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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Poetry Thread XXV~
The Seven Muses | March 8, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of the Lair

Posted on 03/07/2006 9:06:41 PM PST by 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 me...

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©
2002





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To: Reaper FReeper

Hi Reaper!
81 posted on 03/08/2006 12:02:41 PM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: bentfeather

A new thread, and another song:

O Victim of Love


Tune:
http://www.contemplator.com/sea/sladies.html

O Victim of Love, sent here by the Father,
O Victim of Love, who chose to give all,
O Thou Saving Victim who purchased our freedom,
Who calls me to follow - may I answer your call.

O Jesus I watched in the Garden of Olives,
As you wrestled with grief so hard and so deep,
You cried out in anguish your yes to the Father,
You sweat tears of blood while your men were asleep.

Was any night darker than the night in the Garden
As you cried out and waited for what was to be?
And yet though you prayed in your grief and in anguish,
You stayed out of love and thus set us all free.

O Victim of Love, sent here by the Father,
O Victim of Love, who chose to give all,
O Thou Saving Victim who purchased our freedom,
Who calls me to follow - may I answer your call.

And when they came and took you on that last road,
And when they beat you and mocked you and lied,
Your love was a torch that shone out in the darkness
A beacon of hope as you suffered and died.

Beneath the cross where they thought they could kill you
You gave your best gift to the world full of sin,
The wellspring of heaven broke through in your last cry,
The waters of life through your death flooded in.

O Victim of Love, sent here by the Father,
O Victim of Love, who chose to give all,
O Thou Saving Victim who purchased our freedom,
Who calls me to follow - may I answer your call

Your yes has unlocked all the glories of Heaven,
Your yes has undone our first parent's no
In blood you have broken the shackles they wrought us
In death you have triumphed and defeated the foe.

O Victim of Love, sent here by the Father,
O Victim of Love, who chose to give all,
O Thou Saving Victim who purchased our freedom,
Who calls me to follow - may I answer your call.


82 posted on 03/08/2006 1:34:36 PM PST by Knitting A Conundrum (Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
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To: bentfeather
Smiley
83 posted on 03/08/2006 1:42:04 PM PST by blackie (Be Well~Be Armed~Be Safe~Molon Labe!)
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To: bentfeather

Good Evening Ms Feather!

Thanks for the ping - I do enjoy it!


84 posted on 03/08/2006 4:27:49 PM PST by WVJudyInJupiter
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To: WVJudyInJupiter

Ah, good evening to you. You're most welcome.


85 posted on 03/08/2006 4:29:03 PM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: Knitting A Conundrum

Thank you, Knitting for another song.

Nice music.


86 posted on 03/08/2006 4:30:14 PM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Tricky, tricky test. I did pretty well on it.


87 posted on 03/08/2006 4:32:10 PM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: bentfeather

Night Sings amid the Saguaros

Through the sandstone arches blows the dry sigh of evening,
carrying the muted sounds of another desert night to me.
As I sit by the fire, smelling coffee cooking in the wind’s lee,
and sometimes I’m counting stars and endlessly dreaming.

Stars arching overhead are a celestial curtain, even when some fall,
scribing flaring lines of fire across my mind, setting off possibilities.
From such do dreams come, and much of what our inner eye sees,
across the canvas of the ebon night amid crested saguaros tall.

As I play my mouth harp I see a scorpion, dancing on a near by rock,
neither retreating or advancing, it seems content to enjoy the music.
A companionable fellow to be sure and we both enjoy the riffs and licks,
though my singing sends him back towards Nevada, so I should talk.

There is clarity to the air on the High Desert like through a polished lens,
making the seemingly lifeless desert come alive, under the late autumn moon.
I sit here and soak it in, letting life go about its business, at its own tune,
and let go the binding ties of civilization, and the freeing feelings it sends.

Off in the distance, the coyote sings of life amid the hills around,
and I feel an echo in me, as if in a way I’ve found my own way home.
So the heart will pull you, lead you, at the end of your need to roam,
and here you will find at last the one place you call holy ground.
_________________


88 posted on 03/08/2006 9:08:11 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: bentfeather

FOR FUN

WORLD'S EASIEST QUIZ?

Passing requires 4 out of 10 correct answers

1) How long did the Hundred Years' War last?
2) Which country makes Panama hats?
3) From which animal do we get catgut?
4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?
6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what
animal?
7) What was King George VI's first name?
8) What color is a purple finch?
9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?

write down your answers and I'll put the correct answers on tomorrow, see how many you can get right without looking them up!


89 posted on 03/08/2006 9:42:07 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: bentfeather

Let Them Fall

Weep not child in the stygian dark,
for the dawn comes even for you,
and another day brings a chance for happiness.

Woman you sit silent and cry,
tears falling as you try to understand,
why this time he can’t come home amid your sadness.

Old son, even men cry,
and feel the weight of sorrow,
in the midst of their deep bereavement and loneliness.

Tears are the eraser,
of the chalkboard of life and strife,
and leave the board ready for the colors of gladness.


90 posted on 03/08/2006 11:19:36 PM PST by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: bentfeather; pelikan; All
A Southern Rock Lover's Delight!
Please, click below to listen!
Longtown Podcast - Vol. 47
In this Longtown Podcast hear the following artists.
Click the links for CD information.
The Grave Yard Boogie Band -  The Boogie Man
Travis Charbeneau - Allesandro's Retreat.  "Man of Steel" CD
 Hans Frommer - Slowhand Boogie
The LLoyd and Peli Show
"Pelikan's Night's Sleep" "Where Have You Been Getting These Ideas"
"Behind LLoyd's Back" - " Frankie Valli Day" - "A Sign of a Sign" 
"Are You Focused?" "Fifty List - "Sometimes I Wonder About ____"
Daisy Fields - Sweet
Dr. Hook - Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
Jon Adamson - Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep)

91 posted on 03/09/2006 3:08:36 AM PST by uncleshag (He who angers you controls you.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; uncleshag; HopeandGlory; fatima; pelikan; ...

Good morning everyone.

92 posted on 03/09/2006 4:55:39 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Let Them Fall



I like this poem.


93 posted on 03/09/2006 4:57:23 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Night Sings amid the Saguaros


WOW a fabulous painting. So rich in imagery. Great work.

I have been there with you in the poem.

A+++


94 posted on 03/09/2006 5:00:41 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

WORLD'S EASIEST QUIZ?

Passing requires 4 out of 10 correct answers

1) How long did the Hundred Years' War last? =(100 years)
2) Which country makes Panama hats? =(Panama)
3) From which animal do we get catgut? =(Cats)
4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution? =(October)??
5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?= (Camels hair)
6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what
animal? = (Not and animal a Bird)
7) What was King George VI's first name? =(George)
8) What color is a purple finch? =(Purple)
9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from? =(Gooseberries)
10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane? = (Yellow)

write down your answers and I'll put the correct answers on tomorrow, see how many you can get right without looking them up!


95 posted on 03/09/2006 5:06:53 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: uncleshag; pelikan

Good morning, Unc and peli, thanks for the Podcast.


96 posted on 03/09/2006 5:08:57 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: bentfeather
Good Morning. Ms. Bentfeather.
97 posted on 03/09/2006 5:15:09 AM PST by uncleshag (He who angers you controls you.)
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To: uncleshag

Listening to the cast now as I type. Cool Unc. Loving the Boogie! WOO HOO!


98 posted on 03/09/2006 5:18:17 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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To: bentfeather

Light fading,
Darkness creeping,
Night.

Trees rustling,
Eyes searching,
Fear.

Dawn breaking,
Fog rising,
Relief.

Birds singing,
Fire crackling,
Joy.


Good Morning!


99 posted on 03/09/2006 5:18:18 AM PST by ScubieNuc
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To: ScubieNuc

Oh, very good sweetness!!!

A+++++


100 posted on 03/09/2006 5:20:11 AM PST by Soaring Feather (Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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