~The Dragon Flies Lair III~

October 18, 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]

I am trying to understand better how inconvenient some of our pesky laws can be for illegal immigrants.

I guess it's this way Flurry, "Everything that was wrong is Right and Everything that Was Right is Wrong."
The PC Crap.

When my grandparents came to America they had to toe the line and live according to US Laws, they got no hand outs and would not have taken any.

No laws where bent for them they came here legally, too. I have my grandmother's pass port from 1899. It was written in five languages. The church in Finland had to attest to the state of my grandmother's health.
I get very angry about these border issue, too.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Long term, illegal immigration and over legal immmigration are a bigger threat than terrorists. We need the melting pot back, we are creating a Tower of Babel.

[Soaring Feather]

Scottish biographer James Boswell wrote, "I think no innocent species of wit or pleasantry should be suppressed, and that a good pun may be admitted among the smaller excellancies of lively conversation."

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Today is Wednesday, Oct. 29, the 302nd day of 2003 with 63 to follow.
The moon is waxing.
The morning stars are Jupiter and Saturn.
The evening stars are Mercury, Mars,
Venus, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto.

[Soaring Feather]

we are creating a Tower of Babel.

Yes, and that's what some really want.

[Conspiracy Guy]

We have to stop it somehow while we still can.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Morning Sam Click this link. http://fun.drno.de/flash/beer.swf

[SAMWolf]

LOL! The girls all get better looking at closing time.

[Soaring Feather]

Poet's of Love

Artists and poet's of love

shape words into a legacy

still as old bronz statues...

The force burns hot upon

pen and paper...


 

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

I agree!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks snippy.

[Soaring Feather]

THE FORCES OF NATURE

The energy released by a hurricane each day would, if
converted to electricity, keep the entire United States
supplied with electrical power for up to three years.

[Soaring Feather]

Touch the Dragon Fly for
Phil Collins and You'll Be In My Heart.

Cold Days of Winter bleak,
stark, barren I miss you most...
the earth sleeps and I unmoved
feel the emptiness weighing on me.
Why did you go?
Moon light echos desolate days
and nights of your going
Star light puncuates the vastness of the void.

bentfeather
11/2002

[Soaring Feather]

Daguerreotype miniature
image on glass
hydrangea clusters midst
old faded roses
feminine splendor
pressed in oval glass...

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bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright © 2003
All Rights Reserved

Touch the Rose
Frankie Laine sings That's My Desire

[Soaring Feather]

Click Barry's picture for "Can't Get Enough of Your Love."

[Trikebuilder]

Back on-line for a while, and wanted to check in and see what great stuff your all posting! As usual, a fun time! later then
Trike


October Nights

Dark winds moan,
sliding down black barren hills above the moors,
into isolated fog bound gullies and bends,
leading one to somewhere.

Sounds shift in random tone,
as if coming from a long hall of many doors,
as moods and moments become then wend,
a heartbeat from here.

Chill the wind and cold the night,
as fog sets the stage for magic’s flight,
as All Saint’s Night is upon us now,
its time of dominance so unchanging.

A heart is moved by shifting light,
and things almost seen with mortal sight,
the spirit feels the nearly there somehow,
and each remembers fears in passing.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Trike!

So good to have you stop around the Lair.

Good poem you have left here nearing the night of spooks and goblins.

You take care now and come around when you can, always a pleasure to read good writing.

[Trikebuilder]

One for the Ladies, sorry I'm so tied up with the 12 hour shifts, keepsme from stopping by as often as I'l like!


Rapture of the Senses

My lover’s eyes sparkle with their fire,
and I wish in it again to burn awhile.
Those soft sweet lips of which I never tire,
touch every nerve and subject me to their trial.

Like a pair of temple dancers entwined,
sliding across the stage of my skin,
two hands touch me without limit of any kind,
and so their dance sets fire to me within.

Their breath scorches me with their soft inner fire,
and leaves me shuddering from the joy that I find.
Whispers pleading and promising that which we desire,
as we burn together, bodies, souls, and minds.

Minds enraptured, bodies entwined, and souls as one,
breaths in time to a galactic pulse measuring our time.
The race of enjoined hearts by us both is won,
as both surrender to passion’s final mime.

[radu]

Poet's of Love

I love your way with words, ms. feather!

[radu]

I may never get caught up but I'm glad I caught this one. I "aaaaaaww-ed" all the way through. LOL!! Cute lil critters!!

[Soaring Feather]

SWOON

Trike,

Rapture of the Senses


You are one of the best romace writers I have had the privilege to know.

Thank you so for stopping by with this gem.