~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIV~

July 23, 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©

[StarCMC]

Good morning Ms. Feather! Your dance with Sarge last night was divine!!

Good morning everyone!

[Soaring Feather]

GM Star, well, Sarge is good on his feet. :-)

[SAMWolf]

Morning Feather. Nice seeing you and Old Sarge dancing on a regular basis.

[StarCMC]

Yep - and so are you!! I love watching you two! And now I'm off to start this day before it starts without me! LOL!!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Sam, it's a great pleasure to do so.

Our poets are strong. We are fortunate.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair! Here's a present for my friends in verse!

Lines Written From Home
Anne Brontë

Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground
With fallen leaves so thickly strown,
And cold the wind that wanders round
With wild and melancholy moan;
There is a friendly roof, I know,
Might shield me from the wintry blast;
There is a fire, whose ruddy glow
Will cheer me for my wanderings past.

And so, though still, where'er I go,
Cold stranger-glances meet my eye;
Though, when my spirit sinks in woe,
Unheeded swells the unbidden sigh;

Though solitude, endured too long,
Bids youthful joys too soon decay,
Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue,
And overclouds my noon of day;

When kindly thoughts, that would have way,
Flow back discouraged to my breast; --
I know there is, though far away,
A home where heart and soul may rest.

Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine,
The warmer heart will not belie;
While mirth, and truth, and friendship shine
In smiling lip and earnest eye.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Colonel!!!


How are thou this day??

My spirit is high
this sun filled day-with woes and fears
lightened away- and the dark forces
held at bay -yet another day
of writing verse - in mirthful tones
embracing friends, and loving bones.

"Lines Written From Home" a hearty pome
gathered in Fall from chilly air
of fallen leaves and decay
in a Finnish melancholy way
Guarding against cold winter's grip
that tears at seams, stresses fabric
to the limit - folded in by lovings hands
a warm fire, a measure of joy
along the way, and dreams of
loving another day......

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. Donald on the High Seas. Thanks for the poem and tunes.

[Soaring Feather]

Nikolai Nekrasov wrote, "You do not have to be a poet,
but you are obliged to be a citizen."

[StarCMC]

 

 

There's a place I need to go
When I am weary and beat
I need to cast off my burdens
And sit at your feet.
I need your caress
And your soft gentle words
To free my spirit
To fly with the birds.

I want to find this solace
This place of quiet rest.
I want to know the security
Of being loved the best.
Someone who puts me first
And gives me what I need
Not just takes and takes
And leaves my heart to bleed.

I know just where to find it
I've been there before.
Once upon a time I felt it
And I long for it evermore.
The past held it's magic
I remember it to this day.
I close my eyes and I'm there
To touch you and to say

That I need to find your arms.
I am weary, please, may I rest?
May I stay here a little while
And once more feel your caress?
But then I open my eyes and realize
It's all a dream once more.
And I'll do the things expected
The errands and the chores.

But I know that in my dreams
You wait there patiently.
With arms of peace and love
And all that security.
I'll find my solace tonight
When upon my pillow I rest.
I'll find you in my dreams
- The one who loves me best.

 

StarCMC  7/28/04

 

 

[Soaring Feather]

Absolutely beautiful. Lovely presentation, too.

[StarCMC]

He he he! Any presentation points I owe to Mojo! :o)

[StarCMC]

Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine,
The warmer heart will not belie;
While mirth, and truth, and friendship shine
In smiling lip and earnest eye.

I like this Colonel!! Thanks!!

[Soaring Feather]

In the cove by the waterfall
he stood his ground
he made his call
I love my lass
and that is all

To the wind he did cry
I want her with me
in the morn and eve
erst while I do grieve
while milady doth take her leave

Duty doth call her from my side
without her I do abide
my heart aches from this departure
and nature grieves along with me
our lovely ladyship we long to see...

the quaking aspen does not breath
the maples do not change their color
the wind stands still in the hollow
the ice drips her tears in pools
Am I just a King of Fools?
Milady lovely in her stance
doth not hold forth her nightly dance
and all around the grieving grounds
can be heard the call of hounds
baying in the darkest night
their lonely baying for the forlorn
their howling at the crack of dawn
when my ladyship is gone

Brave Knight stands lone at
the water fall, his tears drop down
to rust his armour
His salty tears are shed for love
his broken heart cries like a dove.

bentfeather
(c)07/28/04

[Soaring Feather]

~Phil Collins~Hold On My Heart~
Oh Yeah, this man can sing!

[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 ~

I remember the color your hair was...
the color of spiced rum
With memories of you
walking without me
in gentle oriental rain
Left me with dreams
of being lost in your embrace.
The peace in your eyes
shone through
I was lost, lost
in your eyes
..........lost
in your embrace...
Dreams of you at Indian Twilight...

bentfeather
Touch the Chariot of Fire

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

THE TRAVELING LITTLE TURTLE



A little turtle planned a trip
Across the yard one day;
He packed a lunch and right at dawn
Set out upon his way.

By noon he'd reached the halfway point
And paused to rest and eat,
Pulled out his lunch, then suddenly
Heard something near his feet.

He looked and saw with instant fright
A pack of robber snails,
Of which he'd heard his mother tell
Such dreadful gruesome tales.

The little turtle turned to flee,
The hungry snails pursued;
For hours they tracked him cross the lawn,
Intent upon his food.

As darkness fell he neared his house
But felt the snails attack;
They seized his lunch, then toilsomely
They turned him on his back.

His mother found him late that night
Outside the kitchen door;
She picked him up and brushed him off;
His father loudly swore

And phoned the sheriff, who came out
To look into the crime;
"I'll nab those rascals even if
It calls for overtime.

"I'll need a full description, lad;
How many in the bunch?
Where were you when they first attacked?
Just what was in your lunch?"

The little turtle thought and thought
About the day just past;
"I'd like to help you, Sheriff, but . . .
It happened all so fast!"

John T. Baker

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. That's adorable. Perfect graphic too.