the fire of nerves at their peak.
Softly she collapses, shuddering in her reaction even as I enfold her in my arms.
Gone is the storm, the lightening of the soul, we are chained by loves soft bounds.


36 posted on 04/25/2006 8:07:35 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Question...Do you ever write listening to the blues??


Oh man, I love to do that. Just put those Ol Blues on a go for it.


37 posted on 04/25/2006 8:08:38 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Whew, we had better switch to motorcycle riding! EGads!




Steam is so thick in here I cannot see you! ;)


Cut that out, dang!ROTFLOL!


38 posted on 04/25/2006 8:11:30 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Well now, baby here I sit in this bar
with no bucks for another drink...

Man I got the blues
Man I got the blues

deep down toenail blues
the red kind...

you don't know if it's day or night
and don't care either way

cause the blues got a hold on you
don't notice the dirt floor
but just wanna lay down and die

Cause baby, I got the blues
Baby I got the blues

they ain't gonna leave anytime soon
they are running cold like a spring brook
dark grey skies cold and damp in the soul

Cause baby, I got the blues

I lost my shoes one night
down the street in one of those blues bars
New Orleans can be one cold lonely place
when your wearing nothing but the blues.


bentfeather (c) 04.25.06










39 posted on 04/25/2006 8:23:23 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Roadhouse Blues

He sat on an otherwise empty stage, a solo star,
in a tarpaper sided roadside bar closed for the night,
and picked the worn nylon strings of his old guitar,
venting his silent rage in each note with all his might.

Soulful, reaching, dragging memories out of the very air,
as he played from his heart alone, and fought the demons of his mind.
Bittersweet the music and the moods it evoked in him there,
and set the night alive, to dreams he thought he’d left behind.

His audience was made up of Father Time and the Fates doing downtime,
and the music of that soul held a power that flowed out among the stars.
God and all the Angles had the tables on the left, tapping their foot to mark the time.
and the music left a better place for the passing of its roiling current in that empty bar.

The last haunting note was hanging in the quiet air of dawn for so long,
and the tired worn player sat his guitar down and stood listening to the night.
He thought he heard clapping, and he swore he heard the echoes of his song,
and as he slowly walked from that ancient stage, he wore a unseen halo’d light.


40 posted on 04/25/2006 8:29:28 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Fantastic!! WOW really good!


41 posted on 04/25/2006 8:31:38 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

Okay, I am going to stroll into the Black, Warm, Velvet of Sleep.


42 posted on 04/25/2006 8:49:21 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

Okay, I am going to stroll into the Black, Warm, Velvet of Sleep.


43 posted on 04/25/2006 8:49:26 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Nighty night


44 posted on 04/25/2006 8:50:55 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: bentfeather

Nighty night


45 posted on 04/25/2006 8:51:40 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: All

The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.


46 posted on 04/26/2006 3:54:11 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

The Valley Of Unrest
by Edgar Allan Poe

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.


47 posted on 04/26/2006 3:55:29 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Quote from Dr. Joyce Brothers,


"The best proof of love is trust."




Today is Wednesday, April 26, the 116th day of 2006 with 249
to follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The evening stars
are Mars and Saturn.


48 posted on 04/26/2006 6:04:08 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: Lady Jag

Good afternoon, Lady.

49 posted on 04/26/2006 9:47:47 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Good to hear from you.

Oh, how I miss Spring 'up there' - the crocus, dogwood, redbud, forsythia, iris, daffodils, May apples - real plants, real grass, real trees! Enjoy them all!


50 posted on 04/26/2006 10:18:30 AM PDT by WVJudyInJupiter
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