~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©

[Soaring Feather]

Arthur Koestler said, "If the Creator had a purpose
in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to
stick it out."

[Soaring Feather]

FAIRY SPATTERING

You believe love is fairy spattering around curves

My silky voice is your soul water creating life

I am your Prophetess...

 

bentfeather ©

[Soaring Feather]

Night Song

A common desire to love
dawned with a night song
muttered anonymously
with haunted eyes

bent.feather ©

[Darksheare]

Finally, I am here.

[Soaring Feather]

WOO HOO, where ya been, stuck in the doorway?? LOL

[Darksheare]

The weirdo alternate dimension of TIRE REPAIR.
*add echo effect*
Had a nail in a tire and had to get it taken care of.
BEFORE going and having a security tag taken from a shirt I'd bought.
The clerks had forgotten to take it off.
*ugh*
The ladies were amused, and busted on me about it.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh no security buzzing at the door. Horrors. Red Faced!

[Darksheare]

Actually, the buzzer never wnet off when I bought teh shirt on Monday.
So I went back today to see if there was something wacky going on.

[Soaring Feather]

Well, dang. Strange show, eh??

[Old Sarge]

Simmer

She waited for me, in the corner
of the pub, just like I told her
like we arranged, you see.

Busy, so I told her,
cares and affairs of
the day, driving all things away
including her.

So, there she be,
fine Hibernian temper,
daggers aimed at the door jamb,
for when I walked in.

Will she listen to the truth:
that I rushed to her side?
Turned aside duty for her?
Sang as I hurried to her,
rose in hand for her,
all these to please?

Can I turn that firm frown into
her dazzling smile once again?
Watch her face glow with delight?
The glare of hurt to the stars of the night?
Yes, I've known all those,
and shall once more,
when she cares for me once again.

(c) 05-21-04 by JSR

[Soaring Feather]

Poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair
Your work.

Fly away with the Dragonfly.

[SAMWolf]

Wow Great job! Thanks so much Feather. It'll be nice to be able to see everyone's original work in one place.

[Soaring Feather]

You're welcome Sam, it's a small thanks to all the poets posting their work in The Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.
radu, if you fly by tonight, click....
~Dream a little ~ Love a lot~

[Soaring Feather]

If anyone wishes not to be in the Anthology, please Freepmail me.

[snippy_about_it]

Wow feather, that's really nice. I have to chuckle reading some of my "old" stuff. It's very nice of you to consider me and include me with such good writers. It's quite embarrassing but nice just the same. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good Saturday morning everyone!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You snippy. I remember my days of reading first works- I would just cringe. That passes and we move on to continue writing. Our writing improves from year to year and we take it all in stride. :-)

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Once I'm in My Bubble Bath



Once I'm in my bubble bath
I like to stir up more.
Half the suds go in my eyes
And half go on the floor.

The fun is in the bubbles 'cause
They giggle on my skin,
And when I stick them on my face
They dangle from my chin.

And when I splash them hard enough
They pop and disappear,
And then my bath time's over 'cause
I've made the water clear.

Nicholas Gordon

Johnmiserable failureKerry