~The Dragon Flies' Lair IV~

November 7, 2003 | bentfeather

[Trikebuilder]

Glad you like it. Got the idea today watching the people walking on the street downtown, and it sort of fell in place. It always amazes me where ideas come from!

[Soaring Feather]

It has a wonderful beat to it. Especially the last stanza.

It's really good.

[Trikebuilder]

Well, lets get one of the board musicians to put it to a tune and we'll use the residuals to finace the board. :^)

[Soaring Feather]

Deal, you going to negotitate with them??:-)

[Trikebuilder]

"Deal, you going to negotitate with them??:-)"

My negotitating skills are a bit like watching a scrap crusher flatten a car, perhaps we need someone with more subtly!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL mine aren't much better!

Sometimes I don't ask, I tell!! LOL
:-)

[Trikebuilder]

Good night fair lass, until the non, for I go now to the folds of Morphus's cape of dreams, and the glories found therein.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Night Fair Prince
Sleep well, Dream A Little Love a Love.
Radu, click on the ms feather.
Phil is waiting for you.

[Old Sarge]

Part The Second

We are watching still...
The Night moves on, but We are watching still.

We live our lives through the lines and lights.
Here, secluded from the World of Light,
we revel in the new intimacy that unfolds before us.

Intimacy?

How can you caress a spark?
How can you hold an online hand?
And what can we derive from a virtual kiss?

I'll tell you Our secret...

We have a power the Others don't have,
those of the Light World that shuns us.
It gives us back what we used to be, and wish to be again...

We can IMAGINE...

So, I shall caress you, my spark of life...
I shall hold you, my online lover...
and I shall taste your kiss in my mind and heart,

For THAT, tho' they try, they cannot take.

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 second in your series of Watch Poems.

This is excellent work and look forward to your third poem.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning poets!
Sunday morning,
time to rhyme,
can we waltz in two/four time,
poets can do it just fine!

[snippy_about_it]

We can imagine!

That's a nice one Old Sarge.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. It's a wonderful Sunday morning. How are you?

[snippy_about_it]

Classic poets on love. So true.

I've missed a lot the last few days I see. We are back on track at the Foxhole and I hope to catch up with what I've missed here at the Lair!

[Soaring Feather]

I am fine snippy, thank you, and you??

[snippy_about_it]

I'm fine too, thanks.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

"TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER"



'Tis the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh!

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Thomas Moore

[Soaring Feather]

Isn't it great we have new poets coming to the Lair??

I am so pleased.

[Soaring Feather]

"TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER"
Thomas Moore



Ahhhhhhhh *sigh* now this man could write poetry.
The last stanza is a SWOON, so beautiful.

Thank You SAM for finding just the right poem.