~The Dragon Flies' Lair Thread XI~

April 17, 2004 | bentfeather, and poets of the Dragon Flies' 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 guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

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©

[Soaring Feather]

~Whispering In the Dark~
~Good night poets.~
~Dream a little~ Love a lot~

[_akaMycal]

im not interested in apologies or creating hurt
the internet has turned everyone into theives

its ok to steal... as long as you dont get caught

perhaps if i post some stolen poetry on my site
without crediting the creator youll better understand
my feelings

[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 I...

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©

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

~Josh Groban~You Raise Me Up~

[Soaring Feather]

[Soaring Feather]

My Star

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me, therefore I love it.

-- Robert Browning

[Soaring Feather]

A spirit of harmony
in a peaceful space
of amazement and wonderment
stands in awe before
a prophesied gentler love.

Thus, I shall gaze upon
nights of the lion's destruction
and desire moves
through the raging storm...

bentfeather
a/k/a MHL
Copyright ©12/23/2003
All Rights Reserved

Click the graphic if you wish....

[_akaMycal]

[Soaring Feather]

~A Classic Poet Today~

A Musical Instrument
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.

High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.

"This is the way," laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
"The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed."
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, --
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.

[Soaring Feather]

Click the graphic if you wish...

[Soaring Feather]

Happy Mother's Day Ladies.

[Soaring Feather]

Loyalty

Loyalty promised
loyalty kept
my oath to you
honor 'til death
do us part...
we share one heart
one love to keep
serendipities awesome kiss
this is ours to reap...

bentfeather
All Rights Reserved © 2003

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

FOG



The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Author Unknown

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day
to our Military Mom's

[snippy_about_it]

My Mother's Garden



My mother kept a garden, a garden of the heart, She planted all the good things that gave my life its start

She turned me to the sunshine and encouraged me to dream, Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem

And when the winds and rain came, she protected me enough, But not too much because she knew I'd need to be strong and tough.

Her constant good example always taught me right from wrong; Markers for my pathway that will last a lifetime long.

I am my Mother's garden. I am her legacy- And I hope today she feels the love reflected back from me.

Author Unknown

[Soaring Feather]

Oh thank you so much snippy, absolutely beautiful.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Sam for remembering our Military mothers.

Some gave all.

[Soaring Feather]

I have always loved this Fog poem, Sam. The graphic is beautiful.

I have not gotten to the tunes yet, but you can bet I grabbed a cup of coffee and a donut as I swung by the counter in the Lair's kitchen. :-)