~The Dragon Flies Lair II~

bentfeather | poets

[Darksheare]

Well, it would be nice if the joystick's own software could 'see' it, that way I could play my flight sims and such, but it can't, thus I can't.
*snort*
I might actually go up a tree in frustartion after this...
Did everything that Logitech said to do to try and get the software to detect itself.
And still nothing.
And they have no answers at all.

[snippy_about_it]

Lovely rose feather. Love the color.

[My back yard]

Good morning, and how are ya'll doin? I'll have a cup of coffee, yes.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning, or afternoon here in the Midwest. The coffee is always brewing here at bentfeathers place, courtesy of SAM.

[Soaring Feather]

Today we entered friendly hope
we're laughing again...
Our desire found night filled with us,
Without a care...

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

[Soaring Feather]

Hi MBY!!

So good to see you!! WOW!

Hope all is well with you.

[snippy_about_it]

another good one feather.

[Darksheare]

Bravo.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you snippy.

[Soaring Feather]

Smiles and Hugs!!

[Darksheare]

I wander the forested trail
stalking leaf covered paths unseen
Haunted by her voice and face
whispered words as from a dream
A drifting shadow in the night
mist outside it's boundary
Back to my halls once more
footfall echo'd darkened corridors
A dark repose is my keep
no quiet refrain in my cursed sleep
Even as I wander paths unseen
the leaf littered forest scene
Her face and voice haunt my dreams
and only I am there to hear my scream

[snippy_about_it]

woo-hoo Darksheare. That's good!

[Darksheare]

I'm afeared that gothic poems of woe are my 'kith and ken'.

[Darksheare]

Though I should probably change the line "As from a dream" to "As from dream/s" or such.

[snippy_about_it]

'kith and ken'

I've heard of Barbie and Ken but not kith and ken???

[Darksheare]

Well, kith and kin.

[Soaring Feather]

I wandered many a lonely forest trail
the wolves riding tail
and owls screeching wild
the heart of a broken child

Many a heart was worn on sleeves
broken and smashed like dried leaves
left in piles of mouldy ruin

Dusty rusty left to the winds
to haunt the minds of lonley men
and kiss the children in their sleep

Keep them safe for goodness sake...

[Darksheare]

Pretty, thanks.
And I will try to keep them safe.

[Soaring Feather]

Yesterday I thought of you
and olden times and skies of blue
and Merry Old England of Renaissance
of noble men and loyal deeds
of pipes and jousting knights
on horses huge and wild
and smoked turkey legs served bare
Apple Cider in a jar,
and little children running all about
and dogs on leashes big and small
the sound of laughter on the wind
oh, yes and I thought of him...

[Soaring Feather]

WHOO HOO

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