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The Dragonflies Lair~Thread XXIX
The Muse and Poets of the Lair
| July 12, 2006
| bentfeather
Posted on 07/12/2006 8:30:09 PM PDT 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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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; dragonflies; dragons; freeverse; glengaulway; glenngaulway; haiku; knights; ladies; songlyrics
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To: Lady Jag
Aw eyes hurting again?? Did you get the new sleeping aide??
Must be allergies. I am sorry.
Me bones bother me. Although I am better tonight, it has been agony for most of the week. I have been resting a lot today. That helps.
To: bentfeather
Eyes not bothering, just drooping. LOL! I'm pre-pooped this evening.
Those bones of yours again. Does weather affect it? Is it arthritis?
My rheumatologist told me I have arthritis in my knees and hands and I hardly ever know it. My hands have been aching the last couple days, however, and I was wondering if it was the barometric pressure or some weather thingy, 'cause the weather's been so weird.
442
posted on
07/28/2006 6:43:00 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genie)
To: bentfeather
The Weekend World
Taking time to sing a song
silly and and a bit sad
whenever I get to feeling bad
letting the blues take me along
Jukebox mix fills the night
and a tall whiskey fills the glass
tapping my toe and eyeing a fair lass
wondering if we'll get it right
Weekends are the time for finding out
seeing what the possibilities are like
tell your weekdays to take a hike
its time for you and life to have a bout
Dance to a tune as she laughs with you
dine her fair and treat her nice
for a gentleman always pays the price
and only resorts to an Irish lie or two
443
posted on
07/28/2006 6:45:58 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Lady Jag
Yupper, I do have arthritis in my knees, hips, toes, etc. Weather is a big factor. We have been having so much humidity here all this week raining since Wednesday.
You have been having rains too, haven't you??
I have meds I take for it, but they are not working so well in all this humidity.Honest when I roll over in bed I night I hear my joints creak and grind. Strange sounds in the night. ;)
I did so love the hot dry weather of Las Vegas.
To: WayzataJOHNN
The Weekend World
Nice one.
Weekends are not the same
when the silver turns to Grey
not the same thoughts of dancing
rarely come my way
Thoughts of dates long gone dormant
dancing on canes not to pleasant
but dancing to the muse is sweet
in my mansion retreat.
In Las Vegas I saw, the lame dance
and have a ball, while Tony Orlando belted
out the tunes, old gents left wheelchairs
to kick up their heels, with a pretty young lady
swaying away.
He danced until he was out of breath, then quickly
sat in his chair and took a good hit
from his oxygen tank hooked to his chair
he looked quite content sitting there.
To: bentfeather
At least the outdoors will be greener.
446
posted on
07/28/2006 7:15:11 PM PDT
by
stephenjohnbanker
(Taglines for sale or rent. Good "one liners", 50 cents.)
To: bentfeather
Waterbeds are pretty cheap if you think you'd ever consider one. I swear by it and all my friends who got them love them. There are no pressure points on a waterbed. If you ever get near a store that sells them, lay on one for a while. The fewer baffles, the more open mattress the better.
For now, rest well. We're going to be hotter and more humid here for the next 5-7 days. I'll pray for your comfort and your weather to get more forgiving.
*Hugs*
447
posted on
07/28/2006 7:24:23 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genie)
To: Lady Jag
Oh, dear you are in for the humidity.
The temp tonight is 72F with 89% humidity. I do have the a/c running so it's bearable indoors. ;)
Gonna turn in soon. *HUGS*
To: stephenjohnbanker
To: All
Good night everyone.
Please remember our troops in a prayer of protection.
To: bentfeather
451
posted on
07/28/2006 8:38:21 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genie)
To: bentfeather
Good morning,
Ms Feather!
452
posted on
07/29/2006 6:37:38 AM PDT
by
tomkow6
(........Support the artists appearing in the Canteen (buy a BURKA)!)
To: tomkow6
To: Lady Jag; WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; fatima; stephenjohnbanker; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; ..
Good morning everyone.
To: bentfeather
Good morning!
455
posted on
07/29/2006 8:06:55 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genie)
To: Lady Jag
Thou art truly gifted with the magic of imagery
swift and sure your works to amuse and astound
taking us on a visual fairytale so bright
tis a wonderment if you aren't the King's Visualist!
456
posted on
07/29/2006 4:52:48 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Lady Jag
The Elder of Zion
Jesus walks
in Lebanon,
Jesus weeps
in Great Tehran;
Jesus loves
in Tel Aviv;
Jesus dies
in all of these.
(Perhaps my recent poem wasn't in the "spirit" of the other poems on this list, but poetry isn't always about making folks happy. Sometimes it's about anger --check out the Psalms. Anyway, there was no intent to offend, unless the attitudes I wrote about are yours. This one is perhaps more suited to this venue)
457
posted on
07/29/2006 6:37:22 PM PDT
by
LibertyBelt
(Mel....fell. Satan snickered, then he whispered "pick up stones.")
To: bentfeather
Chrono-scription
The soft sand flows like water
around each outcropping and stone
in the gentle tide of the night wind
flowing in a whisper over the hill
Striving each hollow to fill
for on such is fates hope pinned
giving no time for wrongs to atone
and so judged by history, times daughter
458
posted on
07/29/2006 6:43:46 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
To: bentfeather
Thank you, it came to me as I looked over an picture of Ireland ruins. Thinking of all that might have been said, done, or dreamed, of by those ancient lives we will never know. The goods and the bads forever locked in history, and forgetting or forgiveness denied by the act of passing time.
460
posted on
07/29/2006 6:59:24 PM PDT
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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