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The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XXXI
Talented poets and friends of The Dragonflies' Lair | October 5, 2006 | bentfeather/Poets of the Lair

Posted on 10/05/2006 8:13:09 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





TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; dragons; glengaulway; haiku; originalpoetry; songlyrics
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To: SoldierDad

"How are you tonight? I hope your weekend is going well."

I'm sitting here alone, my wife is out of town for a club meeting of her fishing club (WAM = Women Anglers of Minnesota)a state wide group of women anglers. I get to sleep as late as I like, work on another book, watch british comedies, and cook a few new recipes I save for this weekend.
Along with that I can sip on my 35 year old scotch, smoke a few pipeloads of a greak dark cavandish, and listen to classical music all day.
I'm having a lot of fun, actually getting work on the book done, and enjoying the chance to eat new dishes.

All in all, I miss her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


401 posted on 10/22/2006 12:08:21 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: bentfeather

A Thought For Sunday

When faced with the dark, we think of the light,
when in the light, we fear the shadow of dark.
Will we to our needs now finally give hark,
and strive to a life of good faith, and right?

The one deciding our fate sits inside our mirrors
and looks back at us, and stares us down
We both are by our acts and words tied around
only we may take the blame, if lost in eternal tears


402 posted on 10/22/2006 12:31:43 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Lovely thoughts for Sunday, thanks.


403 posted on 10/22/2006 7:31:58 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All

Good night everyone.

404 posted on 10/22/2006 7:33:02 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

405 posted on 10/23/2006 4:39:55 AM PDT by tomkow6 (........Support the artists appearing in the Canteen (buy a BURKA)!)
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To: tomkow6

Good morning, Tom!
406 posted on 10/23/2006 6:02:18 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; HopeandGlory; SoldierDad; All

Good morning everyone.


407 posted on 10/23/2006 6:05:18 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Sorry I'm getting this out the next day, but the training yesterday, and then the drive home, prevented me from getting on the computer until today.

Thanks for your very kind comments. As a School Psychologist I enjoy helping students, teachers, and parents so that the youth of today can become as successful as possible. But, special? Me? No, I'm just one of a very large number of people who work with children to help their lives to be better. The ones who are special in my opinions are those that have the children in the classrooms every day trying to teach them, and be nurses, counselors, parents, friends, mentors, etc.


408 posted on 10/23/2006 12:08:53 PM PDT by SoldierDad (Proud Father of a 10th Mountain Division 2nd BCT Soldier fighting in Mahmudiyah)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

I can relate. I was in Sacramento from Tuesday through Sunday before getting home to my wife Sunday night. Then, I left this morning to go back to work, and won't be home to my bride until Friday.


409 posted on 10/23/2006 12:11:21 PM PDT by SoldierDad (Proud Father of a 10th Mountain Division 2nd BCT Soldier fighting in Mahmudiyah)
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To: bentfeather

Good afternoon, Ms. feather. I hope your enjoying your day.


410 posted on 10/23/2006 12:13:36 PM PDT by SoldierDad (Proud Father of a 10th Mountain Division 2nd BCT Soldier fighting in Mahmudiyah)
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To: SoldierDad

Good day to you. I have been out doing errands, no rain so far, but it is forecast.


Trust you're having a good day. ;)


411 posted on 10/23/2006 12:24:49 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

My day is going well. Our skys are clear and the temps in the low 80's. This past weekend would have been a beaut for fishing, but work got in the way :<


412 posted on 10/23/2006 12:51:02 PM PDT by SoldierDad (Proud Father of a 10th Mountain Division 2nd BCT Soldier fighting in Mahmudiyah)
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To: SoldierDad
Our temps are not anything like yours, I was actually cold outside doing errands. It's in the 40s with a chilly wind, but a beautiful, humidity free day.
413 posted on 10/23/2006 12:54:12 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Well, our temps are not anything like our temps usually are this time of year.


414 posted on 10/23/2006 1:06:40 PM PDT by SoldierDad (Proud Father of a 10th Mountain Division 2nd BCT Soldier fighting in Mahmudiyah)
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To: bentfeather

I just checked the actual temperature from the local TV stations website, and I have to revise my report. It's 75 degrees right now in Sacramento with little wind.


415 posted on 10/23/2006 1:09:24 PM PDT by SoldierDad (Proud Father of a 10th Mountain Division 2nd BCT Soldier fighting in Mahmudiyah)
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To: WayzataJOHNN; All


Inspirational Dragon


Well, getting neigh to 6:00 PM, EDT,
dusk is falling,
the dragons are calling,
no snow is fluttering from the skies,
the leaves are settled in place.


I watch an old lady raking the leaves
while the wind was blowing them all over the place.

See how the dragon inspires the poet
whose muse is calling and calling the pace.
The race goes on twixt poet and dragon
long evenings feed the inspiration to invent,
a land of mystery and magic, in this place.

'Tis, a good omen, the coming of snowing,
and cold, long, dark and stormy nights.


bentfeather (c) 10.23.06

416 posted on 10/23/2006 4:03:05 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: SoldierDad

Its 37 here and I'm wrapped up in a nice snuggy sweater, and sipping on my hot chia.

Stop tormenting me with 75!


417 posted on 10/23/2006 4:37:06 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: bentfeather

Since we're into dragons, here's one for you.



Beyond the First Impression

Black his scaled armor under mighty ebon wings as dark as night,
a silent sinewy serpent form raging on in undulating flight.
An terrible engine of destruction across an age and more,
with eyes on fire as his breath, glaring rage as on he soars.

From the height of a black bitter night he ranges wide,
searching with frightening patience for that which frightened, hides.
Hunting as always, for that is all he knows or cares,
no deep and difficult moral choices for the mighty worm,
unfortunate prey must deal with him on his dark terms

He is alone now, the last reptilian monarch of the sky,
and now all he waits for is the day he finally gets to die.
Long the ages and long the lonely span of empty years
and how he would have wept, if dragons could cry tears.

It hurts to fly, the joints so sore and weary muscles drag him on,
he wishes he could just let go and miss yet another empty dawn.
But a monarch’s heart won’t give in so he has to wear it out,
and if given half a chance he’ll give those tricky fates a rote!

High upon the dark night winds, he wings his way again,
a spark ignites within his heart and floats away the pain.
At least for the moment, he can remember his great prime
for another night he’s free again just once more, one more time




418 posted on 10/23/2006 5:41:04 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Bravo, Bravo, well done!




I started working on a piece yesterday, hope it's as good as yours when it's done. ;)


419 posted on 10/23/2006 5:44:19 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Bet it will be!!!!!!!!!!!!


420 posted on 10/23/2006 7:48:41 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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