~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©

[Conspiracy Guy]

Psssst! Osama called me in October and asked where he could surrender. I had him meet me at the Dunkin Donuts. He had been working as a convenience store clerk in North Birmingham. He said that the job was just too dangerous so he wanted to be taken into custody. I am holding him at an undisclosed location until the timing is right. I wouldn't tell you about it but I know the Democratic Trolls lurking around here can't read so it's safe.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Don't know about swooning,
I just like the Crooning.
Yes, and lets' not leave out honeymooning!
LOL
In my mother's time they called
it spoonin'
Can you imagine such jive today
it's enough to give me the hives
I'm In The Mood
to swoon and croon
not moan and groan
just play with the words
would not be unheard
not absurd to Swoon away
a dreary day, so come on
poets and let's play!

The words are in the dictionary,
That’s where I keep them all.
Arranging them to make some sense,
Is where my talents fall.

[Soaring Feather]

Arranging words
to make sense
a word smithies job
or is it plight
to make it right
We rant and rave
the truth we seek
our words are sharp
as swords in war
shave to the bone
of hurt and pain
so don't mess with us
we know the game!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Words are like arrows,
Aim them with care.
Be sure of the target,
When they take air.
Aim down the shaft,
Release when you on.
They can be loving,
Or cut to the bone.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Words are like arrows,
Aim them with care.
Be sure of the target,
When they take air.
Aim down the shaft,
Release when you're on.
They can be loving,
Or cut to the bone.

[Soaring Feather]

St. Valentine
aimed arrows
to the heart
A Dear John letter
breaks a heart
An I Love You
mends a heart
Sweet Poetry
fills a heart...

Arrows pointed
can slay a deer
sharp words
will pierce a dear heart
lay down scars
to thicken in time
and crystallize to rock
that has no shine...

[Conspiracy Guy]

Butter beans, butter beans, good for the heart.
The more you eat, the more you like them.

Ah Ha.

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL
Did you rewrite that???

Rhymes with heart!!!

[Colonel_Flagg]

A master of language
The Colonel is not
My prose is not pithy
Cold, rather than hot

Yet it seems not to matter
Snug here in the Lair
My feelings flow freely
I let down my hair

What there is of it ... :)

[Conspiracy Guy]

I got in trouble last time I said the Flatulence word. Remember?

[Soaring Feather]

Fabulous Colonel!!

I am so happy you are free
to say what you mean
and let it be.... :-)

[Soaring Feather]

awwwwwwwwww, I'm sorry CG!

I thought of that! LOL

Butter beans butter beans
the more you eat the more
you start to think about another
F word to rhyme with heart!!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Even a blind hog finds an acorn sometimes. :)

But seriously, it's nothing but fun here. Sadly, no more energizing dreams have occurred, but tonight is another night!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Next I'll be writing limericks with the word Nantuckett in them.

So far have I fallen.

[Darksheare]

with words aflame
we carve our names
for scrambled fame in vain
But touching deep
the silence keep
a hollow echo'd dreamy sleep
But in the morn
lives tossed and torn
the loss of youth's innocence we mourn.

[Darksheare]

Well, there's this one.

There once was a man from nantucket
who tried to p*** in a bucket
He slipped and fell, cursed and yelled
and finally said F*****!!

edited for reason...

[Conspiracy Guy]

All limericks need Nantucket in them. It should be a law.

[Darksheare]

Yes.
And the guy from Stowe on the Wold.
Gotta have the guy from Stowe on the Wold.

[Conspiracy Guy]

There once was a man in Nantucket,
From Stowe on the Wold with his bucket.
He'd sit and he'd stare,
But he had no hair.
When the ball came his way he'd just duck it.

[Darksheare]

LOL!