The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~

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

[Soaring Feather]

Here's your side kick Face. LOL

[NicknamedBob]

Sorry, Miss Feather. Look at 'Face's home page.

[Soaring Feather]

Okay, thanks Bob, it dawned on me a moment ago.

The Sisters. I do not have a sister, 3 brothers.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Monotone grey landscape of a old frozen lake,
spotted with the firefly lanterns in the night
ice fishermen braving the single digit chill
hoping for a big one to make it worthwhile
as the night winds swirl snow in windrows
and whisper of other nights and a waiting fire

So cold you hear the crusty crunch under the tire
and you shiver in spite of the heater as the wind blows
and you dodge another wind swept snow pile
and think of those without a home in cold that can kill
and you whisper a prayer that each makes it alright
if only for your own guilt and for your own sake

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Os, chills me to the bone. Strong images.

[Soaring Feather]

[Lady Jag]

The Chickadee

My father had a way with birds - He would listen to their songs, And he knew them well. There was a little chickadee That always perched on the bench On the back porch; My father would put seed in his hand, Hold it up and call: CHICKADEE - DEE - DEE He did this several times a day And the little bird would look But never ventured close. One day, as dad was holding out his hand The chickadee edged closer and closer And finally lit on my father's hand And began to eat the seeds. From then on, when dad would call CHICKADEE -DEE -DEE The little bird would swoop down And land on his hand. My father has passed away since then, But often a little chickadee Sits in the pinetree outside my window And peers through the glass As if to say 'hello! ' And I always say, 'Hi Daddy, sing me a song.' Linda Ori

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, Lady this is gorgeous and just tugs at the heart.




I love these little birds
velvet black, capped heads
unafraid of man- enough to
venture into a human palm
for a taste of seeds.

The winged delight of the skies
tame and tiny, with the heart of love
as large as a lions.

[Monkey Face]

Thanks, Ms. Feather! That would be two peas in a pod?

[Soaring Feather]

Just too, cute for words.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh yes, two peas in a pod.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

I heard a phrase today,
from a moderate man,
sitting there,
pondering sound bites,
safe at home,
that he and his ilk,
were so ‘War Weary’!
I had to ask,
what of a man who was world weary,
life weary,
one who had seen so much,
felt so much,
done so much,
it left him in soul stasis.
What of him who was drained of hope,
unsure of each tomorrow,
saddened by each today,
unable to express it really, rightly,
so it made sense,
had reason,
had a shape to grasp.
Which,
is the greater,
or the deeper,
which is fraught with more,
and leaves less to go on,
and which is the truer measure
in the end?

[Soaring Feather]

heard a phrase today,
from a moderate man,
sitting there,
pondering sound bites,
safe at home,


Oh, yes, these moaners and sigher's
they can't stand the war
they give not but mutterings
to an already bloodied floor
they complain...on, woe is me
while parents sob in the night
their child never to see.
And the wives and little ones
whose daddy has left this ground
these damned liberal big mouths
have me pounding the ground.


My God, is there justice for the dead?
Those whose blood have painted the ground
the sand in the Middle is sopping in blood!
And they cover their faces with scarves -
and black masks to hid their blackness
bloodied hands, dark minds.
Walking in darkness, reaping the blood
it now worse than ever the tyrants rule in glee
bury a Christian - get a Virgin.

My rage resides within my thoughts
rage against despots with no value of human life.
Strap a bomb on a child, hell a kid ain't worth nothing!
No nothing.... but the future.... if there is one.


Soaring Feather 01.31.07

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

NEW WORDS FOR 2007:



Essential vocabulary additions for the workplace (and elsewhere)!!!

1. BLAMESTORMING : Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.

2. SEAGULL MANAGER : A manager, who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.

3. ASSMOSIS : The process by which some people seem to absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard

4. SALMON DAY : The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die in the end.

5. CUBE FARM : An office filled with cubicles.

6. PRAIRIE DOGGING : When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.

7. MOUSE POTATO : The on-line, wired generation's answer to the couch potato.

8. SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What Yuppies get into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home with the kids.

9. STRESS PUPPY : A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.

10. SWIPEOUT: An ATM or credit card that has been rendered useless because magnetic strip is worn away from extensive use.

11. XEROX SUBSIDY : Euphemism for swiping free photocopies from one's workplace.

12. IRRITAINMENT: Entertainment and media spectacles that are Annoying but you find yourself unable to stop watching them.



13. PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE : The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again. Often feel like doing this to my computer------

14. ADMINISPHERE : The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve.

15. 404 : Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error Message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested site could not be located.

16. GENERICA : Features of the American landscape that are exactly the same no matter where one is, such as fast food joints, strip malls, and subdivisions.

17. OHNOSECOND : That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a BIG mistake. (Like after hitting send on an email by mistake).

18. WOOFS : Well-Off Older Folks.

19. CROP DUSTING : Surreptitiously passing gas while passing through a Cube Farm.

- Author Unknown

[Soaring Feather]

The most practical, beautiful, workable philosophy in the
world won't work - if you won't.
--Zig Ziglar

[Lady Jag]

The Naming Of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey-- All of them sensible everyday names. There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-- But all of them sensible everyday names. But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- Names that never belong to more than one cat. But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover-- But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name. Thomas Stearns Eliot