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~The Dragon Flies Lair~
Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

Posted on 08/27/2003 5:11:10 PM PDT by Soaring Feather

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To: Rhyminsimon
I like your poetry, simon.
51 posted on 09/02/2003 8:35:36 AM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: bentfeather
I like your back yard too. So lush and all, just like you.
52 posted on 09/02/2003 8:38:32 AM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: BrokenArrow
Broken Arrow, hello, this is it.
53 posted on 09/02/2003 8:39:53 AM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: My back yard
So lush and all, just like you.

You do know that I meant that in the most generic, nicest way.
54 posted on 09/02/2003 8:41:36 AM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: My back yard
Good morning darlin'!!

LOL

My back yard is a lush place. I have more pics of my fiddle head ferns and bird baths.
55 posted on 09/02/2003 8:54:58 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: My back yard; BrokenArrow; Graewoulf

In this place serene
I sit and dream
of white knights
brave and bold
painting pictures
in the psyche cold
and
touch the nose of
serendipity in repose
rouse her in her place of rest
and put her magic to the test...

56 posted on 09/02/2003 9:21:51 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
Don't have a poem for ya, but Howdy Missey.
Trying to stay dry today.
57 posted on 09/02/2003 9:45:02 AM PDT by BrokenArrow (“I rather preferred a dragon”)
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To: BrokenArrow
Howdy yourself!!!

Happy to have you stop around.

We had a soggy wet day yesterday, and not much better today, Gloomy no sun.
58 posted on 09/02/2003 9:50:31 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
rouse her in her place of rest
and put her magic to the test...


I like that poem too. I like it very very much.
59 posted on 09/02/2003 10:59:30 AM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: My back yard
Oh My,
Thank you I say
To the nicest thing
I have heard all day...



Nay this and nay that
She said to me and
With each phrase
She set me free

My heart urged me
To go to a rooftop high
For I at last knew
That I could fly

So I bounded up twenty flights
Taking the stairs two at a time
I stood on the roof’s edge
Gasping for breath, and new rhyme

Second guessing the wings of love
I jumped up, flapping like a bird
And fell back to the roof, in disgust
It wasn’t as easy as I had heard

I looked out over the city, and
Looked for a far off backyard gate
Through which my love with
Magical, gossamer wings did wait

I decided that, the magic, was just that
With her too far away, it was faith that I lacked
60 posted on 09/02/2003 11:39:33 AM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon; My back yard; bentfeather
Correction:

Nay this and nay that
She said to me
With each phrase
She set me free
61 posted on 09/02/2003 11:53:46 AM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: My back yard
I see on your tagline
Two good lines of prose
Written by a master
In two lines, it shows

Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?

Is this not then, the appointed time?
Perhaps, we have no way of knowing.

62 posted on 09/02/2003 12:05:50 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: My back yard
I see on your tagline
Two good lines of prose
Written by a master
In two lines, it shows

Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?

Is this not then, the appointed time?
Perhaps, we have no way of knowing.

63 posted on 09/02/2003 12:05:53 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
I hate it when that happens
I feel like such a schmuck
A double post because of a twitch
Is a terrible stroke of luck
64 posted on 09/02/2003 12:09:43 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon; My back yard; BrokenArrow
ah she set you free...
did she?
These words I give to thee.

Sentimental scenes
picture thoughts with you
in my memory and
loving you is my desire
very still...

65 posted on 09/02/2003 12:11:11 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: Rhyminsimon
I feel like such a schmuck
without much luck
a double post is not
the day lost
nay a fluke of internet mystery
is to blame
66 posted on 09/02/2003 12:15:01 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: bentfeather
Sentimental scenes
picture thoughts with you
in my memory and
loving you is my desire
very still...

...My heart is,
As I sit here and wait
In my mind.
Playing the scene
Again and again
From our dream...

Of when I
Walked on a cloud
And entered
your gate


67 posted on 09/02/2003 12:27:11 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
Of when I
Walked on a cloud
And entered
your gate

Through the swinging gate
I take my flight without
thought of
constraining folk
or reining in a spirit free
oh air of freedom sing to me
in early morn or dusks dim light
shed the scales binding thee
Let poetry sing...
far wide and filled with glee
Sing your song poet
you are free


68 posted on 09/02/2003 12:47:10 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: bentfeather
Ha ha ha!
You make me laugh
When so
on the mark
you hit

I don’t knoweth
If I can taketh it
To the level
That you
speaketh of

There is a wall
Around this fire
For a reason
My dearest

Nevertheless
It is true
I do feel
somewhat free

And I liketh
Very Much
Hearing the
Words from thee!


69 posted on 09/02/2003 1:05:24 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: bentfeather
Reptiles and Insects


See the Dragon fly!
But where does he go?
Or is it a she-dragon?
How would one know?

Does the Dragon Lie?
Then the Dragon is a liar!
Where is this lair of a liar?
Or does the Dragon just lay?

If this Dragon,
All spiney and gray,
Comes a dragging this a-way,
What can I tell it?
What can I say?

Does the Dragon roar,
As in folk tales?
Or does it just slither
Along on its scales?

It would be so simple,
So quiet and serene,
If only this reptile
Was an insect instead.

70 posted on 09/02/2003 1:13:09 PM PDT by Graewoulf
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To: Graewoulf
Oh tortured
Invasion of
Nightmare into dream

It can’t be so
NO NO NO

When I in my mind
see this dragon fly,
reposed in her lair

I have visions of
Her Beauty, charm
And no bugs are there!
71 posted on 09/02/2003 1:23:12 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
awwww you sing in riddle poet
just like me

yes, I sing my songs wild and free
teachers and preachers bother me
And this wall of fire constraining thee
what is this thing you speak of poet
some vow made long ago
that holds no water in the now
save only the oath uttered low
one summer eve years ago

Fire does drive an engine, tis true
and I ask who art thou poet
guarding your bones by fire
better yet in pale dewy moon light
blinking fireflies shining bright
lighting up the darkest night
and taking wing for delight

The reason is the mystery, bard
hard fast rules listen true
I break them all as a rule
to me that's freedom wide
aways I lose some hide on my ride

PS last lines meant to rhyme only..
do not take heart!!


72 posted on 09/02/2003 1:31:54 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: Graewoulf
LoL Grae
hey, hey
we live another day
come come and let us play
flying dragon flies is wild
and blue
it's so very very good
to hear of you.
Oh, this dragonfly roars!
73 posted on 09/02/2003 1:37:04 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: Rhyminsimon
The rest of it is..

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
Thedays have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130
74 posted on 09/02/2003 1:39:48 PM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: My back yard
Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130


Wow that is beautiful writing Mby.
75 posted on 09/02/2003 2:01:02 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: bentfeather
Arghh! Muse!
She bids me to tear down a wall
This distant siren on the wind
Shall I heed her call?

But here I am
With some Anonymity
What could it hurt
To pretend to be free


And now she talks of losing hide
So little have I left
I think Ill run for the rocks
And hide within a cleft

But wait! There’s more. She says
I should not take that to heart
That’s a relief because those words
Certainly gave me a start
76 posted on 09/02/2003 2:01:07 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon; Argh; My back yard
That’s a relief because those words
Certainly gave me a start

You handle you words well
with mirth and merriment
sure I can tell
a playful muse
sometimes I own
a real clown
brow lined with frown
and
sometimes sad
and at times glad

As the world turns
night today
day to night
I walk without fright

77 posted on 09/02/2003 2:11:46 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: bentfeather
Heyyy, Miss Feather, we got a new poetry joint? Nobody ever tells me anything around here.

:^(

78 posted on 09/02/2003 2:15:28 PM PDT by Argh
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To: My back yard
Theoden, TTT, Book 1, page 130

The words are vaguely familiar,
though I have not heard the name
He is a master of allusion
Word, and verse, all the same.

79 posted on 09/02/2003 2:16:43 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: bentfeather
Methinks Milady doth call me a chicken!
80 posted on 09/02/2003 2:17:38 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Argh
Hey, hey Argh! Thanks for coming round! I'm sorry Argh. You know me my head in the clouds thingy.
81 posted on 09/02/2003 2:20:05 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: bentfeather
No sweat, Miss Feather!
82 posted on 09/02/2003 2:21:08 PM PDT by Argh
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To: Rhyminsimon
Nay, thou are no chicken.
Thou art skilled with words.
83 posted on 09/02/2003 2:21:42 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it. I say teacher.)
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To: bentfeather
“The toungue” He said,
“Is like the rudder of a ship.”

Words like your shadow, ever with you
Can be seen, when the light is shone
Better, not to utter words
That will later make you groan.
84 posted on 09/02/2003 2:30:15 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
True so true poet
as a two edged sword
and a life time to forget.

So some write in rhyme
and riddle sublime
to cover eons of time
and fractured hearts
held together
by moon beams
and thyme.

:)
85 posted on 09/02/2003 2:36:03 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: Rhyminsimon
It is JRRTolkien, the second book of the Trilogy. The Two Towers.
86 posted on 09/02/2003 2:40:02 PM PDT by My back yard (Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?)
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To: bentfeather
Back into the dream
I allow myself to descend
Into the land of fairies
Wood nymphs, with you my friend

Look! A Unicornm I think I see
I will be a dragonfly too
If that is the price I must pay
To have an adventure with you


Come, fair dragonfly dame
Let us take off together
Into the night sky
This is no game

Alright,what’s that
Some engine trouble I fear
It is the sound of consciousness
It sadly appears

But, resolute, that reality
Shall not wake me yet
I go further in to this dream
And fly like a jet

I can now see the orbs
Orange, purple and green
And many new colors
I have never before seen

Come closer my love
Let us fly so close abreast
That when you are tired
I can carry you and you can rest

Nuzzling your probiscus
Behind the shell of my head
If this flight ever ends
I’ll wish I was dead
87 posted on 09/02/2003 3:07:41 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: bentfeather
Returning from our tour
of the universe we glide
down through the clouds
and up to your gate we stride

We stand close, in communion
Saying good night at your gate
Then you offer me the couch
Saying I should not fly home so late

Just then, my ladybug friend
Out of the blue appears
And says to you, “Homewrecker”
Through her flood of tears.

I say but my little lady bug
You know you’re the only one
I try to defend my position
But I'm feeling quite undone

But of course, the lady bug
She does not really exist
Just a part of the poem;
Trying to add a new twist
88 posted on 09/02/2003 3:34:35 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
My Dragon Fly and Me II

My Dragon Fly and Me
how we do love to fly
in darkest night sky
Just me and my Dragon Fly
brushing close to those we love
in silence and hold a treasure trove
of gems and jewels wrapped
in velvet black and satin blue
trimmed in gold
a night time pleasure
held in place by unseen
antique lace
whirling as a planet old
in a color world fore told
by the brave and bold
sons of men - orcales old
coated in cold hoar
and faceless beings
spreading wings of gossamer
and creepy things
with tiny wings and
little stingers like
a scorpion that sings
oh yes, my dragon fly and me
really do get to see
to flash our color for all to see
wonders of the universe in me

Rhyminsimon... come with me...
and let me rest my head
on thy breast
surely I have passed the test
to fly at night solo or
with my company...

bentfeather
Copyright© 2003
All Rights Reserved


89 posted on 09/02/2003 3:59:33 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: Rhyminsimon
I need to step out for a couple of hours but will return to write a response to the latest work.
90 posted on 09/02/2003 4:01:53 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: bentfeather
So here I sit,
Feeling, not very cool
I went out on a limb
And danced like a fool

The limb is breaking
I think I hear the sound
I have an uneasy feeling
Looking down at the ground

Maybe it is now I shoud
extricate my self with care
Bid your thread good bye
And get out of your hair

But wait! Then you write such words
Painting velvet pictures in my head
I cannot yet tear myself away
From this Dragon’s Lair thread
91 posted on 09/02/2003 6:22:59 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
So stay a while and write
of your flight
nar be fearful of the lair
or the silver hair
and stay in the tree
if it pleases thee
or skip down to me
on the ground
readying up the dragon fly
for night

If you sit on the limb
I will guide him
to swoop you up
here with me
sitting high and sitting free
just my dragon fly and me

Truth be told for centuries
about gossamer webs
and things in
sparkling space
and placing diamonds
on my face
leaving this plane
for one where I can
become one
with my special dear

bentfeather


92 posted on 09/02/2003 6:45:28 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: bentfeather
I wrote this yesterday, perhaps I should entitle it:
"The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, and the Inane"

The clock struck
The moon rose
I thought of you
And wiggled my toes

That did not come out right
Something else, another way
Might toward me
Your heart sway

Roses are red
Violets are blue
No that’s so old
And over used.

In your eyes
I see the sparkles
Of the sun
As they dance on the sea

The sparkles in your eyes
Like sunlight dancing on the sea
Just like the earth pulls the moon
Your eyes are pulling me

Looking into your eyes
Mine, knock upon the door
Silkily, You say come in
I come and ever leave no more

As I gaze , past the gates
Your eyes, I go ever further in
I know that I want to linger
And ever more reside within

As I gaze into your eyes and
You pull me through the gates
I am drawn ever deeper in
Where eternal destiny awaits

There is no turning back
I am now, without a rudder
Lost and tossed upon the sea
The pleasure makes me shudder

93 posted on 09/02/2003 6:45:44 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
In your eyes
I see the sparkles
Of the sun
As they dance on the sea

The sparkles in your eyes
Like sunlight dancing on the sea
Just like the earth pulls the moon
Your eyes are pulling me

Looking into your eyes
Mine, knock upon the door
Silkily, You say come in
I come and ever leave no more

As I gaze , past the gates
Your eyes, I go ever further in
I know that I want to linger
And ever more reside within

As I gaze into your eyes and
You pull me through the gates
I am drawn ever deeper in
Where eternal destiny awaits

There is no turning back
I am now, without a rudder
Lost and tossed upon the sea
The pleasure makes me shudder


>You know don't you that this is lovely?<
94 posted on 09/02/2003 7:09:34 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: bentfeather
You think so? Thanks!
95 posted on 09/02/2003 7:19:19 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: bentfeather
With each time,
I read your new words
A silence afterward echos
The images and the intent

Wondering what it
Meant what you said

There are questions
But no answers needed
As we ride
on the wings of a
Magic Dragon Fly

The answers important
maybe down there

But up here, It is free
Dashing from star to star

The answers matter not
There is not even one care
Up here, drifting in space,

And no cares
In the Dragon’s lair


96 posted on 09/02/2003 7:23:57 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
But up here, It is free
Dashing from star to star

The answers matter not
There is not even one care
Up here, drifting in space,

And no cares
In the Dragon’s lair

I go not for analysis
of a poem
a poem thick with rich
and alive images
is all that is needed
what does it do for you
does it move your soul
does it color your night
from dark to bright
does it shine like
a sparkling sky
does it rhyme, no,
tell me why

When I dance a poets dance
filled with rich dreamy romance
traveling in outspace
in a fanthom world
yet alive and real
holding fantasy to surreal
in tight grip
always ready for a trip
to planets afar and away
stopping in the Milky Way
playing hide and seek
with a comets tail
oh it's grand....
leaving the land...


97 posted on 09/02/2003 8:24:29 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: bentfeather
Well, now that you put it like that...

Really beautiful stuff you have written. Your words have moved me in more than one way.

You have taken away my reason to rhyme.
I will have to get back to you in time.
98 posted on 09/02/2003 8:44:47 PM PDT by Rhyminsimon
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To: Rhyminsimon
Thanks so much for the lines today. You do very well indeed.
99 posted on 09/02/2003 8:51:39 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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To: bentfeather
#100 it's a game I play.
100 posted on 09/02/2003 8:52:24 PM PDT by Soaring Feather (Poetry lives in me and me through it.)
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