~The Dragon Flies' Lair IV~

November 7, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Flurry,

Thanks for stopping by!!

Have a great day. See you later,

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. Good poetry Trikebuilder. Thanks for bringing it over the thread IV feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Trike is a wonderful writer. And don't you just love those Trikes of his??

[Darksheare]

Morning.
*even though my head is falling off my shoulders..*

[Soaring Feather]

Medieval Romance

William Shakespeare

That time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

____________

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, thou less the show appear;
That love is merchandiz'd whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was won't to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue,
Because I would not dull you with my song.

____________

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

[Darksheare]

Shakespeare was always an excellent wordsmith, his usage of terms in his day was amazing.
*sigh*
To be even half as good...

[Soaring Feather]

His words are still with us and are relevant in the 21st Century.

I don't worry about writing as well as he, I write as well as I can.

[Darksheare]

Yeas, but to have his comfort with word usage.
(I'm not very expressive with words in all honesty. I'm better off sketching what I'm thinking or feeling.)

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

MEN ARE NOT MOUNTAINS



Men are not any stronger than rocks.
And they will erode away
from the tides of love.

Those silently falling tears
Will pound away at the very shores
of their soul,
just like the ocean’s mighty waves.

They are not mountains either,
for they cannot stand so tall
when all alone.

Rev. Bill McDonald

[snippy_about_it]

Good music, moving poem.

Thanks SAM.

[Soaring Feather]

MEN ARE NOT MOUNTAINS

Rev. Bill McDonald


Sam,

Thanks so much for today's poem. I like it a lot.

Listening now to "Sunshine On My Shoulders." Love this song.

[Soaring Feather]

Reading subtle changes
in a lover thru fingertips
is the most accurate
way to detect a shift
in color, mood, temper
and emotion

Even though years
may span in a relationship
a cooling of color at dusk
a shifting to aloneness
by one breaks the vow
of together - the
texture if embossed
is flattened, faded
dried and brittle
dust in the wind
tattered paper vows
in abstract misery...

bentfeather

[Darksheare]

I must go scare away the demon bunny in the sky that is nibbling away at the moon.
I'll be right back.
*chuckle*

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. Go get him!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!
I love that line!! Can you see the eclipse?? I saw the moon earlier, it was huge and cold looking. Could be because it's cold here.

[Darksheare]

It's cold here too.
I can see it, the moon was almost all blood red, but it is now a waning eclipse.
I guess I scared him off even without the bonfires and the whole village screaming.

[Soaring Feather]

I see it, I see it!! Fantastic!! It's almost total!

Going back out to look, man is it cold!!

[Darksheare]

Yes, it's very cold.
I came back in to warm up somewhat.
And get some hot chocolate.
That may be a good idea as well.

[Soaring Feather]

Love voyages end
sans
caresses
and are desired

laughing is rime...

bentfeather