~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]

awwwwwwwww Trike, how I love the poem.

Thank You. So nice to see you.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Japanese Garden



Moonlight Spreading Across the Snow
A Giant Blanket Without a Fringe.
Snowbirds Perching Upon the Lanterns
Gaily Singing Their Winter Song.

Bamboo Reaching Toward the Moonlit Sky,
Cardinals in Brilliant Contrast.
Darting Among the Swaying Branches,
As Though On a Bright Midsummer Day.

Butterflies Floating With the Gentle Breeze,
Water Sparkling, Flowing Swiftly Below,
From the Bridge, the Scene Unfolding -
A Midsummer Dream on A Midwinter Day?
A Perfect Dream With a Perfect Cast,
A Paradox of Light, of Shadows, of Seasons,
Of Bright Warm Sunlight and Velvety Night
A Mystical Moment Frozen in Time!

Shirley Ann Norman

[Soaring Feather]

~A Classic Poet ~

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

A Musical Instrument

What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.

High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.

"This is the way," laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
"The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed."
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, --
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.

~ Italics Added (Mine)~

[Soaring Feather]

Sam,

Good morning!!

Thanks for Breakfast and tunes in the Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

The Japanese Garden
Shirley Ann Norman


Lovely graphic to go with the text!

Great poem, very strong images.

[Soaring Feather]

Just a thought...

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here elow. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.
--Thomas Carlyle

[Darksheare]

Thanks.

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks SAM. Good poetry. I'll bet you didn't notice (or did you) that it talks of moonlight which is what we were using in our little poets dance last night you thought was so mushy. LOL.

Good music too! Watusi!!

[Darksheare]

Not what it seems to be at all
you always pushed me so I'd fall
Shoved me out wingless in the sky
pierced through with the arrows of your lies
Now all I see is your face
why do you smile at my end of grace?
You destroy all who'd love you
rejecting all who could be true
Who's to blame once you're
old and alone?
Look in the mirror because
the one to blame is you
Never what you claimed to be at all
the masks they twitch as they twist and fall
And now I dance as you pull my strings
A puppeteer's approval at the puppet's disgrace
Throw away the masks and
just once let me glimpse your face
Hurt is all you gave
A cradle disguised grave
Hurt is all you have
Is it any wonder then
That those who loved you
Turned and ran?

[SAMWolf]

You're welcome. I was looking for a snow poem and this one I liked.

[Darksheare]

What happened to 100,000 Lemming can't be wrong??
I was waiting for the "100,000 Lemming army marching to a cliff near you."

[Soaring Feather]

My warmth is found
in silent love
and laughing winds
wanting a soft valley...

bentfeather

[Darksheare]

*chuckle*
Ooops.
You found my #830...

[Soaring Feather]

Yupper I am here, though I seem to not have to much to say today!!

[Soaring Feather]

JUST ONE

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true.
One life can make the difference,
You see it's up to YOU!"

~ Author Unknown

[Darksheare]

Wrote the thing at 830 awhile ago, notice I don't have a title for it, and never posted it.
Honestly didn't have the heart to do so.

[Soaring Feather]

Well now, Darksheare, we all write some things we
don't know about. Such as where did that come from, etc.?

Sooooo, let her rip!

[snippy_about_it]

making angels in the snow
flat out on the frozen ground
waving arms and feet
oblivious to the cold



a fort to build
packing snow on high
ammunition rolled and ready to go



mom's carrot on loan
a scarf and some twigs
a snowman to guard the yard



sledding down the hill
fearless as we go
happily tumbling off before the bottom



when did we grow
where did our childhood go
making angels in the snow

[Darksheare]

Well.. that was inspired by real world events at the time, and a good deal of unfiltered anger.
*snorts*
Almost sounds like the stuff inspired by a broken heart, but not quite.