~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]

Howdy Sam!!

Cute poem and graphic today. Listening to the tunes now, thanks much.

[Soaring Feather]

We're the enchanted generation
we gathered the medals
Victory came softly
gathered gleefully on sleeves
We found love...

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright (c) 2003
All Rights Reserved

[Darksheare]

Yeah.
Strange, weirder than anything I've previously.

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, Darksheare!

[Darksheare]

Evening.

[SAMWolf]

Been a long time since I've had a bubble bath. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning, everyone.
If you wish click....
~Josh Groban~You Raise Me Up~

[Soaring Feather]

The Conversation

The conversation

empty of love

lost desire



Its vacancy... the conversation

a sculpture in silky cranberry

deliciously soft and wondering

who they were...




 

bentfeather
Copyright (c) 05/23/04
All Rights Reserved.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

The Ballade Of The Automobile



When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel
And the wind is moist with breath of brine
And our laughter tells of our perfect weal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But if, automobiling, my woes combine
And fuel gives out in my road-machine
And it's sixteen miles to that home of mine--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!

When our coach rides smoothly on iron-shod wheel
With a deft touch guiding each taut drawn line
And the inn ahead holds a royal meal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when, on some long and steep incline,
In a manner entirely unforeseen
The motor stops with a last sad whine--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!

When the air is crisp and the brooks congeal
And our sleigh glides on with a speed divine
While the gay bells echo with peal on peal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when, with perverseness most condign,
In the same harsh snowstorm, cold and keen,
My auto stops at the six-mile sign--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!

ENVOY

When yacht or Coach Club fellows dine
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when Automobile Clubmen convene
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!

Ellis Parker Butler

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

This morning's poem is true for drivers these days. Everyone is complaining about the price of gas.

So sorry I can't play any of the tunes, they all come up in code. Miles of it. :-(

Thanks for breakfast.

[SAMWolf]

So sorry I can't play any of the tunes, they all come up in code. Miles of it. :-(

Oh OH. They worked for me, they're from a different site. My old one is no longer available.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh shoot.

[Soaring Feather]

Music


~Cliff Richard~Miss You Nights~

~Canadian Brass~Trumpet Fanfare~



~Neil Simon~Diamonds On the Soles of Her Shoes~


~KT Oslin~Come Back~

[Soaring Feather]

Ooooops Paul Simon.....Wet noodle lashes for me.

[Soaring Feather]

The Lady's Yes
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Yes," I answered you last night;
"No," this morning, Sir, I say.
Colours seen by candlelight,
Will not look the same by day.

When the viols played their best,
Lamps above, and laughs below---
Love me sounded like a jest,
Fit for Yes or fit for No.

Call me false, or call me free---
Vow, whatever light may shine,
No man on your face shall see
Any grief for change on mine.

Yet the sin is on us both---
Time to dance is not to woo---
Wooer light makes fickle troth---
Scorn of me recoils on you.

Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high;
Bravely, as for life and death---
With a loyal gravity.

Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies,
Guard her, by your truthful words,
Pure from courtship's flatteries.

By your truth she shall be true---
Ever true, as wives of yore---
And her Yes, once said to you,
SHALL be Yes for evermore.

[SAMWolf]

That's ok, I get Paul Diamond and Neil Simon mixed up all the time. ;-)

[snippy_about_it]

Nice car graphic. We lost our music site you and I both depended on, boo hoo. It takes up so much space I guess I can't blame them.

[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

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