~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©

[Darksheare]

Coolbeans.
Thanks!

[Darkchylde]

Mandy, Mandy, you smiling cat.
You devious, wicked, naughty old bat.
Only you know what goes on in your mind.
It's beyond doubt, you're one of a kind.
When I ask if you're from another place,
a fiendish smile creeps over your face.
20 years of secrets, no regrets.
You'll go to your grave thinking we're the pets.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah cat pictures, very nice. Thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Wild you are to run free
in the low evening sun
the wind blowing through
your mane and the grass
allows you to trample her
under your night hooves

Free to run into the star lit night
with your hearts delight
free as nature intended you to be
oh you wondrous beast of the field
how lucky you are to be born free

bentfeather ©
04-04-04
click the graphic if you wish..

[Darkchylde]

Those pics are, of course, Mandy, the cat spoken
of in the poem. She used to do such evil things, but
she's quite old now (20, as the poem states), so
she's not so bad, but back in the day... oh boy.

[snippy_about_it]

Imagining I could slide across
Over the rainbow to the end
There would be my pot of gold
The sweet love of my dear friend

The rainbow's end is right here in Oregon. ;-)

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks Bob, neat Candle Dream.

[snippy_about_it]

Have you ever noticed variations in his songs?

Yes I have. My very favorite is "In the Mood".

[snippy_about_it]

I like it!

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. Very cute!

[Darkchylde]

Thanks. She's always been quite a character.

[Darkchylde]

I like that one too. I've often wondered what's wrong
with me, I'll be only 20 soon & I love music from
decades before I was born. Perhaps I'm just displaced...

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Summer Days



A masterful painting
Of colors exhibited
On the horizon
Above the empty lawn chair
Sitting alone on
The lonely endless extended stretch
Along the sandy beach
As evening comes
To this tropical paradise,
Where many come
To escape reality,
To find romance
Or to seek love
But if they did not
Bring it with them
They probably will
Not find it here, but
You never know
What lies ahead,
How much heat
Will be experienced or
Who might be waiting during
These long, hot
Summer days.

Marie Wadsworth

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam.

Lovely beach scene. I am so far inland I never get to the beach.

Nice little poem, too. Thanks for tunes, Breakfast and poetry.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh love Happy Organ!! Love all the tunes. :)

[Darksheare]

Thanks.
My muse felt kind enough to drop by at a sane time for once, I'd been drawing.

[Darksheare]

How it happened, I was sketching, and had an image in my head.
Like one of those movie sequences where a lightning flash reveals something to be other than it appears.
Saw a man in a battered duster, and then a stray cat, and they're one and the same.
*shrugs*
Weird.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair!

I Abide and Abide and Better Abide
Sir Thomas Wyatt

I abide and abide and better abide,
And after the old proverb, the happy day;
And ever my lady to me doth say,
"Let me alone and I will provide."
I abide and abide and tarry the tide,
And with abiding speed well ye may.
Thus do I abide I wot alway,
Nother obtaining nor yet denied.
Ay me! this long abiding
Seemeth to me, as who sayeth,
A prolonging of a dying death,
Or a refusing of a desir'd thing.
Much were it better for to be plain
Than to say "abide" and yet shall not obtain.