~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]

No tea for me.

Good poem Flurry!!
I have tea only once in a while.

I am a coffee gal!

[Conspiracy Guy]

I write about anything. I love coffee.

[Soaring Feather]

A Woman's Song

Hark to the heart of a woman's song!
Hark to the sound of sorrow!
Hear her wailing in the night air?
Agony so deep night creatures hear, cringe with pain!
Hark to the heart of the woman's song!

Hark to the sound of happiness...

Hear the laughing in the moor and bog of ancient days,
careening down the valleys of time.
Hark to the sound of a mother singing softly
to the child she holds near her heart.

Oh Heart of my Heart, I love you with all my breath and life!

Heart of my Heart.

My four daughters, fair, the RJ's of my life.
When you were babes in arms, I but a child myself,
I did love and cuddle you,
sometimes I was scared.
for you, for us,
I could all but hold on.

Hark to the song of a woman's heart,
seasoned and tempered by assaults of life.
Salted in brine of experience and tears.
Marked by skin stretching across the bone of contention.
Of ignorance and superstition, of damnation!

Hark to the sound of a grandmother's heart
singing praise, joy, happiness,
for the battle was worth it.

HML
bentfeather
1998
Published in several local papers and newsletters.

[snippy_about_it]

That's very pretty feather, good graphic too.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks snippy. :-)

[Darksheare]

It was inspired from something I saw in a dream.
Somewhat of a lonely wanderer following a friend and he's always behind, seemingly far behind.
Hence the bootprint and the rose.
*chuckle*

The drawings inspired from dreams usually seem more, not sure how to put it, 'alive'(?) than others.

[Darksheare]

Welcome.
Got another site for evanescence, but I gotta dig it up from wherever I hid it.
*chuckle*

[Soaring Feather]

Dark, do you dream in color??

I always have all my life...

[Soaring Feather]

Some info regarding sunspots we have been hearing about lately.

Sun now more active than in a millennium

A new study indicates the Sun is more active now than it has been for a millennium. New Scientist magazine said the study by scientists from the Max Planck Institute for Aeronomy in Katlenburg-Lindau, Germany, and the University of Oulu in Finland, shows there have been far more sunspots since the 1940s than for the past 1,150 years. Researcher Ilya Usoskin, an geophysicist, told New Scientist sunspot observations
started during the early 17th century, when the telescope was invented. To extend the data farther back in time, Usoskin's team used a physical model to calculate past sunspot numbers from levels of a radioactive isotope preserved in ice cores taken from Greenland and Antarctica. New Scientist said the findings may stoke the controversy over the contribution of the Sun to global warming. And although Usoskin and his team are reluctant to be dragged into the debate, the magazine said their work will probably
be noted by those who claim temperature rises during the past century are the result of changes in the Sun's output.The study appears in the journal Physical Review Letters.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets in the Lair.
Radu you know what to do!
Phil Collins is here just for you.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I wrote this about my good friend Richard Scrushy. I had about 1000 shares of HealthSouth stock. Then a couple of years ago there was an article in the local paper on a Sunday about Richard auditioning young female singers to sponsor a Girl Band like the Spice Girls. A little red light started blicking in my head. Monday morning I dumped my stock. That was around the peak. While I tried to warn a lot of friends, they wouldn't listen. Some of my friends and may others lost there behinds.

Your goose I hope will soon be cooked,
The oven is preheating.
The caviar and wine are gone,
Soon prison food you’re eating.
On 60 minutes you talked loud,
With Congress plead the 5th.
You stole from those who trusted you,
They bought your stock, a myth.
They lost a lot while more you spent,
You’ve shown no sign of sorrow.
Well they still hurt but you will too,
How soon it comes tomorrow.
Eighty-Five indictments,
Surely some will stick.
No probation no parole,
You’ll sit there like a brick.
No more parties no more waste,
No more eating sushi.
I hope you get the maximum,
You deserve it Scrushy.

Flurry 11/05/03

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Flurry!!

Wow this is really good! The piece is so well thought out and written. The ending slayed me!!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Err you saying that my other stuff isn't well thought out and well written? ; )

[Soaring Feather]

Oh no!! Not at all!! :-)

I really like the way this one flows!! You really gave him the smack down.

[Darksheare]

Often.
I also have very vivid dreams where everything feels solid and real.
More real than the waking world at times.
Makes waking up feel like... being sent back to a place less real(?).
Hmm..
Hard to explain, honestly.
I've had extremely vivid dreams, and woke up feeling a deep sense of loss.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I met him several years ago. Spent about 10 minutes with him. He made me think of Bill Clinton.

[Soaring Feather]

Do you dream often?? I can't remember the last time I dreamed. I go through long periods (it seems to me any way) when I don't dream or I can't remember having dreamed.

My dream cycle is Spring/Summer.

Something you said, regarding feeling a great loss is something I understand.

[Soaring Feather]

>He made me think of Bill Clinton.<

I can believe that. Sounds like him too, everyone is a sucker except them, of course.

[Darksheare]

*Whistles, but since I can't whistle it comes out more as a raspberry.*

That would be a bit of a telling.
I have dreams, and then there are dreams.
I know that I dream, but can't remember them sometimes.
Others are disturbing, or odd enough, that I remember them.

And others are truly eery.
The nigh before my step-daughter died, I dreamed that she had died, and that my unit's captain didn't believe me.
The next day she was dead, and I was a mental wreck.
(I will admit, quite a few things snapped inside the skull. Having to bury your only child, even one that is a step-child, changes a person. Usually for the worse.)
My captain called me a liar to my face, said that she "Was, in fact, alive. And even if she wasn't, suck it up and drive on. She didn't mean anything to you anyway!"

He's very lucky to still be among the breathing.
It came down to a hair.

I've had several dreams similar, where I dreamed something and it happened, and wish that I didn't.
Sometimes I wish I didn't dream at all, because the dreams are usually extremely vivid and seemingly real.

I don't have a cycle like that.
I either have extremely vivid dreams, or have bizarre surreal dreams that fade from thought upon waking.
Then there's the music in my dreams.
I often hear music in dreams, and the songs do not exist in the 'waking world'.

Sometimes I dream that I'm up against 'my mortal enemy', and when I meet him finally face to face, he's me.