~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]

Precious gems snippy, precious gems,
hold near the heart, no one can see them
and they'll never part.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL

Never saw this one before!

[Colonel_Flagg]

these cannot be lost or stolen or damaged
they are mine until I am no longer

Truer words were rarely spoken.

[SAMWolf]

I wish I could get inspired like you do. That's really good.

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks all.

[Johnny Gage]

Happy Snow-filled Monday!

Sam: That's a great picture!

Tonight, on the main stage at the "Cop'er Bar"
Oswald and the Rubyists.

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I hope to be more of a browser/poster on this thread.
I've come to the realization that I really don't care for some of the "condescensional critique" by one of the folks at the "north of the border" poetry place. *sigh* (Most of you know where I mean)

Anyways, it's sunny and cold here in Minnesota, and we've got a fresh coating of 6" of snow.

Col Flagg: How much did you get up north yonder?

[SAMWolf]

Welcome to the Lair, Johnny. I know Feather, like the rest of us, will be glad to see your poetry contributions here.

[snippy_about_it]

Welcome Johnny. The atmosphere is much better here. It's fun and easy and we have no alterior motives. :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

I've come to the realization that I really don't care for some of the "condescensional critique" by one of the folks at the "north of the border" poetry place. *sigh* (Most of you know where I mean)

Well, Johnny, I'll plead ignorance to this one. In my admittedly short experience in the Lair, everyone has been very kind to the sometimes lonely ramblings of a rank amateur.

Col Flagg: How much did you get up north yonder?

Officially, 8.9 inches. In my driveway, about a foot and half. We got drifts. I was up at 5:30 this morning to snowblow my driveway and naturally, as soon as I finished the plow socked me right back in. Ordinarily I don't profane the language, but there are times when it at least makes you feel good.

[SAMWolf]

I was up at 5:30 this morning to snowblow my driveway and naturally, as soon as I finished the plow socked me right back in.

Ah the "good ole days" LOL!

[snippy_about_it]

we have no alterior motives

LOL. We have no ulterior motives either. In fact, I don't think we have any motives. ROTFLOL. Thanks SAM!

[Soaring Feather]

Johnny,

So glad you are here in the Lair. Please post your poetry.

The only rules here are the rules governing Free Republic.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Ah the "good ole days" LOL!

As God is my witness, I swear this: that although I live in the most beautiful part of the most beautiful state in the Union, I will be a snowbird someday.

Mmhmm. Yep. I will!

[Soaring Feather]

My eyes follow your
silhouetted motion
my memories-gone cold
you show me a smile
in a smokey mirror
you kiss my eyes
killing me softly...

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright © 2003
All Rights Reserved

[Johnny Gage]

Ordinarily I don't profane the language, but there are times when it at least makes you feel good.

ROFL! I hear ya. Same with me. I haven't bothered with the driveway for what we got. This is the first winter where I don't "have to" clear the driveway. You see my wife did 'in-home daycare' up till last June, so I was obligated to clear the driveway each time it snowed.

[Darksheare]

Caught off guard I fell so hard
the bell then rang
around walked the girl with a card
My head sang like a bard
The bout was over, I'd lost my heart

[Soaring Feather]

I heard the bells ring
the birds sang at midnight
I walked o'er bog
in the fog
and saw your ghost
play the fife
in my dream...

[Darksheare]

*chuckle*
Neat.

I was debating on posting the below:

*Echoing voice in empty thread*
"Umm.. hello?"
Unfortunately, the echoes get the attention of the furniture, which comes stampeding at the speaker in an insane herding dust raising clot.
"AAaaaaaugh!"
Buried under the insane furniture, our protagonist passes out!
Join us next time folks when the thread gets slow and the furniture reanimates on it's next victim.
And find out if our protagonist survives!

[Soaring Feather]

To echo you-
*Chuckle*

[Darksheare]

The chuckling echo in the thread did fall
The animated furniture didst it call
The laugher screaming ran down the hall
From under the pile for help did call...