~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~

December 17,2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

I thought it was lovely.

[Soaring Feather]

#200 goes to Darksheare!!

Meant to say that on the last post!!

[SAMWolf]

Nice!

[Darksheare]

*chuckle*

[Soaring Feather]

[Darksheare]

*Dies Laughing*

[Soaring Feather]

George Bernard Shaw said, "There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses."

[Soaring Feather]

Baking Bread

I knead your arms
and flour your back
with smooth silky
strokes and even pressure
rolling with the palms
and strong hands
sore from not being used
and not kneading

I knead the dough
after it has risen
been punched down
and allowed to rise again
in a safe warm place
I knead it again
then after it has rested
for a bit it
gets another kneading

After all the kneading
it's ready to be baked
in a preheated oven
at 350 F
a good steady temperature
to assure a nicely risen
and hollow sounding loaf
of holiday bread
after all the kneading
I need a little kneading!

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

LOL.

[Darksheare]

Uhhh Huh.
*LOL*

[Colonel_Flagg]

I *knew* I should have baked this year instead of shopping.

[Soaring Feather]

I am baking!! Really baking! ROTFLOL!

[Trikebuilder]

Season's Greetings one and all, may you find all the joy and wonders of the Season.

[Soaring Feather]

Hey Trikebuilder!! Season's Greetings to you and yours!

Have you met Colonel Flagg?? Colonel met our Trikebuilder. If you click on Trikebuilders name you will see his wonderful machines.

[Trikebuilder]

Howdy Colonel Flagg!

If you ever want a camoflaged, armored, and fully gunned (repro I'm afraid) trike as an Urban Assult Vehicle, give me a call! I'll even add in Personal Tactical Beverage Unit (Beer Cooler)and no less then 24 Tactical Beverages of your choice. (Yes, I am a bit insane, nearly ten years in the Navy does that to a guy!)

Trike

(Bentfeather, whats my favorite gal hanging around a soldier for? Sailors getting to tame for you?)



Too many have forgotten the Reason for the Season. Many don't even know we exchange gifts to honor and celebrate the birth of Christ, and the gifts of the Magi to him. Sadly, too many think of Christmas as a secular holiday, and there are those who don't want to even admit that the holiday is religious in nature. For those who still remember the truth of Christmas, I wish all the best to you and yours. Peace of the Season to you all, and may you find joy in every moment, every smile.

Trike




Christmas

White time,
bright time,
with lights draped with loving care.

Tall trees,
green trees,
topped by Angels one and all I say.

Children laugh,
parents laugh,
in wonder at the spirit there.

Church bells,
silver bells,
ringing out the joy of Christ’s day.

Songs raised,
with hopes raised,
gentle souls reach for others with a smile broad and whole.

Snow down,
drifting slowly down,
covering the earth as if a new world at prime.

Stars shown bright,
child’s eyes so bright,
lighting the way into every soul.

Its a Birthday party,
an all souls party,
remembering Jesus on this, his special time.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Trike for your poem. Yes, indeed it is Jesus Birthday.


On a lighter note......

Well, Trike, you are so busy elsewhere these days and I was lonely. Sooooooooo this Colonel here was looking for company... and you know how it goes.

LOL!! Always so good to have you in The Lair.

My Sailor will always be in my heart! Then there is the Marine, and the Fly boy, and on and on... LOL

[Trikebuilder]

Hummmmmmmmmmmm, All those poems for women, and still you have time for soldiers, airmen and the like. You truly do have a big heart! (OK, so I'm just a bit jealous)

Trike

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL!!

Well some of the Marines are kin now departed. Like wise one Sailor. One brother was a Sailor, one a Marine, one uncle a Marine and one a Sailor.

But my heart belongs to The Dragon Fly!! We soar together.

So just keep writing those fabulous poems and keep the windows in The Lair steamy. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.
To my Hebrew friends a song for you.
Click the graphic.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning to everyone in The Lair.