~The Dragon Flies' Lair V~

November 25, 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 guides
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©

[Darksheare]

Song lyrics.
*nods, grins*

[Soaring Feather]

19th of what Dark, the date of the month or the thread posting number? Poet's post.

[Darksheare]

*Groans*
I should try to be more specific.
(Cripes I fee like a dope.)
His last post on the 19th of November.
FReepmailed to you the link.

[Soaring Feather]

Ode to Poet

Poet, you always told me you were an old man,
I never believed you.
The last time I talked to you was in June of 2003.
I led you to another poetry sight.
We talked about the differences in format there.
You told me you would need a lot of my help.
I was willing to do whatever it took to get you there.

Well, now you are gone from this place poet.
Your wonderful words we cannot read here.
You're in a far better place, poet.
You are with your master whom you loved with all your heart and soul.

This piece is not done in the superb manner you would use, poet.
The words are just bentfeather's feeble attempt to honor you and your work.

I have the little treasures you wrote to me.
They shall be returned to hold a place of honor again on my profile page.

Rest well Poet, I know you have earned a place of golden crowns.
PS Poet, I shall miss the way you called me feather.

[snippy_about_it]

In tribute to your friend feather, I'm sorry for your loss.


The Dying Christian To His Soul

VITAL spark of heav'nly flame,
Quit, oh, quit, this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!

Hark! they whisper; Angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my Soul! can this be Death?

The world recedes; it disappears;
Heav'n opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy Victory?
O Death! where is thy Sting?

Alexander Pope

[Soaring Feather]

My midnight dreams
conceived in our love
thoughts structured by
loving moments unmeasured
in winter's soft plan

My desire rendered the
landscapes pale blue
held by heart's connections forever...

bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright © 12/06/03
All Rights Reserved

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You so much snippy for the lovely poem.

Poet would have liked that.

[snippy_about_it]

Your welcome feather.

[snippy_about_it]

Very pretty.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks snippy.

#550!! Woo Hoo!!

[Darksheare]

I have no poetry to add that would do him justice.
So I will remain silent out of respect.

[Darksheare]

Thank you, it's pretty.
Especially with the graphic.

[Soaring Feather]

That's so sweet of you Darksheare. I was not sure I had any poetry that would do him justice, just some heart felt words.

[Darksheare]

Well, I've got zip that's uplifting, or would do any justice at the moment.
So, the respectable thing to do would be to pay respects in some other form.
*low bow*
My condolences for the loss of your friend, and to any family he left behind.

[Soaring Feather]

Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some
achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

Author: William Shakespeare

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.
Sleep well, and remember to...
~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~
radu, Phil is waiting for you!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone in The Dragon Flies' Lair

[Soaring Feather]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

Sonnett

X

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
I love thee . . . mark! . . . I love thee--in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I led, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.

[Soaring Feather]

A Place for Me

There is a special place in life,
That needs my humble skill,
A certain Job I'm meant to do,
Which no one else can fulfill.
The time will be demanding,
And the pay is not too good
And yet I wouldn't change itfor a moment -- even if I could.
There is a special place in life,
A Goal I must attain,
A dream that I must follow,
Because I won't be back again.
There is a mark that I must leave,
However small it seems to be,
A legacy of love for those
Who follow after me.
There is a special place in life,
That only I may share,
A little path that bears my name,
Awaiting me somewhere.
There is a hand that I must hold,
A word that I must say,
A smile that I must give,
For there are tears to blow away.
There is a special place in life
That I was meant to fill,
A sunny spot where flowers grow,
Upon a windy hill.
There's always a tomorrow and the best is yet to be,
And somewhere in this world,I know there is a place for me!

Author Unknown

[Soaring Feather]

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