~The Dragon Flies' Lair IV~

November 7, 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 guide
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]

Misinformation even back then!!


"Comets are not heavenly bodies, but originate in the
earth's atmosphere below the moon."
- Augustion de Angelis of the Clementine College, Rome, 1673.

[radu]

You're welcome, ms. feather. I'd forgotten til today that I had a shot of Cotton awake. LOL!

He's spooked by anyone who comes over, it wasn't just you while you were here. I'll never understand why some of these critters are timid and others are "in your face" friendly....like ol' Fred.

[radu]

Dang it, I was in a hurry earlier and I hate it when this happens....I forgot to thank you for the poem you wrote about your trip. I copied it into a draft so I can print it off. Petey and Aunt Clara will love it, too.

Thank you!
*HUGZ*

[Soaring Feather]

:-)

[Soaring Feather]

To: bentfeather

Another for you Lady Feather

What The Cowboy Saw

The old cowboy saddled up and headed into town,
to see what life was like where the clock never did run down.
Glaring light and overpriced beer, and folks who didn’t seem to care,
and others who weren’t exactly all there, made the place seem a Nutter’s fair.

Fast food so bad coyotes would let it be, and start gnaw’n on a tree,
and traffic flowing like a raging river, full of fools as their victims flee.
Noise enough to shatter stone and something called music that soured the ear,
it left one deef and a bit confused, and just this side of mindless fear.

Women dressing like hookers on parade, suing for looking at the goods,
men who’d got’n touch with their feminine side, should’ve been wearing hoods!
Youngster in pants falling down, and caps on wrong to spite their faces,
made the old cowboy wonder mighty about the future of all races.

Word were everywhere and most were obscene as they could be,
it made one wonder if common sense and intelligence did flee!
Dog crap on sidewalks and folks in the gutter and nobody care’n,
if this was the good life, thanks for not share’n!

He saddled back up and headed for friendlier places,
where beer was cost less, and the people had familiar faces.
Never again to Gomorra to go, enough is enough and then some you know,
slow down and live, see the world going by, enjoy the short life, say whoa!

1,028 posted on 11/14/2003 11:49 PM EST by Trikebuilder (We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
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[Soaring Feather]

What The Cowboy Saw


Trike posted this poem on thread III of the Lair.

I brought it over so all may see it.

Thank You Trike.

[SAMWolf]

Thanks Feather.

Trikebuilder, I like reading your poems, nice to see the talent that's out there. Makes me wish I paid more attention to poetry in school.

[Soaring Feather]

Dawning memories
one Blue Moon
waiting for midnight
Another day
Longing love~

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

Checking my pings before bed and I see I completely missed yours this morning, too worried about the Foxhole. Glad that's better now. Good music. Here's one back atcha you've played before.

Good night SAM.

[snippy_about_it]

Oooh, a doll house and it's huge! Got two? :-)

[snippy_about_it]

feather that's wonderful writing about your trip. You've inspired my, now all I need is a little time. ;)

[snippy_about_it]

That's on my favorites list of your poetry.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.
Thank You all for making this a place of poetry and beauty.
Radu, Phil Collins is waiting to sing to you.

[SAMWolf]

Good night, Snippy. Get some sleep and thanks for all the help recovering from our loss of server once again.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You snippy!! I want you to write until your fingers ache!

You have a lot to say!

[SAMWolf]

Wait till Christmas and you can have BOTH of "mine" LOL!

[Old Sarge]

By request, Ms. Feather:

Night.
The abscence of light,
...but not of life.
For We are watching...

We are the ones in the back of the club, watching your mating rites with eyes glowing;

We are the ones behind the glass, feeding your bodies with empty food and emptier eyes;

We are the ones patrolling your streets, with blue suits and badges, and loved ones missing us;

We are the ones whose fingers dance on our keys, in the quiet of our rooms, in the dead of night;

For while the Moon sleeps, and the Sun dreams on,

We coast through the lines of your lives, on invisible threads of light,

Sharing our thoughts, which all ignore;
Sharing our dreams, which all deny us;
Sharing our selves, with none but ourselves...

Listen to Us...
The Children of the Night Shift...
What Music We Make.

(C) 1995 by John S. Rutt

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you so much Sarge for posting this work.

I would love for you to post all of this piece.

It's very good.

[snippy_about_it]

You're welcome although no thank you is necessary, we are a team and it took team work to resolve it. :)


Hmmm, about those dollhouses..

Wait till Christmas and you can have BOTH.....

he he....bring it on.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Morning everyone,
time to rise and shine
and make good rhyme!
Sam will be around with Coffee and Donuts and tunes soon.