~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©

[Darksheare]

Actually, yes.
Darksis is much nicer.
(Buttering sis up for when she eventually ends up famous)

[Conspiracy Guy]

I don't sketch much anymore. Too many really bad artist make me look bad. That can be downright disheartening.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'm thinking about contacting Jim Rob and changing my name to Darkbubba. I will start posting the forboding thoughts of an Alabama redneck and tell everyone that I am your cousin from the other side of the Mason Dixon Line. We could start a trio.

[Darkchylde]

Who said I was going to be famous?!
Maybe I'm just going to hoard my
poetry, maybe I won't show anyone
who would think of publishing it!
I don't know anyone who'd think
of publishing it anyway.

[Darkchylde]

Well, we have a brother called Darkshadow, but
he doesn't post like us. I don't think he even writes
like us. Actually, I don't think he writes anything...
at all. Darksheare & I have always been closer, that's
probably why we're alike & Darkshadow is waaay different.

You can run the idea past anyone you want. The forboding
thoughts of an Alabama redneck may very well be far more
frightening than anything we've written. ;-)

[Conspiracy Guy]

If you saw some of these glassy eyed zombies with their confederate flag tee shirts you'd be very aware that New York Alleys don't have a corner on the wretched.

[Darkchylde]

I don't live in the city (thank God!), but out
in the middle of nowhere. I live in the northern
Appalachians. There's a cow farm on nearly every
road & amazingly, we have our own rednecks, none
smart enough to even know what a rhyme IS of course.
Their drunken singing can be amusing, as long as it's
not 3:00 in the morning.

[SAMWolf]

There's a cow farm on nearly every road

Cows with guns

<===Mash This

Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
Cows aren't fun

They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done

Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are one

He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
Cow Tse Tongue

He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Cow doldrums

He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die
Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun

But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed

He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns

They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well hung

Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run free today

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with guns

They crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have fun

Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with guns

The President said "enough is enough

These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"
Cow dung flung

The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
Cows on buns

The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos,
they chewed their last hay
Cows out gunned

The order was given to turn cows to whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers
Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with guns

Dana Lyons

[Darksheare]

I can draw fairly well from people.
But they need to sit still.
I like drawing, and sometimes have surreal stuff pop into my head.
Ugh.

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you SAM. This is probably my favorite parody song you've played for me, except right up there with this is the one "I like the french". LOL!

[SAMWolf]

<===Mash This

[snippy_about_it]

Woo-hoo. Thank you SAM. I love this one too!

btw- no haiku tonight.

I've decide to try out 'free form', although from the looks of it you were right to teach me about haiku so I wouldn't be so wordy. ;)

next post.

[snippy_about_it]

let's speak of a cabin in the woods
of morning coffee
bird watching and dogs at our feet

afternoon naps
computers, movies
and books in their place

cool walks in the forest
evenings by the fire
of shyness overcome by desire

nights of sweet embrace
love that never ends
and passion unrelenting

lets speak of the unspeakable
and dream of the impossible

[SAMWolf]

That wasn't too wordy and I think it's very good.

You been reading my dreams?

You never said anything about being a poet and then you come up with these really good poems.

[snippy_about_it]

...I think it's very good.

Thank you.

...reading my dreams?

As a matter of fact, yes. :)

...never said anything about being a poet...

LOL. I'm not! The Guardian was my very first. Must have needed inspiration. Perhaps I have the soul of....nah. hehehe.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Where did you find that? It is a hoot!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Abstract and surreal I can do. The real looks like it should be on mom's fridge.

[SAMWolf]

I really like parodies. I think I first heard it on Dr Demento a while back.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Autumn Falls



A quiet day in autumn
Blanketed in the heavens
Quiet reigns in the warm cabin
Broken by a crackling fire
The steady noise of a clock
And the breath of a resting man

All is calm to the man
As he revels in the autumn
Ignoring the hands of the clock
And watching the falling leaves
Their colors lighting the ground on fire
Through the windows of the cabin

A gentle womb, he wants never to leave the cabin
Where time and tide ignore the man
Devoid of inner fire
But savoring the autumn
The falling leafs
Showing time like a clock
All love lost to the ticking clock
Awaiting nothing in the cabin
If nothing comes then nothing leaves
Which comforts the aging man
Emotions and pain shed in the autumn
Consumed slowly by the fire

The man rises to feed the fire
The wood burning constantly with the clock
Breathing the cold air of the Autumn
He has only to sit in his cabin
A book and chair beckon to the man
Another breath among the leafs

His resting place buried in the leaves
Awaiting the end of his life's fire
With the unending patience of a broken man
Comforted by the constant clock
He sinks deeper into the chair in the cabin
And dreams away the autumn

An empty, content man who couldn't outlive the clock
He quietly leaves, spirit brighter than the fire
Leaving an empty cabin in the quiet autumn
SanguineSaint