~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]

Pssst... alliterative.
Has stuff over here [a few spaces] then has stuff over here
And then the next line repeats [a few spaces] the above form down here.

[Darkchylde]

From the dragon's mouth
I heard a small, frightened voice.
It was his dentist.

So much poetry
floating through my mind tonight,
I've got a headache!

[Soaring Feather]

November, slowly lost feeling,
I sifting cold mist and pain
worried on life,
Snowflakes and love
a sore time...

bentfeather
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MLH

[snippy_about_it]

unsure of ourselves we try to find our way
strengthening this friendship so new

~~~
we feel the depth of it,
we sense the importance of it
~~~


though not always sure where it's going
we know it's meant to be


what's true is i love you

sai 9.03

[SAMWolf]

And using my all time favorite characters. Why do I know who "Calvin" is in this relationship?

[snippy_about_it]

Why do I know who "Calvin" is in this relationship?

LOL!

We can take turns.

[SAMWolf]

You act like a 7 year old boy?

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

In November



With autumn and the flaring leaves our love must end-—
Ere flauntful spring shall mock thy tears and my despair
With blossoms red or pale, some April bride may wear:
Now, while the weary, grey, forgetful heavens bend

Above the grief and languor of the dying lands,
In one last kiss shall meet and mingle and expire
The muted, last, remembering sighs of our desire;
And on my face the flower-like burden of thy hands

Shall rest a little, and be taken tenderly,
And, ah, how lightly hence! And in thy golden eyes,
Thy love, and all the ashen glory of the skies,
Shall mingle, and as in a mirror lie for me.

Clark Ashton Smith

[Soaring Feather]

Good Morning Poets!!

[snippy_about_it]

Oh, I could. As long as it didn't involve squishin' bugs.

;)

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather, beautiful graphic. Like the tagline today, too.

[snippy_about_it]

Sad but sweet poetry this morning. Thank you for the instrumental music today too.

[SAMWolf]

As long as it didn't involve squishin' bugs. LOL! That's one of the main "entertainments" for a 7 year old boy.

[Darksheare]

Well, that and throwing frogs at people.

[Darksheare]

Morning.
Got a single line stuck in my head:

"And it was the Wee Wild Wood Wynken of Blasken Nog."
No, I have no idea why, and cannot really phathom what I'm supposed to do with it.

[SAMWolf]

LOL! Ah the fun things of our youth.

[Darksheare]

Well, that and the garden slugs..
Yes, I do miss it well.

[Soaring Feather]

I'll be leaving in a few minutes to visit a niece and grand nephew. I'll be back later on this afternoon to slam dunk you all with poetry!! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Work on it dark
it will not get caught


and will make sense

but don't get your pants
caught on the fence

elst you'll be fodder
for the bumble bee...