~The Dragon Flies Lair II~

bentfeather | poets

[snippy_about_it]

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]

*Gaspings*
300 sneak!!
Oh well..

[Darksheare]

She said she'd dent my head
And send me running from my bed
She wasn't as nice as I'd been led
And who'd have known she dressed in red?
And with that vase she made me dead.

[Darksheare]

One of my favored songs by the band Dream Theater.

Dream Theater - Pull Me Under

Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Arrows fly
Seas increase and then fall again

This world is spinning around me
This world is spinning without me and
Every day sends future to past
Every breath leaves me one less to my last

Watch the sparrow falling
Gives new meaning to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day

I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I did ever love him I am not afraid

This world is spinning around me
The whole world keeps spinning around me and
All life is future to past
Every breath leaves me one less to my last

Pull me under
Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is to set it right

Dust fills my eyes
Clouds roll by and I roll with them
Centuries cry
Orders fly and I fall again

This world is spinning inside me
The whole world is spinning inside me
Every day sends future to past
Every step brings me closer to my last

Pull me under
Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in the sun
Only until your will is done


Pull me under
Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is to set it right
Pull me under
Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in the sun
Only until your will is done

Oh that this too
Too solid flesh
Would melt

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets!!

[Soaring Feather]

WoW Dark, that graphic is terrific!!
A giant WHOO HOO to you!!

[SAMWolf]

Why do I get the feeling Radu would like that drawing?

[SAMWolf]

Good night Feather

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather, still in MO or have you moved on?

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning snippy!!

Still in MO.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Why?



A torch & radio hang off my belt,
In winter I freeze,In summer I melt.
I’m awake all night, asleep all day,
Will I patrol my life away.
If you don’t see us, the man/woman or dog,
Rest assured, we’re doing our job.
Ours is to see and not to be seen,
That black and & tan shepherd, With the handler in green.
Those long conversations, where nothing is said,
Where he lifts his paw, and I pat his head.
He gets all the attention and deservedly so,
He’s the most courageous, creature I know.
He’ll sit down or stay, or rip off your legs,
One word from his handler,
He’ll tear you to shreds.
When he brings down a man, his tail will be wagging,
Though seldom in anger, more likely in just bragging.
My big furry playmate, so fearsome and tough,
And I’ll never tell, just how much is bluff.
All that excitement, by the light of the moon,
We’ve waited for weeks, it’s all over too soon.
This same old patrol, its becoming a habit,
The only excitement, a cat or a rabbit.
From sunburn to frost-bite, from mozzies to flies,
To the wind in your face, and the sun in your eyes.
We’ve braved all the elements, to make piles of money,
The piles I have got, the pay just ain’t funny.
So why you may ask, do I favour this life,
Where I talk more to him, than I do to my partner.
It it isn’t the pay, the perks or conditions,
Then what is the reason, for this silly rendition.
The reason I stay here, and the reasons, I slog,
Is not for the money, but for the love of a dog
So why you may ask when you quiz, is the friendship between us so fine ?
Cos the life he lays down will be his;
And the life he saves will be mine !!

Grant Teeboon

[Soaring Feather]

Great Dog poem today Sam!!

Thanks so much for Breakfast and the tunes, listening as I type!

Creedence Clearwater, yeah!!!

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks SAM, a good bunch of Creedence and a beautiful tearjerker poem about man and his best friend. Geez I love dogs.

[SAMWolf]

You're welcome Snippy. Dogs and Wolfs. Sigh!

[snippy_about_it]

Yep. Dogs and SAMWolf sigh. ;)

[Darksheare]

Thanks.

[Darksheare]

Umm.. Hmm.. I don't know.
;-)

[Darksheare]

I was told that you might like my scribbled image in my post 302.
So I shall ping you to it.
Blame Sam for giving me the idea.
;-)

[Darkchylde]

If you like that drawing, you should
take a look at some of his other works.
Unfortunately, some of his work is too
large to be scanned & posted.