~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XII~

May 14, 2004 | bentfeather and 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 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©

[Darksheare]

Well, that's what people said about Drowning Pool when their lead OD'd on the tour bus.
The rest of the band went out and dragged some poor sap into the band and told him he was the new lead.
But, with Morphine, I don't think they'll do that.
Sandman had a baritone voice that was perfect for the band's sound.

[SAMWolf]

I thought that meetings ended after you retired. :-(

[Soaring Feather]

Well, they probably do if you don't run around joining clubs. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Frank Lloyd Wright said, "The physician can bury his
mistakes, but the architect can only advise his clients
to plant vines."

[Soaring Feather]

Contentment Looked Blue

Contentment looked blue

hope is rainbow clouds

soft sky motion

and love found

is something of value


 
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bentfeather

a/k/a HML

Copyright © 11/17/2003

All Rights Reserved

[Soaring Feather]

I went to the beach that day
because I was lonely for
the sounds of the breaking surf
the warm sun
on my back
I thought no one went to
that particular part of the beach

I was startled when you
spoke to the wind
and you lifted my hair
from the kelp

With your fingers
you traced
the Dragonfly tattoo
on my shoulder
I knew of you and
dancing in the wind
from ages past
and covered my
nakedness with kelp
best I could
and hoped you were real
and not a dream on
a hot day at the beach
with green kelp
helplessly
entangled
in your
hair

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

When I'm missing you
the ghost of you clings to me
like frozen condensation on glass
ice lace and white feathers
your ghost is etched on my memory

I am haunted by your absence...
then confetti rain you blaze across the skies
playful comic comet display at twilight...

you warm my soul melting in love for you...

as ice lace and white feathers dissolve on warmed glass
you decant your flavor over me
I am soft in your descending love
delicious in glass lace and white feathers
I adore you confetti rain
you cause me to smile...
we laugh together over silly private jokes

Hurry back... I am haunted by your absence...

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Good nite poets

May the sweet aroma of Lily of the Valley
fill your dreams
caress your face
tenderly lull you to sleep
in the safety of knowing love...

~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~

Today

Should thou lovest me this day
I would be content in today
not ask for tomorrow...
But... live this day only
in splendor of knowing
thou lovest me today...
bentfeather © 04/03/03

bentfeather
Touch the Chariot of Fire

[Soaring Feather]

Nite Sam.

[StarCMC]

Morning all!

[StarCMC]

 

 

Facing It
by Yusef Komunyakaa

 

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't,
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman's trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Facing It
by Yusef Komunyakaa


Thank You Star for posting this poem today.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Star! Quite a selection you made this morning. How are you?

[SAMWolf]

Nice one, StarCMC

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Sailing



Catching full rapture
of breeze on mainsail
I inhale ... a freedom akin
Magic of waves
gently rock me awry
as I bend from the sail
against wind

Releasing my cares
I then think to dare
close my eyes
and venture out to sea
To let life begin
as I’m sailing the wind
absolved of custody from worries - - I’m free!

Salty waves make wake a cool misty spray
The creaky old mast, bends and moans
Sedated in peace
under my breath I release
hushed lilts
from old mariner’s songs

Not picture nor narration depict how I feel
as I awaken
from my wishful dreams of old
This sailor within me
keeps hold yearnings to be free
So - - I won’t quit sailing dreams...till life lets go!

Charlotte Mair

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair! A lovely day here!

The Presence Of Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
______________________
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

[Soaring Feather]

The Presence Of Love
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

Oh EXQUISITE

Good morning Colonel.

[NicknamedBob]

Beautiful picture, SAMWolf.

"I won’t quit sailing dreams..."

Oh, yeah. I'm with you on that!