The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~

The Muse and Poets of The Lair | December 1, 2006 | Soaring Feather

[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

[Lady Jag]

It's catching on!

Lots of Dipsy-Doodles now!

[Soaring Feather]

Whoa, you ain't just whistling Dixie!

[Lady Jag]

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening Poets!
A few tunes for your pleasure.



Sade~The Sweetest Taboo



Marvin Gaye~Joy



Teddy Pendergrass~How Can You Mend A Broken Heart



South Pacific ~This Nearly Was Mine~ Rossano Brazzi



Aeoliah~Feathers River



Thelma Houston~Don't Leave Me This Way

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.
Chilly here this morning 3 degrees at 8:48 AM EST.

[Lady Jag]

These temperatures make some
of us positively bi-polar.

Have a sparkling day!!

[Lady Jag]

Teddy Bear

A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not to be wondered at; He gets what exercise he can By falling off the ottoman, But generally seems to lack The energy to clamber back. Now tubbiness is just the thing Which gets a fellow wondering; And Teddy worried lots about The fact that he was rather stout. He thought: "If only I were thin! But how does anyone begin?" He thought: "It really isn't fair To grudge one exercise and air." For many weeks he pressed in vain His nose against the window-pane, And envied those who walked about Reducing their unwanted stout. None of the people he could see "Is quite" (he said) "as fat as me!" Then, with a still more moving sigh, "I mean" (he said) "as fat as I! One night it happened that he took A peep at an old picture-book, Wherein he came across by chance The picture of a King of France (A stoutish man) and, down below, These words: "King Louis So and So, Nicknamed 'The Handsome!'" There he sat, And (think of it!) the man was fat! Our bear rejoiced like anything To read about this famous King, Nicknamed "The Handsome." There he sat, And certainly the man was fat. Nicknamed "The Handsome." Not a doubt The man was definitely stout. Why then, a bear (for all his tub) Might yet be named "The Handsome Cub!" "Might yet be named." Or did he mean That years ago he "might have been"? For now he felt a slight misgiving: "Is Louis So and So still living? Fashions in beauty have a way Of altering from day to day. Is 'Handsome Louis' with us yet? Unfortunately I forget." Next morning (nose to window-pane) The doubt occurred to him again. One question hammered in his head: "Is he alive or is he dead?" Thus, nose to pane, he pondered; but The lattice window, loosely shut, Swung open. With one startled "Oh!" Our Teddy disappeared below. There happened to be passing by A plump man with a twinkling eye, Who, seeing Teddy in the street, Raised him politely to his feet, And murmured kindly in his ear Soft words of comfort and of cheer: "Well, well!" "Allow me!" "Not at all." "Tut-tut! A very nasty fall." Our Teddy answered not a word; It's doubtful if he even heard. Our bear could only look and look: The stout man in the picture-book! That 'handsome' King - could this be he, This man of adiposity? "Impossible," he thought. "But still, No harm in asking. Yes I will!" "Are you," he said,"by any chance His Majesty the King of France?" The other answered, "I am that," Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat; Then said, "Excuse me," with an air, "But is it Mr Edward Bear?" And Teddy, bending very low, Replied politely, "Even so!" They stood beneath the window there, The King and Mr Edward Bear, And, handsome, if a trifle fat, Talked carelessly of this and that.... Then said His Majesty, "Well, well, I must get on," and rang the bell. "Your bear, I think," he smiled. "Good-day!" And turned, and went upon his way. A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not to be wondered at. But do you think it worries him To know that he is far from slim? No, just the other way about - He's proud of being short and stout. Alan Alexander Milne

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Earache, earache,
Sinus and and a throat ache,
Stuffy like cotton
the left side of my head,
Throbby and drowsing,
let me stay in bed.
Winter, my friend has caught me too,
Aching and coughing, how about you?
I just hope I don't get the flu,
Wintertime bugs are the pits.

[Soaring Feather]

I've rolled and rolled my fat around
I've stretched my legs most profound
I've huffed and puffed like an old wolf
I've laid back-most relaxed
and found the water cold below
most tempting to a Polar Bear, you know.

I've tried and tried to lift this fat
from this ice and that is that!
The weight in my behind, it's clear, is detrimental
for this Polar Bear.

A diet is out of the question
I need this blubber, not to mention
those sweet berries in the Spring,
makes a Polar Bear's heart sing!
Juicy fresh salmon hors d'oeuvres
crispy crackers with cream cheese
all choice picking from the dumps
add pounds and pounds to my rump!

Well, where to end this corpulent posey
without getting way to nosey
Or chatter on about the size
of this Polar Bear's buttocks and thighs!

Soaring Feather~01.21.07

[Soaring Feather]

Oh dear, Knitting, I am sorry.

It's the pits alright when you wish to blow your nose
your throat is soar, and your sides hurt from hacking.
Warm soup, I am told will help with these symptoms
now I am sneezing and I think I have 'em.

[Soaring Feather]

These temperatures make some
of us positively bi-polar.

Have a sparkling day!!






You crack me up! Hilarious.

[Lady Jag]

Well, where to end this corpulent posey
without getting way to nosey
Or chatter on about the size
of this Polar Bear's buttocks and thighs!

The whole poem is a treasure!! Brava!!!

[Soaring Feather]

*HUGS* Thank You.


Lady, I think you kick start my funny bone everyday. YOU, are the treasure.

[Lady Jag]

Oh yeah, me an my buttocks and thighs!

[Soaring Feather]

I'm glad you're not ducking the issue, nor playing to the crowd.

[Lady Jag]

Nope, just exercising!

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL!!



I touch my toes, ya knows
my nose is not in the act!
In fact I'm glad to stretch
this bulk, cause it's really
killing my back.


Don't ya just love Polar Bears?

[Soaring Feather]

NASA spacecraft nears Jupiter encounter

NASA's New Horizons spacecraft -- the fastest ever launched --
is rapidly approaching the solar system's largest planet, en
route to Pluto and beyond. The National Aeronautics and Space
Administration's New Horizons will make its closest pass to
Jupiter Feb. 28. Jupiter's gravity will then accelerate New
Horizons by an additional 9,000 mph, pushing it past 52,000
mph and hurling it toward a July 2015 transit of the Pluto
system. The New Horizons mission team will use the Jupiter
flyby to test the spacecraft's seven science instruments by
taking more than 700 observations of Jupiter and its four
largest moons. The spacecraft also will take the first-ever trip
down the long "tail" of Jupiter's magnetosphere -- a wide stream
of charged particles that extends tens of millions of miles beyond
the planet. It will also make the first close-up images of
Jupiter's "Little Red Spot," a nascent storm south of Jupiter's
famous Great Red Spot. Much of the data will not be sent back
to Earth until early March, after the spacecraft's closest
approach to the planet.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Infection via poem? LOL at the mental image...

[Soaring Feather]

I'm an easy target! LOL