~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]

I use the term 'humdiunger' for stuff of min ethat I don't like.
Which do you use it for?
*chuckle*
Of coure, it could be along the lines of one of my demented short stories like this one found here:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1027478/posts?page=2271#2271
*chuckle*
Guess I'm in a weird mood today.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, I like the poem. I guess, I used the word in a strange way. That poem came from anger.

[Soaring Feather]

I read the piece, Woo Hoo! Not so strange. Reminded me a little bit of of movie I saw and can't remember the title right now.

Burt Reynolds stared in it.

[Darksheare]

Oh.
*Flickering light of recognition behind the caffeine deprived eyes*
I can see that now, interesting.
*chuckle*
That story short on the DD thread was inspired by lack of caffiene and the pic posted above it.

[Darksheare]

That'd be 'Deliverance' with Ned Beatty(spelling?) as well.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, I saw the pic and thought the same thing.

[Soaring Feather]

Bingo!!!!!!

[Darksheare]

*chuckle*
A quote to me from the DD thread a long time ago, "Sometimes I post things and cringe wondering what odd story the demons in your head will make out of it."
*chuckle*
I gotta dig up my creeping ivy story...

[Soaring Feather]

Oh Goodie, Creeping Ivy!!

[Soaring Feather]

Quote

The true worth of a man is to be measured by the object she pursues.
--Marcus Aureleus (121-180) Roman emperor (161-180)

[Darksheare]

Well.. something I wrote on 5/29/2002...
[break]
I am jealous of those who have beautiful yards. Here in southern New York, the only things that seem to grow better than grass and ornamental bushes (bush?) are onions, roses, and scraggly weeds.
*Shotgunning triples of Sambuka while listening to Rob Zombie and wandering in a mind fog*

And here we join our intrepid little adventurer as he wanders through his life. Oh look! Here he is in the wilds of Africa on a big game hunt! Doesn't he look grand standing there by those tall bushes with his helmet on? And my, look at that huge lion behind him! And there goes our intrepid little adventurer...

Join us next week on his trip through the digestive tract of a big cat!

No, this has absolutely no tie in at all. It just popped into my head with a 'high class narrator' voice....
[break]

A small smattering of what REALLy goes on inside my head..

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[Soaring Feather]

I wrote something years ago when I first started writing that is really wild. I will dig around for it. It was written in the late 1970s early 80s.

It's about giant shrimp and fog.

You ain't so weird.

[SAMWolf]

Snowflakes



Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winter's night.

Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake, a falling star
Smiling beauty that is spun afar.

Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.

Linda A. Copp

[Darksheare]

I can't seem to find the link I saved to it.
*pouts*

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam!

Love today's poem. So pretty.

Your song selections this morning are lovely and fit my mood very well.

Have I told you how much I appreciate you?

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

You will find it. I am still looking for Poet's poem to me and my response. *sigh*

I know I have it someplace.

[SAMWolf]

You're welcome Feather.

Nice to see FR have a place for poets to get together and I enjoy providing the music.

[Colonel_Flagg]

My world, a silent symphony of love becomes lost when you fear my whispers will end as love embracing confusion..

The world is dark The oncoming headlights like a train Your face passes me Next to his We meet, we pass, we part Tears from my soul Burn inside and out Why?

[Colonel_Flagg]

The world is dark
The oncoming headlights like a train
Your face passes me
Next to his
We meet, we pass, we part
Tears from my soul
Burn inside and out
Why?