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The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~
The Muse and Poets of The Lair
 | December 1, 2006
 | Soaring Feather
Posted on 12/01/2006 8:08:18 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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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; dragons; originalpoetry; poetry
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To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; HopeandGlory; starbase; Kathy in Alaska; MoJo2001; ScubieNuc; ...
To: Soaring Feather
    Good Morning, Miss Feather.
 
362
posted on 
12/27/2006 6:32:14 AM PST
by 
NicknamedBob
(As you go through life, take time to enjoy the Magic!)
 
To: Soaring Feather
    Morning SF. How was your Christmas?
 
363
posted on 
12/27/2006 8:31:06 AM PST
by 
SoldierDad
(Proud Father of a 2nd BCT 10th Mountain Soldier fighting the terrorists in Iraq)
 
To: SoldierDad
    Hi SD, very nice, thanks. 
 
 
On Christmas Eve, I was at my daughters home where we all gather. It is a tradition in our little clan. There are eleven of us (my kids and grandkids) so it was grand. Good food, good laughter. 
 
To: Soaring Feather
    Happy to hear that. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day at my dad's house with my step-mother and her son's family. We also had 11 people, plus four dogs and two birds. We had a really good time and great food. I felt my dad's spirit with us, and was comforted by that.
 
365
posted on 
12/27/2006 9:07:36 AM PST
by 
SoldierDad
(Proud Father of a 2nd BCT 10th Mountain Soldier fighting the terrorists in Iraq)
 
To: Soaring Feather
     Good morning,

Ms Feather!
  
 
366
posted on 
12/27/2006 9:23:22 AM PST
by 
tomkow6
(........I SOAR, 'cause I fell down the stairs......)
 
To: tomkow6
    Mernin' Tom! I see you are up to your complimentary standards. 
 
You got snow?? It's is snowing in Ole NY.
 
To: Soaring Feather
    Easter: A Christmas Poem 2006 
 
http://www.aslansoc.org/Easter%20A%20Christmas%20Poem.htm 
 
Shalom. 
 
Text (w/o formatting): 
 
Easter: 
 
A Christmas Poem 
 
(Christmas Eve 2006) 
 
 
 
The Christmas Light 
and we, His ornaments, 
hanging 
from a tree. 
 
The Christmas Gift 
so given 
for thee. 
 
The DevilÕs kingdom becoming 
unglued, his evil wrapping 
ripped to shreds 
to the sounds of Angles 
and childrenÕs hymns. 
 
The Throne of David 
through MaryÕs womb 
See, The Branch! 
bursting forth 
to conquer sin 
and vanquish death 
upon His holy Limbs! 
 
From shepherdÕs field 
The Lamb is born! 
Oh, soon 
will the templeÕs 
curtainbe torn! 
 
Glory to Christ 
our Christmas Tree! 
Born of men 
and then cut down, 
hot blood for thee! 
 
Jesus! Jesus! 
May this Birth 
be our new death 
for Thee!
 
368
posted on 
12/27/2006 2:55:29 PM PST
by 
LibertyBelt
(Mary Christmas)
 
To: LibertyBelt
    Hello, long time no see. 
 
 
Interesting piece. Thanks.
 
To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; WL Mantis; starbase; Lady Jag; tomkow6; Kathy in Alaska; LibertyBelt; ..
    
Good morning everyone.
 
To: Soaring Feather; WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; WL Mantis; starbase; Lady Jag; tomkow6; ...
    
  
 A lovely winter day, all! 
   
 
371
posted on 
12/28/2006 11:18:20 AM PST
by 
Lady Jag
(Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid)
 
To: Lady Jag
    It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness. 
 
Lovely graphic, Lady.
 
To: Soaring Feather
    
  
  
   
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         Soft, warm, gentle candle-glow... flame a-curl in th' breeze,  a-givin' light through th' fallin' snow, amongst th' deadened leaves. A-shinin' as bright an' as much as it might- a-lightin' a lovely an' snowy night. 
            Soft, warm, gentle candle-glow... a splendid Christmas feast,  a-waitin' th' comin' of family, from th' eldest to th' least. Grandma's a-fixin' punkin pies, turkey an' cornbread dressin',  as Grandpa kneels to offer th' Traditional Christmas Blessin'. 
            Soft, warm, gentle candle-glow... an organ softly a-chimin',  children, hand-in-hand, 'round th' Christmas Tree- a-flickerin' candles brightly a-shinin'... Softly a-singin' 'Silent Night'-loveliest of Christmas Song- while grown-ups gather at th' parlor door to sing or hum along. 
            Soft, warm, gentle candle-glow... th' Christmas Feast's now ready,  th' dressin's done, the turkey's carved... here comes th' jelled cranberry!  Punkin pies to be sliced, a-waitin', crisp and brown- 'Come my children, ' Grandpa calls, ''tis time to gather 'round.' 
            Soft, warm, gentle candle-glow...fireplace a-burnin' mesquite,  a mother a-rockin' her little one, a-croonin' low an' sweet. Th' Old Sandman'll soon appear, a-sprinklin' his Silvery Sand as feathery snowflakes dance about- a-carryin' him 'way to Christmas-Land.  
            Elga Haymon White | 
         
       
       
      
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373
posted on 
12/28/2006 1:41:23 PM PST
by 
Lady Jag
(Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid)
 
To: Lady Jag
    Lady, you find the loveliest poetry, thank you.
To: Soaring Feather
     Good morning,
  
Ms Feather!
  
 
375
posted on 
12/29/2006 5:54:14 AM PST
by 
tomkow6
(........I SOAR, 'cause I fell down the stairs......)
 
To: tomkow6; WayzataJOHNN; ScubieNuc; Lady Jag; Kathy in Alaska; HopeandGlory; SoldierDad; All
    
Good morning everyone.
 
To: Soaring Feather
    Good morning to you SF. We have 34F and clear skys with no wind, yet.
 
377
posted on 
12/29/2006 6:43:47 AM PST
by 
SoldierDad
(Proud Father of a 2nd BCT 10th Mountain Soldier fighting the terrorists in Iraq)
 
To: Soaring Feather; tomkow6; WayzataJOHNN; ScubieNuc; Kathy in Alaska; HopeandGlory; SoldierDad; ...
    Feather, that is a gorgeous ornament!
  
  
 
378
posted on 
12/29/2006 9:35:36 AM PST
by 
Lady Jag
(Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid)
 
To: Lady Jag
    Hi Lady, Thanks, I found that last year. 
 
 
 
Your graphic is so sweet, I like it. 
 
 
To: SoldierDad
    Hi SD, sorry I missed your post. Nice sunshine today, temps in the 30s. 
 
NO snow.
 
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