The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XLIV

November 03, 2007 | Soaring Feather/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]

New Thread Ping

[WayzataJOHNN]

Oh goodie, a new place to play!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh goodie, a new place to play!


Brought to you by: The Glory of Up State NY.

[WayzataJOHNN]

WOW,
Talk about your riot of color!

[Soaring Feather]

Love's Philosophy


The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?


See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What is all this sweet work worth,
If thou kiss not me?


-- Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Soaring Feather]

It is beautiful isn’t it?? It’s the Sugar Maples that are the reds and oranges, and some yellows mixed in.

[Soaring Feather]

Goodnight everyone.


My valiant knight
thy furrowed brow
tell stories not spoken
but hangs heavy as your cloak
hanging from slumping shoulders
war worn, tired from bloody battle


of clashing blades, slashing swords,
yet holding forth a stalwart posture
of honor while bent from battle
on this night-come my knight
to your maiden's chambers tower
high away from the clamor
to the midnight hour of magic moments


Lay thy bloodied beaten head
upon the softness of my bed
and lay in peace 'til the cock doth crow
then off to battle thou must go


White Knight honor to uphold
bravely striding before the fold
leading your company to victory
and bestow your world with fealty...


bentfeather /Soaring Feather

[maine-iac7]

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, and Welcome to The Dragonflies’Lair. Nice to have you here, please continue to come by, we poets love a full house.

Lovely picture, brilliant reds.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Oh-oh, new blood! Welcome, glad to see you here. Are you a poet, a reader. or an as yet undiscovered graphic artist???

[WayzataJOHNN]

Another Life, Another Time

Tis the verdant green of the valleys I miss the most I think
Where the mild summer winds carry the many scents of life
And the lovely river runs slowly to the Irish Sea tumbling so rife
Where the long grasses move like waves into which we sink

Cool grass bower and shade of an ancient tree shelter us sweet
As we love the day away in a timeless moment just for we two
Holding each other with passion as all lovers are aching to do
Not realizing how such moments are both temporary and so fleet

Rolling hills about us, and we together reach beyond them so high
Our hearts are fused in need and pleasant exploration as we burn
For such is the manner of love, such is the way of all hearts turn
And so we fill the day with expectations under a cerulean sky

As evening touched the edge of day we walk the long road home
And by the hearth we remembered the day for it was our first
Even now it remains bright, the memory of our love’s thirst
When we made the pact and kept it good, there on Erin’s loam

Time washes so much away yet it remains so very clear
And the magic we knew of each other is still there fair I say
Though you are gone and I so many thousands of miles away
I hold onto the memory still burning within so sweet and clear

[maine-iac7]

Are you a poet, a reader. or an as yet undiscovered graphic artist???

Well, kinda. I'm a retired (writer, photog, artist) ole gramma, except for continuing to write a column and painting family portraits, including my kit-kat

[Knitting A Conundrum]

First Kiss

Their eyes meet there in full moon light, something not so rare
But this night something’s different here, and there’s magic in the air.
“Is the summer breeze always this alive?” she softly wonders there,
Something in his eyes speak to her soul, a challenge and a dare
that keeps her from moving.

There under the spreading cherry tree, beneath the warm moonlight,
He looks into those blue-grey eyes, stormy, warm and bright,
Here at the place where it all began, where he woke up to the sight
Of these two eyes that needed him to help her make things right,
To be her protector.

A touch, a sigh, the moment comes when there’s no turning back
As midnight dawns a lover’s light to chase away the black —
The sounds, the scents, the moonlight all join in one attack
To bind the fears that held them in a lonely loveless track
Of self-imposed angst.

Spinning, spinning round them as soft as lover’s sigh
Auras raised by passion reach out to kiss the sky
A brush of lips, electric fire make red and pink sparks fly
Bright fireworks build of love and need that sparkle in the eye
Of those who have the sight to see.

[WayzataJOHNN]

“I’m a retired (writer, photog, artist) ole gramma”

ahhhhhhhhhhhh, a seasoned writer, visual artist, and Second Class-Angel. (Still an Angel, just no wings...yet.) Yep, you got all the good stuff working for you!!!

;^)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Nice, visual, and intimate! You have a nice combination working here, I like this a lot.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Well off to bed, early riser tomorrow, things to do and people to speak to.

Later ya all

[Knitting A Conundrum]

I have turned into a narrative poet.

Got more, but most of it would require some explanation if you aren’t familiar with the characters

But if anyone is interested, most of it, including the novel, most of it can be found here:

http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php/u/Knittingknots

[NY Attitude]

There is no telling about the wondrous feeling one experiences from getting an hour of extra sleep. Hopefully birds are singing merrily just outside your bedroom window to alert you to another grand and glorious day.

Today’s virtual breakfast offerings are:
- Southern style biscuits and gravy
- Sausage patties or links
- Country fried potatoes
- Angel wings waffles
- Assorted fresh fruit
- Assorted juices
- Yogurt
- Sticky cinnamon buns
- Milk
- Columbian coffee
Bon Appetit

Chef Tude

As we open our eyes and greet the day
we should look to the heavens and pray
and rejoice in the wonders that abound
and thank the Lord we are still above ground
to enjoy all of life’s mysteries as they unfold
and treat them as if they are gold
and cherish them as we get old.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!

My goodness, what a wonderful surprise, fabulous poetry, and a delicious Brunch Menu.

[Soaring Feather]

First Kiss

WOW, I absolutely adore this work. Thank you.

I followed the link you posted and will be spending time there reading.

[Soaring Feather]

Another Life, Another Time

Well, Johnn, I guess you’ve made your way into Glen Gaul Way, wonderful poem.

[Soaring Feather]

As we open our eyes and greet the day
we should look to the heavens and pray
and rejoice in the wonders that abound
and thank the Lord we are still above ground
to enjoy all of life’s mysteries as they unfold
and treat them as if they are gold
and cherish them as we get old.


Lovely.

[Soaring Feather]

The Dragonflies' Lair Anthology

[NY Attitude]

:-D

[maine-iac7]

(Still an Angel, just no wings...yet.)

hmmm, well, that's okay/ Angels dont' have wings - they have brilliant, vibrating rays of ethereal energy emanating from them...mistaken for wings (got lots of angel paintings floating around in my head - will get them onto canvas when they decide it's time... :o) ..)

[Soaring Feather]

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

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

~ Links to all threads.~

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[MEG33]

1 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121: 1-2

Happy Lord's Day To The Lair

[MEG33]

Lovely, NYA..Amen!

Sausage,biscuits and gravy for me!

[Lady Jag]

As we open our eyes and greet the day
we should look to the heavens and pray
and rejoice in the wonders that abound
and thank the Lord we are still above ground
to enjoy all of life’s mysteries as they unfold

All mornings are blessings once we get over the shock.

[NY Attitude]

LOL.

[NY Attitude]

Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Lord’s Day to you Meg! Absolutely beautiful presentation, thank you.

My favorite Psalm!

[MEG33]

More Coffee! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

We could play Reveille Rock for her.hehehehehehe Oooops I think she is throwing something at us. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Post 24 is The Dragonflies’Anthology, if you mouse around in the black it will show a hand, so just click... I don’t know why this is not showing up, I changed font colors a dozen times.

If that does not work here is the link.

http://dragonflieslair.com/

[Lady Jag]

Sweet Dreams And Happy Memories

Sweet dreams and happy memories, A love that's good and true; A home to care for tenderly; A song to sing that's new Sweet dreams and happy memories And friends to join in mirth Some tears to give to those who die, And smiles to greet each birth. Sweet dreams and happy memories, To win a game or two. The faith to know that Spring will come, The strength to wait it through. Sweet dreams and happy memories, To do what there's to do For joy is living day to day, To make sweet dreams come true. Doris Reed Tietz

 

[MEG33]

I know it is ! Thank you..Looks like I may have to turn the A/C back on this week..We are heading back to the 80s.

[NY Attitude]

That’s okay as long as she doesn’t reach for her gun. LOL.

[MEG33]

Indeed..Love the poem and the graphic is adorable.

[Soaring Feather]

Kathy, here's your trumpets. HUGS!!! Enjoy!!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Sweet Dreams And Happy Memories

Aw, sweet poem, love the graphic, thank you.

How you doing today?? Weather has been great until now, looks like clouds moving in.

[Soaring Feather]

WHAT????? LOL our high is going to be 49, but as I just mentioned to the Lady, it has been a glorious day.

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

it'snot fair!

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL, didn’t extra hour of sleep today?

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL, didn’t extra hour of sleep today?========

ROTFLOL, didn’t extra hour of sleep today help you out!!

[MEG33]

..It’s 79 and so inviting!..I cut down a volunteer nandina at the back and have also done my last sawing off of a limb of a large bush at the front..I think my sawing limbs off on that bush from a step ladder is what started my back seige..

I had to get it away from the house and gutters and low enough that I could use a step stool instead of a ladder to trim it. It has thick glossy leaves and I made an arrangement to put on the hearth..and one small one for the kitchen.. I had left one limb too tall..but did not dare touch a saw for awhile!

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Work in progress.

This is a sad piece, a piece in a long story I’m writing, a song sung by a woman who falls in love with someone she knows her family will be angry about, but she has chosen to be with him anyway (it’s kind of based on a traditional Japanese story highly modified for my purposes)

O Moon, shining white,
moving through the night alone,
fading out the stars
until all we see are you.

You see me, O Moon,
Standing in the shadows cast
Only by your light,
waiting alone, wrapped in white.

Trapped like you I run
Down the path that fate has picked,
My heart in his hands,
He knows not what he has caught.

My brothers must hate
what destiny has wrought here,
Human heart holds mine,
My joy is marred with sadness.

O Moon, lend me light,
to purify my sadness,
to bring my heart joy
so that I might be his bride.

Her song will be overheard by her youngest brother who will tell his other brothers, and when he does, bad things will happen.

I’m probably going to tweak it some more.

[Lady Jag]

Bridge, The

I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church-tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay, And the current that came from the ocean Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The seaweed floated wide. And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers, A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears. How often, oh, how often, In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnight And gazed on that wave and sky! How often, oh, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O'er the ocean wild and wide! For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me. Yet whenever I cross the river On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odor of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years. And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then. I see the long procession Still passing to and fro, The young heart hot and restless, And the old subdued and slow! And forever and forever, As long as the river flows, As long as the heart has passions, As long as life has woes; The moon and its broken reflection And its shadows shall appear, As the symbol of love in heaven, And its wavering image here. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow