~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©

[Soaring Feather]

That's the best part of it. New poets.

[Soaring Feather]

Tonight the planets touch stars
Northern Lights fire the heavens
Seeing desire awake and wait
needing each other...

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright(c)2003
All Rights Reserved

[snippy_about_it]

[snippy_about_it]

I like it!

[Darksheare]

Once upon a time, before I joined the military, I had nice beautiful flowing script.
After the military, my script looks like something out of a pharmacists nightmare or hieroglyphics of some sort.

I usually get asked, "what the heck is this word here?"
(Worse than that, I need to know what the subject of what I was writing was to be able to read it myself.)
But I rarely transpose letter while writing.
Typing is comletely different...

[Darksheare]

Thanks.
;-)

[Darksheare]

A small joking test, see if you can guess which of us wrote what in this one.
Sis, no cheating and telling them which lines each of us wrote!

Funeral March

The night has come, the leaves have fallen
And amid the ashes of what once was, I stand
Staring at the glow-worm sparks of my pyre
My heart is aching, nay is breaking for the love I'd lost but never found
There in the dark I weep, my tears fall to the ground
There is a soft wind around, picking leaves up at my feet
Such silence, such emptiness, not even a heart beat
A broken heart that beats no more
I hide myself behind a mask, a smiling mask
Always... always
...nevermore...

[snippy_about_it]

This is going to be fun. You'll have to give me a while because it's Friday so I have meetings. *ugh*

By noon I should be free.

[Darksheare]

*Evil laugh*
Don't worry, I won't tell.. and you have all the time you need.
Just keep in mind that this was a joint effort between sis and I with her writing some lines, and then I writing some lines.

Good luck in the land of meaningless meetings.

[SAMWolf]

I vote for Darkchylde

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

INDIAN SUMMER



I cannot believe
it is the cold
that impels grasses
to become dry, colorless,
cracking beneath my feet;
or leaves to turn
flaming red,
parched yellow,
sun baked brown.

Instead, it seems,
unrelenting thirst
brings these days down,
slowly seeping
the lush moist green
from vital cells.
Now only the dull,
dust covered evergreens
leave a hint of
summer's hope.

Anne Johnson

[Darksheare]

Ahh, but which lines are hers?

[SAMWolf]

Picky picky picky!

The night has come, the leaves have fallen
And amid the ashes of what once was, I stand
Staring at the glow-worm sparks of my pyre
My heart is aching, nay is breaking for the love I'd lost but never found

[Darksheare]

Honestly, I can't reveal which line is whose until all guesses are in.
But you're close.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!!

I'll be around in a bit with a poem.

:-)

[Darksheare]

OKers.

[snippy_about_it]

The night has come, the leaves have fallen
And amid the ashes of what once was, I stand - Darksheare
Staring at the glow-worm sparks of my pyre -Darksheare
My heart is aching, nay is breaking for the love I'd lost but never found
There in the dark I weep, my tears fall to the ground - Darksheare
There is a soft wind around, picking leaves up at my feet -Darksheare
Such silence, such emptiness, not even a heart beat
A broken heart that beats no more
I hide myself behind a mask, a smiling mask -Darksheare
Always... always
...nevermore... Darksheare

[Darksheare]

Close too.

[snippy_about_it]

time to fess up.