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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: Soaring Feather
I get enough exercise just pushing my luck.
661
posted on
01/21/2007 12:25:22 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
To: Soaring Feather
I am rolling on the floor after reading....
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.
This is too funny.....the muse at work.
662
posted on
01/21/2007 1:35:55 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
I just can't bear
to see the wear
upon that poor old bear
off on a workout tear
Struggle to bend
weight somewhere else to send
if only he could manage to tend
to the pounds that pend
Slim the waist and that big butt too
keep them down oh please do
or that ice'll collapse you'll have to sue
cut the carbs or for you its the zoo
663
posted on
01/21/2007 2:57:55 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN; Soaring Feather
Ahpun....
664
posted on
01/21/2007 3:29:04 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
LOL Thanks Kathy. It was a bit of whimsy to be sure. ;)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Oh, Ahpun, how is the male meeting going for her?
I hope there is no bad fur between those two. ;)
To: All

Good night everyone.
To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; fatima; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; tomkow6; Kathy in Alaska; ...

Good morning everyone.
To: Soaring Feather; All
Good morning, Lairites...
669
posted on
01/22/2007 8:02:34 AM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ God Bless and Protect Our Brave Protectors of Freedom~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Morning, Kathy.
Sweet card. Thank You and have a peaceful day.
To: Soaring Feather; WayzataJOHNN; fatima; Knitting A Conundrum; ScubieNuc; tomkow6; Kathy in Alaska

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For My Hawk And Playmate - To My True Kindred Spirit |
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Come dance with me in the wind and the weather holding fast we tumble through heather purple, gold, opal, white, new discovered by dawn's fresh light. Come laugh with me til breath is scant our cheeks blood red with merriment. Eyes aglow, mischief bright the other's joy brings each delight.
Answer to Lenchen by Hawk:
To my true kindred spirit:
I will dance with you in the wind and the weather, holding you tight as we tumble through heather. May the dance last forever, and may time be abolished could I say something clever so all doubts be demolished? I will laugh without rest 'til my lungs are screaming will consider it best to be trusting and dreaming. Eyes aglow with a shimmer, like the children we are, as we dance in the glimmer of the morning - not far. As I hold your sweet hand and look into your eyes, as we dance through the land, as we watch the sun rise. Now I know what I've missed 'cause it did not ring true: As children we've kissed and this child loves you. And wherever you go when your heart wants to smile, I will never say 'NO' to the very last mile.
Herbert Nehrlich
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671
posted on
01/22/2007 10:23:27 AM PST
by
Lady Jag
(A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
To: Lady Jag
Hello, Lady. Oh, I love those precious poems. Just the best ever.
To: Soaring Feather
Sorry about the dang formatting. I've been fighting Microsoft's ideas about formatting and believe I've found a way to get around it.
About the poems, my tagline has a clue...
673
posted on
01/22/2007 10:40:22 AM PST
by
Lady Jag
(A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
To: Lady Jag
Great tag line, wish I had thought of that.
Oh me, I just have to soar here and soar there, so I don't get sore. ;)
To: Lady Jag
Sorry about the dang formatting. I've been fighting Microsoft's ideas about formatting and believe I've found a way to get around it.
I am curious, have you tried using FireFox for a browser??
To: Lady Jag; All
Once again, The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply their Alternate Meanings for
common words.
The winners are:
1. Coffee (n.) the person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.) appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.) to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.) to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.) impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.) describes a condition in which you absent-mindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
7. Lymph (v.) to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.) olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash (n.) a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.) a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.) the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon (n) a Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster (n.) a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.) (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.) an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.
To: Soaring Feather
13. Pokemon (n) a Rastafarian proctologist. |
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677
posted on
01/22/2007 1:48:02 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
To: Lady Jag
To: Soaring Feather
679
posted on
01/22/2007 4:55:05 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
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