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The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread ~ XXXIII
Soaring Feather/ Poets of The Dragonflies' Lair
| February 10, 2007
| Soaring Feather
Posted on 02/11/2007 7:01:41 PM PST 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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TOPICS: Humor; Music/Entertainment; Poetry; Society
KEYWORDS: dragonfly; glengaulway; lair; poetry; songlyrics
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posted on
02/11/2007 7:05:21 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar, cause I can....)
To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; fatima; HopeandGlory; NY Attitude; stephenjohnbanker; starbase; ...
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posted on
02/11/2007 7:09:31 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar, cause I can....)
To: All
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posted on
02/11/2007 7:27:09 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar, cause I can....)
To: Soaring Feather
Kisses in Twilight
The dragonfly so deftly seems to hover in its flight,
And haunts the dusky twilight without dread of coming night.
It searches out a flower and inspects it for perfection,
And then it stamps approval with the lightest genuflection.
Approaching with a silent tread to perform a quiet duty,
It touches down upon the fragile thing of evanescent beauty.
Respectfully, it nears and then descends upon the tip,
With half-a-dozen kisses on the powder-covered lip.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . December 19, 2004
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posted on
02/11/2007 7:34:33 PM PST
by
NicknamedBob
(Sign says, "No dogs allowed -- except seeing-eye dogs" Why don't they put that sign down lower?)
To: NicknamedBob
It's beautiful Bob, thank you. The poem is so delicate.
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posted on
02/11/2007 8:08:07 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(I Soar, cause I can....)
To: Soaring Feather; NicknamedBob
Hmmmm....browsing the forum list, I saw a new Dragonflies' Lair thread and thought I'd try to come up with something for the first page.
I opened the thread, read Ms. Feather's signature piece, then moved on down to Bob's offering.
If y'all need me, I just filled the bin with lots of paper and I'm going to the store for another ream. I'll be busy for a month trying to come even halfway close to Bob's masterpiece.
IOW, Bob, that is truly beautiful. Well done.
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posted on
02/11/2007 8:30:30 PM PST
by
HiJinx
(Ask me about support for our troops!)
To: HiJinx; Soaring Feather
Oh, that old thing? -- But what have I done lately?
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posted on
02/11/2007 8:39:04 PM PST
by
NicknamedBob
(Sign says, "No dogs allowed -- except seeing-eye dogs" Why don't they put that sign down lower?)
To: NicknamedBob; Soaring Feather
But what have I done lately? Well, I could go looking...
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posted on
02/11/2007 8:48:15 PM PST
by
HiJinx
(Ask me about support for our troops!)
To: Soaring Feather
Here I am!!!!! ;^)
Nice place, think I'll hang around and spout off a bit.
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posted on
02/11/2007 8:52:34 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: HiJinx; Soaring Feather
" Well, I could go looking..."Sure you could ...
Stone
Stolid, and solid, and silent,
It waits. It sleeps and waits.
Begrudgingly, it moves aside,
With force that penetrates.
Then it settles down again,
With glaring slow disdain.
And when the time is right,
It rushes to cause pain.
How savage is its stony heart,
How lonesome its non-life.
How dull the intellect that forms,
When stone is made a knife.
Abrasion takes the edge away,
Except for certain classes,
Dark of heart and smooth to touch,
Fine-edged obsidian glasses.
Not just one thing but many,
As is our flesh and bone,
Be careful that the heart in you,
Is not one made of stone.
NicknamedBob . . . February 11, 2007
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posted on
02/11/2007 8:54:11 PM PST
by
NicknamedBob
(Sign says, "No dogs allowed -- except seeing-eye dogs" Why don't they put that sign down lower?)
To: Soaring Feather
Gathered Along the Way
Mist silent soft swirls in soft curtains in the mind
revealing, and concealing, all that we might find
like a magic lantern show of memories sublime
in delicate shades of thought, on the screen of time
A glimpse, and then it’s gone, as if never there
yet it remains with us, stored within with care
moments stored, images of life and strife’s bite
and we sort them out throughout the night
A cornucopia of remembered things, some so clear
and each we keep, for each cost us, oh so very dear
such is the treasures of this passage we endure now
from there to then, in spite of all, we make it, somehow
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posted on
02/11/2007 9:38:31 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
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posted on
02/11/2007 9:42:20 PM PST
by
NicknamedBob
(Sign says, "No dogs allowed -- except seeing-eye dogs" Why don't they put that sign down lower?)
To: NicknamedBob
Thank you, thank you very much, I'll be here for three shows a night until Thursday, and remember to try the Veal. ;^)
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posted on
02/11/2007 10:13:34 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; NicknamedBob; HiJinx; NY Attitude; stephenjohnbanker; EsmeraldaA; ...
Good morning everyone.
To: NicknamedBob
Stone
Thanks Bob, for your poem. Very interesting.
To: WayzataJOHNN
Gathered Along the Way, is exquisite work, I see wisps of gossamer floating around in a gentle breeze, stirring up vague, yet beautiful memories, some more obscure than others.
Well done.
To: Soaring Feather
Good morning, oh soaring one!
To: stephenjohnbanker
Ah, yes, and happy Monday to you. ;)
To: HiJinx
Always nice to see you in the Lair.
Bring your reams of paper
sharpen your pencils thin
when the muse flutters by
grab her on a whim
jot down those inspiring lines
build them one by one
listen very carefully for the wind
she is singing you a song
feel the warmth of inspiration
in the Lair, just on a whim.
SF
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