The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread XXXI

Talented poets and friends of The Dragonflies' Lair | October 5, 2006 | bentfeather/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 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

[starbase]

Your poem is now on your page! :)

Cool! Do you have a link handy? I haven't had the pleasure of setting Bookmarks for quite some time now, as I bounce between computers and countries!

[Soaring Feather]

FReepmail SB.

[starbase]

Rarely do I write feminine to feminine, usually I write to a masculine figure.

Something different for this poet.

Yes, I took that as merely a continuance of the style I was writing in, and found it to be, gasp, scandalous!!

[Do you have any pictures of 1920's "Flappers", those shocking women of that era, one would look good right about here! (and also a touch of Manhattan Transfer, to round out the flavor!!)]

[Soaring Feather]

and also a touch of Manhattan Transfer, to round out the flavor

Got the Manhattan, and mayhap a flapper or two. BTW, my beloved Mom was a young woman in the 20s, yup she was a flapper. I have pictures. LOL

[starbase]

The pictures you added to the Anthology look great! That sure is a fun site, maybe in five or ten years we can publish it as a book (with some editing and arrangement to present a coherent flow).

But I hate to be picky, but there's no space between the title of "Lazy Weekend" and the previous poem! (sorry, perfectionist!)

[Soaring Feather]

Manhattan Transfer~Java Jive


Manhattan Transfer&Asleep At the Wheel~Choo Choo Cha Boogie

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, I appreciate the comments. I did a hurry up job when I put it in there tonight.



As soon I as I get this safe on the site it will be published to the web.

I have more of your pics to load up and will do so pronto. They add so much interest to the site. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Manhattan Transfer~Sunny Side of the Street

[starbase]

Aha! There's a flapper! I sure like this MT. I'll have to ask you to post those up once more after I get my new laptop, I pitched out that old PC that I saved the MT songs to the last time I left Taiwan. Next time I'll save them on one of those little memory devices, or at least I'll keep the laptop a few years!

tick tock tick tock, my cafe time is running out, just 20 more minutes!

I think I'll spend the day reading and exercising. I can complain with the best of them, but actually the apartment I have to live in is pretty decent, and has a more-than-decent view. It's just that, without an outside connection to the greater world, it immediately turns into a cold concrete box! Oh well, just a short while and I'll have a nice PC and internet connection to use. In the meantime, I'll just read in my other-wise quite comfortable apartment!

[Soaring Feather]

Gregorian ~Album ~Chant Masters~When A Man Loves A Woman

[Soaring Feather]

No problem with the tunes, I have a host site for them. I am glad for you that you have a nice home to live in. A home is a man's castle! Ladies do pretty well in one too. ;)

Manhattan Transfer~Operator


Pavarotti & Celine Dion~I Hate You, I Love You

Have a great day SB.

[Soaring Feather]

My Castle!

[Soaring Feather]

Phil Collins~Hold On My Heart

[WayzataJOHNN]

Ruminations in My Fall

A country road, leading off around a bend
amid the last vestiges of that golden fall
a road to somewhere, some when yet to find
and I amble on in search beyond time’s bind
answering to some deep and haunting call
seeking, questing until some unseen end

Soggy gold and russet leaves litter the road
lying in scattered piles amid the browning grass
that waves in the shifting sifting wind about me
and I pull my coat closer, thinking of home you see
where there waits with loving heart my true lass
to welcome me and ease my ancient weary load

Scudding gray clouds overhead on the wind’s race
giving this day a cast as gray of granite dust dull
yet I smile, for I have see more than most ever will
I’ve seen the Oliphant and the Tiger, but never my fill
holding treasures within to sip like wine, never to cull
savoring the world I’ve traveled at my life’s pace

[WayzataJOHNN]

Not all Castles are Stone

Castles are the homes we build around us in life
those places where we find the peace beyond each day
our quiet keeps with walls festooned with family faces
where we rest our tired souls from life’s random paces
after slaving in some gray cubical for each day’s pay
we raise the drawbridge and shut off all the strife

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Lady Jag]

Good Sunday!

The Swan

Slender, swimming, silent swan! How gracefully you glide along! Your coat of white, purer than snow; You see, with lofty eyes, to grow Ducklings and fowl that squawk and screech; How different you are from each Of them; how beautiful and quiet, Indifferent to their childish riot! Peaceful and noiseless and relax'd, To full and mighty splendour wax'd; We see you, glorious, today, But know you soon must swim away. (Wednesday,15th February,2006.) David Mitchell

[Soaring Feather]

Oh such a wonderful and beautiful surprise!

Both graphic and poem are perfect. Thank You.

[Lady Jag]

Hello, Sweetie! Happy Sunday!

[Soaring Feather]

And to you dear Lady!

Glorious day today, sun is out beaming, temps are in the 60s!