~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[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 guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

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©

[SouthernHawk]

Yes, it sure is! THANKS

[SAMWolf]

I don't know about King, but I'm at least a Prince. ;-)

[SAMWolf]

Don't take any chances, you be careful.

[snippy_about_it]

What you don't want to see
Is shown to you one day
It's hurtful and mean
Though you try to look the other way


Now it's there right before you
What you didn't want to know
Take in the pain and anger
Feel it a moment, then let it go


There's good all around you
Better times ahead
It's been there all along
So get that through your thick head
:)

[Soaring Feather]

Sooo, snippy writes in rhyme to me
of colorful days
yet to be

So I'll have to
wait and see
if what snippy says
is true for me....

:-)

[snippy_about_it]

LOL! Hey, this is hard work!

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, that's why I call it my work.

Not always that way for me though,

[SAMWolf]

Hey, this is hard work!

Tell me about it. It's a real struggle for me and I watch Feather and others crank poems out like it's no problem at all for them. I guess the talent just has to be inside.

[Trikebuilder]

Wings Of The Royal Steed

Upon the stillness of the quiet evening air,
comes a Beastie from the bog, with wings like misty glass.
Darting flight and hovering stops, hunting with great care,
swift among the cattails, missing nothing in each pass.

Hunter of the day or night and always near to hand,
seeking out with silent skill the best there to be had at last.
Yet always waiting for the call, to serve across the land,
to answer the Fairy Queen’s sweet call, as in all of times now past.

For none may serve as her as Royal steed but the great green Dragonfly,
to wing her to another place, another space, another time you see.
And there in is the reason that you can always find them nearby,
for Fairies are forever, and always closer then you’d think them to be!

[Soaring Feather]

Triker that is so beautiful. Thanks so much for posting it.

The poem took me to another place, like the fires around a bog and men telling stories in the fog.
And Dragon Flies in the night swooping round
the cold and soggy, boggy ground.
Peering in the night for her their rider of the nite
on her gossamer bed and silk and satin over her head.
Grotesque creatures scurring about, laughing
in the moon light with not a shout in the cool and creepy place could they see their riders face.

Veiled in black chiffon so sheer
an outline of the lovely dear
climbing on the dragons back
giving him a mighty whack
the crack can be heard
by lonely souls in the bog
who turn their eyes to nights starry skies
and see their lovely maiden soaring high...

The Rider of the Dragon Fly of the night...

[Soaring Feather]

Dragonfly Mystery
For bentfeather

Was she a Queen of Fairies dressed in ancient lace,
who rode the Dragonfly,
or a gentle spirit of the wind and place,
forever bound to fly.

Sweet bonding of her and the littlest Dragon in the sky,
create the magic that captures the eye,
and always hints at what is wind dancing oh so high,
above the commonplace, and always draws a sigh.

trikebuilder ©
I found this poem Trikebuilder had written for me in my mail.
It's so lovely I asked his permission to post it.
He said, yes, as you see.
Thank You Trike.

[SAMWolf]

That was great of Trike to write that poem and let you post it. Where'd you find that neat graphic???

[SAMWolf]

Hi Trike.

Nice series of DragonFly poems. Is there anything you can't write a poem about? Nice to see you add some poems to Feathers Liar, I'm not very good at it and your quality poems make up for my attempts.

[Soaring Feather]

Sam, did I ever tell you I am a pretty dang good scrounger, too?????

ROTFLOL!!

[Soaring Feather]

Off to fly the Dragons...
Touch the graphic to hear Gordon Lightfoot.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Morning Sam.

[SAMWolf]

Touche!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

THE CRIMES OF CAIN



Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells
Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well?
Tears will pour from the Golden Eagle now
He watches as your soul departs
The fields and the sanctuaries soon will overflow
With the solidarity of hearts

Into our lives you came
With us you will remain
You were given to the fight
To the terror of the night
And the many crimes of Cain

Gravely the Black Madonna walks the winter streets
Bright are the many flowers strewn about her feet
Strong is the spirit of a people scorned
Their freedom is a gift of God
Sweet are the children who hold the legacy
Of the solidarity of Hearts

Into our lives you came
With us you will remain
Oh, forgive us all our trespasses
And we will forgive
The many crimes of Cain
The many crimes of Cain

Joan Baez

[Soaring Feather]

(US Marines - Travel Agents to Allah)


Your taglines absolutely crack me up!!!

Listening to the tunes now Sam. Brother stopped around for a trip down memory lane so I am a little late responding.