~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©

[Soaring Feather]

~Leonard Cohen~Dance Me To the End of Love~

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~Peggy Lee~Is That All There Is~

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~Chieftons~Tears of Stone~

[Soaring Feather]

Note: The soloist in Tears of Stone is Sara Sissell.

Gorgeous voice.

[Soaring Feather]

Your voice was heard
silencing my love...
you found my desire
set in stone
I will laugh softly...

bentfeather
09.06.04

[Soaring Feather]

You are my joy
my cherished love and desire
tenderly unlocking my reverie to
read my thoughts and to pen the page
of poignant memories
soul thoughts
awaiting
the golden day...

bentfeather
09.06.04

[Soaring Feather]

***HUGS****

Poetry here. Meant to ping you.

[MS.BEHAVIN]

Thanks for the PING!!!
Hugs!
Ms.B

[Old Sarge]

Love set in stone
even this has worth,
a memory etched forever in time
remembered in stone and rhyme,
an ornament in a bowered garden,
where lovers might still be ardent.

[Soaring Feather]

An ornament in a bowered garden
hung in a clustered clump
an old dried rose
wrapped in antique lace
your image burned into my brow
my heart an open book
your name etched upon each page
old and tattered with their age
golden is their worth
for me there never be another
my browned eyed precious lover.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night Poets!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone.

[SAMWolf]

I've had personal experience with both. It takes 3 people to get the cat to take a pill. :-)

[SAMWolf]

Nice poems, your muse is working on Labor day. ;-)

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

BORNE TO SHOP



Four stores and several tears ago
I set forth upon a mission
conceived in ignorance and
dedicated to the proposition that
all men are creaated equal
to women.

I then was thus engaged to test
whether one man - or any man -
so motivated and so dedicated
can long endure.

"It is altogether fitting and proper,"
I told my wife,
"that I should do this."

And so I ventured out to shop,
My wallet raised on high;
"Bring on sachets and negligees!"
Became my battle cry.

The hours passed, the goods amassed,
My feet began to growl,
And then before the second floor
I just threw in the towel.

"Enough!" I cried, "No more! Desist!
You force me to confess
A woman CAN outshop a man . . .
I humbly acquiesce!"

The moral to be drawn from this
Is not all that complex;
It seems bizarre - but women are
Indeed the stronger sex!

John T. Baker

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Cute poem today. Will get to the tunes when I fire up the MAC. Hope you have a good day.

Kinda overcast today. We will probably get rain.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you.

[NicknamedBob]

Silence in the Wind

The wind across the ocean tends to scuff the rippled tops,
And then beats out a rhythm on the shoreline where it stops.
The open freedom of the sea breeds silence in the wind,
But Ocean’s conflict with the land then lets the silence end.

There is a rule that says a conflict will make noise,
That only ends when soldiers lie down staring at their toys.
If you should hear some noise erupt when children are at play,
It only means that they are having fun upon that day.

It’s normal to have voices raised before there is solution,
And silence is the sound you hear before the revolution.
So shouts and cries of protest are a welcome sound to hear,
And quiet, silent, staring eyes are things that you should fear.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . September 7, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

WOW Bob, this is a powerful poem. Thank you.