~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©

[snippy_about_it]

Now I like that poetry. Clear and to the point!

[SAMWolf]

Yeah they sure grow up quick don't they?

[SAMWolf]

Yep! You know exactly what he trying to tell you.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Too fast. I had the blink muscles removed from my eyes long ago.

[SAMWolf]

Wish I had thought of that. :-)

[Conspiracy Guy]

Sleeping requires a very dark room.

[snippy_about_it]

no flat land in sight
the smell of pine in the air
this is Oregon

[SAMWolf]

You're getting good!

[snippy_about_it]

The work day is done
Time now for Foxhole and friends
I'm headed for home.


LOL! Woo-hoo.

[SAMWolf]

We've created a haiku spewing monster!! ;-)

[Darkchylde]

Lovely day, but you couldn't stay.
I had to let you go.
Life moves on from dusk till dawn,
yet I still wait for you to show.
And you'll never know... you'll never know
all the things you'll never be.
And you'll never know... oh you'll never know
everything you meant to me.
Lovely day, but you went away...
And I had to let you go.

Darkchylde

[SAMWolf]

That's a very good poem.

It doesn't seem so "dark" to me, sad but not dark.

[Darksheare]

Something from the same time period that I did.
Same inspiration as hers:

Called away on a sunny day.
Too busy to stay, too urgent to go.
Only 19, only 19.
Never got to say goodbye.
Turned the key and left the world behind.
Only 19, only 19.
The wake is over, the ground is cold.
The pain is getting rather old.
But you won't know any of that
You were called away on a sunny day.
And now you're forever 19.

Requiem for a friend. 21 August, 1981 - 29 December, 2000.

[SAMWolf]

Hey, you never told me you were a poet!! Must run in the family.

[Darksheare]

I'm not, by nature.
I usually write drek and drivel.
Or stuff that shows just how shattered a mind I operate with.
For example:

Pins and needles, turning wheels
turning on the sea.
Winking words from snoring birds
I'm not here usually
The butterflies with neon eyes say
'come hang out with me'
With twisted wire, pantry fires
Got a scorched air policy
Dancing dreamers & smoking lemurs
at the movie opening
Got it wrong, the same old song
A red flag penalty
Sawing frogs on rolling logs
Down at Marquess D'Homily
Stranger now how life turns out
in the Coffee Tear machine.

[Darkchylde]

Most of my stuff is sad.
Actually most of my stuff
is worse than that.

Hair in a swirl,
cruel girl.
Break their hearts a plenty.
Cause them pain,
make them wait in the rain
for a girl who'll never show.
And they know 'yes' may be 'no',
but it's not a safe guess to think 'no' may be 'yes'.
Twisted pearl,
cruel girl.
You may be the life of the party, honey,
but you're empty 'cause you just want their money.
There's so many & you know you could have any,
but what you can get to isn't good enough.
In your eyes, if they give it easy then it's just fluff.
Diamonds, sapphires & unrequited love.
They give all this to you, the mourning dove.
What a world for the cruel girl.
You have no shame when you play your game,
you've even given every step a name.
Life's in a whirl,
cruel girl.
Cause them pain,
... in the rain.
You don't show & they'll never know how they're all the same,
part of your game, where every step has a name...
Hair in a swirl,
twisted pearl,
in a whirl,
the cruel girl.

[SAMWolf]

I usually write drek and drivel.

Hey that's a perfect description of the few I tried.

[Darkchylde]

Actually, that poem is
from long before mine.
Mine is a few years after
Forever 19.

[SAMWolf]

Ok I'll admit that I don't get that one, but it seems to be written from a woman's view.

[Darksheare]

Ahh, but I have been named the King of Drek.
A title I wear with no small irony.
(And sis asks me about poetry... She'd be better off speaking to people who make sense. Hint, sis. Sane people. I = Unsane.)
*chuckle*