The Dragonflies'Lair ~ Thread LV ~ Anniversary Thread

Poets of the Lair | August 1, 2008 | Soaring Feather

[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©
2002

[Lady Jag]

That’s so hot it’s KOOL!

      TOADALLY!

[Soaring Feather]

[MeekMom]

My new best friend!
Soto saves the day!
(what a game!)

[Soaring Feather]

Happy 5th Anniversary
to The Dragonflies' Lair!

A few musings gathering dust- from the shelves of The Lair.

In this place serene
I sit and dream
of white knights
brave and bold
painting pictures
in the psyche cold
touch the nose of
serendipity in repose
rouse her in her place of rest
and put her magic to the test...

56 posted on 09/02/2003 9:21:51 AM PDT by Soaring Feather


Cabin


The old cabin sat in autumn draped woods along the ancient river, both outside of time,
the porch rocker still sat there through rain or shine, waiting to welcome someone home.
Dark grey logs spoke of an age of time gone by, filled with seasons and people in subtle rhyme,
Cedar shakes covered the old roof, still dry and warm inside as the day he built it , no more to roam.


The old field stone fireplace is dressed in ancient soot, history of warm evenings with laughs and love,
meals by the fire and listening to the radio to weekend games and music of the time, dancing under the stars.
The old bed, it took such a long time to build, still there and cradling life tired bodies as soft as a dove,
while the big table sits there with shadowed quadrangles from the over painted window frame bars.


That long twisty road to the cabin, shut off all the rush and hurry of daily life, giving a measure of peace,
sweet isolation in which a heart could mend, and a soul find gentle healing, sweet rest to regenerate.
No sign on the road to say turn here, none needed, Heaven needs no tattletale for others without surcease,
Private paradise and lovers rendezvous, always ready to receive you, and your never too late.


721 posted on 09/25/2003 8:20:37 AM PDT by Trikebuilder8/26/08

The Master of The Poet's Dance


The Knight repairs to the tower,
wounded, scarred, but not unbowed,
Storm-wracked field awash and blowing,
Spirits soaked, but never cowed,


And in this place of quiet rest,
candle flickering in the night,
the Lady leaves her message of longing,
can you see His eyes shining bright?


In this place, so far from home,
newly-scarred face that frames the eye,
He reminds his Lady, distance is as nothing,
never farewell, and never goodbye,


But can only in part silence, and never still
the voice of music and verse that sings,
caring and coming from faraway lands,
for Yours, comfort and love it brings.

07-22-04 by JSR


969 posted on 07/22/2004 6:38:42 PM PDT by Old Sarge


I do so long to see a time
of quiet solitude,
A time of silence, wuthering winds,
a night of sweet etude,
The cries of battle, clangor of wars,
would not intrude this place,
the only sounds and sights would be
my lady's sighs and face.


The Dance goes on, here in these halls,
secure from fire and storm,
where the only arms are not of war,
but of lovers, safe and warm,
the clarion sounds upon the field,
the footfalls loud with dread,
but the soft padding of the Posts' Dance
is what I hear instead.


974 posted on 07/22/2004 9:04:38 PM PDT by Old Sarge

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

You Are the Innovator

You're the type of person who is always a step ahead of everyone else.
You thrive when you're experimenting with new designs, ideas, and attitudes.

You are a creative person with many talents. You have to have artistic outlets in your life.
You need to create - whether it's writing furiously or redecorating your home. If not, your life becomes chaotic.

You tire of doing the same thing every day. You change your job, friends, and personal style often.
You are at your best when you have a focus. If not, you develop a flaky artist's temperament.

What Role Do You Play?

[NY Attitude]

You Are the Warrior

You feel that it's your role to defend and protect society.
You'll fight for what's right, and you especially like fighting for the underdog.

You love getting things done, especially if it means working with your hands.
You also have a great mind for strategy... whether it's military strategy, legal strategy, or chess.

You love being challenged, and you love challenging others. You are eager to prove how powerful you are.
You are ready for a (literal or figurative) fight at any time. Maybe a little too ready.

What Role Do You Play?

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, TT!

[tomkow6]

Afternoon, Allegra!

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Fellow Lardites!!!

[tomkow6]

FIRST PLACE CUBS 14

Pirates 9

 

NEXT GAME: 

TODAY!

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FIRST PLACE CUBS 14

Pirates 9

 

NEXT GAME: 

TODAY!

August 27  @ 11:35 AM CST
 Radio: WGN 720

  VS    
 

[MEG33]

Lardites

[Soaring Feather]

Two poems, Circa 1986


Poets are strange people
tender hearted eyes
see in the dark

bentfeather


Tasting the honey
waxy sweet
like a drug on my tongue


bentfeather


346 posted on Tuesday, November 15, 2005 3:39:35 AM by Soaring Feather

[MEG33]

Lovely, Ms Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Good day to you Meg, and thank you.

[Allegra]

Whooooo! Yeah! Let's keep pushing that sucker UP!

[Soaring Feather]

Yikes, that is hot!

The manse is chilly this morning!

Currently 53F - going to 71F.

[tomkow6]

SEND THAT WARM WEATHER MY WAY!!!!!!!!!!!

[tomkow6]

If the Manse is chilly, than start a fire!