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The Dragonflie's Lair~Thread XLV
Poets of The Lair
| November 30, 2007
| Soaring Feather
Posted on 11/30/2007 7:48:14 PM PST by Soaring Feather
My Dragonfly 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 (c) 2002
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TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Hobbies; Music/Entertainment; Poetry
KEYWORDS: dragonflies; lair; music; poetry
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To: Lady Jag
Yellow Snowman!
Now there’s an endangered occupation!
141
posted on
12/04/2007 1:22:47 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
Are you snowed in on your birthday?
142
posted on
12/04/2007 1:29:06 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: MEG33
I bought some mirror film and put it on windows that face the feeders. You can walk right up to the window and the birds don’t have a clue.
143
posted on
12/04/2007 1:43:56 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(Fall seven times, stand up eight)
To: MEG33
Thank you, for the Birthday wishes, I had fun.
(no, you can NOT see the police report, its filled with innuendo and supposition, unproven in a court of law, as yet.)
A grump, a grouch
a curmudgeon plain as can be
sitting here for all to see
snacking on the couch
Another day wasted there
football games unending it seems
cheering on teams with idiot screams
and dipping chips with care
An afternoon wasted on the TV
assorted sports and old movies galore
looking on channels for even more
mesmerized glass-eyed by all I see
144
posted on
12/04/2007 1:45:19 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: MEG33
Snowed in, not really, but there is a chance today
(and Nancy is driving home to take me out to dinner)
We always go out in the worst of weather it seems, guess we are just adventurers at heart. (that, or we’re nuts!)
145
posted on
12/04/2007 1:50:43 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Soaring Feather; devolve
Lol, that’s a great one. Thank you Feather!
146
posted on
12/04/2007 1:53:58 PM PST
by
potlatch
("Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance!")
To: MEG33; devolve
Lol, thanks Meg. Youall find the cutest things!
147
posted on
12/04/2007 1:56:48 PM PST
by
potlatch
("Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance!")
To: Lady Jag; devolve
Lol, Piper did exactly that when we had 12 inches of snow deep in Texas on Christmas a couple of years ago!
Our snowman was tiny, forgot how much work they are to build BIG!!
148
posted on
12/04/2007 1:59:04 PM PST
by
potlatch
("Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance!")
To: WayzataJOHNN
Enjoy your birthday dinner with Nancy..I am enjoying our warm spell..Cold weather does not bring snow here..or rarely does..Sleet and ice are more likely and that I avoid driving in.
149
posted on
12/04/2007 2:00:41 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: Lady Jag
My glass is tinted so I can usually get up close. That nuthatch grabs a seed and scoots..so getting a really good look has been difficult. My desktop sits right beside the guestroom glass door..I love this spot.
150
posted on
12/04/2007 2:22:09 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: MEG33
My computer is postioned between two feeders and they can be pretty distracting.
151
posted on
12/04/2007 3:03:30 PM PST
by
Lady Jag
(Fall seven times, stand up eight)
To: Lady Jag
I hear you!
My daughter in law and I were visiting in my bedroom Thanksgiving and the cardinals and squirrels were putting on a show...I said, “This my little bit of paradise” and she agreed. The birds, squirrels and raccoons are so much fun to watch.
152
posted on
12/04/2007 3:51:50 PM PST
by
MEG33
(GOD BLESS OUR ARMED FORCES)
To: WayzataJOHNN

Johnn.....#130!!
153
posted on
12/04/2007 5:24:50 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
“Johnn.....#130!!”
Thank you, nice to know someone noticed all the hard work, dedication, and sly planning to do it while everyone else slept!
154
posted on
12/04/2007 6:20:15 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
155
posted on
12/04/2007 6:22:39 PM PST
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ RIP Brian...heaven's gain...the Coast Guard lost a good one.~)
To: Kathy in Alaska; WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; potlatch; MEG33; NY Attitude; All
To: Soaring Feather
Man, ‘Kicking the Bucket’ is really the end ain’t it!
157
posted on
12/04/2007 6:36:45 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: Kathy in Alaska
I LOVE that dog! He was always my hero, the final word in smirk!
158
posted on
12/04/2007 6:38:24 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
To: WayzataJOHNN
LOL sure is! So how was dinner?? Did ya dance with Nan?? I left some tunes for ya.
To: Soaring Feather
“So how was dinner?? Did ya dance with Nan??”
I had a Bourbon Street Steak with Cajun spices, a HUGE baked potato with all the goodies, Broccoli, and Key lime pie.
Nancy had a house steak, Baked potato, seared Garlic and Mushrooms, and a Hot Fudge sundae. No dancing allowed in the restaurant (they threw us out last time, but it MAY have been my nude clog dancing on the bar that pushed the envelope a bit too far!)
160
posted on
12/04/2007 6:52:47 PM PST
by
WayzataJOHNN
( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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