~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]

Hello,

Your poem is a pondering work.

Peace as you posted earlier on this thread.

I have visited your site.

[Old Sarge]

Did you know something about your mother?

Mothers, of all ages and sizes, have wings.
You didn't know, that they had these things?
How did you ever think they do it all,
the gentle noises they make, when you fall
and bruised your knee as a kid,
The wings made those quiet sounds - they did!

When Mothers seem to be all places at once,
their wings carried them - I had this hunch,
when I thought I saw Momma in three different ways,
being nine seperate places on three seperate days.

Cleaning and cooking and bustling with a shout,
Did you really think that's what a Mother's about?
A Mother-wing can't be seen, but it's felt,
No better equipment has ever been dealt,
for Mother-wings fly, and can shelter and save,
and can whomp on your bottom if you misbehave,

But Mother-wings are only from Heaven above,
on loan from an angel, presented with love,
and are issued with each little child in arm,
so that Mothers can work without causing alarm,

So, listen in silence, when your thoughts are on her,
because, even tho' she's near or far, do not stir
if, just by your ear you hear fluttering, you
will know it's just Mother-wings - watching for you.

(c) 05-09-04 by JSR

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Sam, lovely gospel tunes today.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh Sarge, wonderful work today, thank you so much.

Tears in my eyes. Kiitos=Thank You in Finnish.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my gosh, I just found Frankie Laine!! WOW WOW!

Thanks so much!!!!!!!!!!

Oh how I love his voice.

[_akaMycal]

Mother's Day track from Turtle Bend!!!

[Soaring Feather]

[Soaring Feather]

~Luther VanDross~Dance With My Father~

[NicknamedBob]

Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

Fog


THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.



Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto
Libraries.

Original text: Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1916), p. 71. PS
3537 A618C5 1916 Robarts Library.
First publication date: 1916

[NicknamedBob]

Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

Fog


THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.



Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto
Libraries.

Original text: Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1916), p. 71. PS
3537 A618C5 1916 Robarts Library.
First publication date: 1916

[NicknamedBob]

Sorry about the double post.

The first response said, "The page can not be displayed"

I knew that was Sandburg, but then, he carried a lot of weight. Broad shoulders, you know.

[SAMWolf]

Thanks NicknamedBob. The page I got the poem from didn't credit an author.

[SAMWolf]

Love his "Midnight Gambler" and "Do Not Forsake Me"

[SAMWolf]

Beautiful Old Sarge.

[NicknamedBob]

"The page I got the poem from didn't credit an author."

Is there any way you could let them know? I'm sure Sandburg would appreciate it.

You never know what influence he could still be having. Anyone who can write poems about Chicago, could possibly be putting in a good word for Earth, up in Heaven.

[NicknamedBob]

I liked your poem.

"There is a rat in separate." -- (Author unknown, at least to me.)

Try to be forgiving. Did you like the graphic that went with it? That's one of the things that makes the poetry stand out here.

Come back and bring a poem. Don't forget to sign it.

[SAMWolf]

I can see if they have a e-Mail address.

[Soaring Feather]

A Woman's Song

A Woman's Song

Hark to the heart of a woman's song!
Hark to the sound of sorrow!
Hear her wailing in the night air?
Agony so deep night creatures hear, cringe with pain!
Hark to the heart of the woman's song!

Hark to the sound of happiness...

Hear the laughing in the moor and bog of ancient days,
careening down the valleys of time.
Hark to the sound of a mother singing softly--
to the child she holds near her heart.

Oh Heart of my Heart, I love you with all my breath and life!

Heart of my Heart.

My four daughters, fair, the RJ's of my life.
When you were babes in arms, I but a child myself,
I did love and cuddle you,
sometimes I was scared, for you, for us
I could all but hold on.

Hark to the song of a woman's heart,
seasoned and tempered by assaults of life.
Salted in brine of experience and tears.
Marked by skin stretching across the bone of contention.
Of ignorance and superstition, of damnation!

Hark to the sound of a grandmother's heart
singing praise, joy, happiness,
for the battle was worth it.

HML
bentfeather
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[Soaring Feather]

Color Me Green Not In-Between

It matters not my shade is green...

Butterflies are not in-between...

shades of grey or montone ...

Hue of color flashes of green...

Sunsets in Aruba Will never be the same....

bentfeather©
04/03
Click the last butterfly if you wish.......

[snippy_about_it]

Nice poem. Thanks for the ping.