~The Dragon Flies' Lair VI ~

December 17,2003 | 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©

[Darksheare]

Heard in my head, as a song and driving me nuts until I write it down:


Oh. Hello, it's cold in here
Took a walk 'n tasted tears
Been so long, you're gone I fear
All I want is to hold you near
And the riddles that you are
all the rivers that you bleed
all the time that drew you near
all this time you're not with me
And I -Everything inside
is a riddle that I hide
In the middle that you see of what is 'Me'
Often think about your eyes
I may never know the reasons why
And distance grows as time goes by
Wish so much that you'd be here
And this riddle of our lives
The light inside your eyes
A moving glimpse of grace
Where I'm always out of place
And I- Everything this time
Such a void was left inside
You slipped and said goodbye, My SilverQueen.

[SAMWolf]

MErry Christmas Feather

[Soaring Feather]

Ohhhhh my this is beautiful Darksheare!!

Thank You Darksheare. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

[Darksheare]

Thank you.
And Merry Christmas.

[Soaring Feather]

[radu]

To All at the Dragon Flies Lair

[SAMWolf]

OOOOOOOOO! Looks like winter on Mount Hood.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening radu!

What a beautiful graphic, thanks so much and Greetings to you.

[Soaring Feather]

Some Humor for the evening.

It happened one Christmas

Perhaps not a story for the kids

This is one of those stories that runs around the Internet. It is hard to say where it originated, or who wrote it, or even if it is copyrighted material. Whilst it is not actually that rude, it might be better kept from the children, and if you are of a sensitive disposition, you could do yourself (and us) a favour and click the "Back" button at this point.

As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor panty hose hung sadly empty and grew increasingly threadbare. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and a fake beard and went in search of an inflatable love doll. Of course, they don't sell those things at Walmart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.

If you've never been in a X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there almost three hours saying things like: "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who owns that?" "Do you have their phone number?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll suitable for a night of romance that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush-hour. I'm not sure what a complicated doll is. Perhaps one that is subject to wild mood shifts and using a French accent for no reason at all. (That also describes a few ex-girlfriends.) Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I figured the "vibro-motion" was a feature Jay could live without, so I settled for Lovable Louise

. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and cleverly left the front door key hidden under the mat. In the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I snuck into the house and filled the dangling panty hose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. Then I let myself out, went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and delivered a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. He would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. I suggested he purchase an inflatable Lassie to set Rover straight.

We also agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. It seemed like a great idea, except that we forgot that Grandma and Grandpa would be there.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door.
"What the hell is that?" she asked.
My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.
I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.
"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
I hadn't seen any in the box, but I kept this information to myself. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless... "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, Hang on!"

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said: "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed, I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother wet his pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to determine the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.

[radu]

ROTFLMAO and PIMP!!!! MASS E-MAIL!!!!!!!!!!

[radu]

Good evening, feather! Hope you had a wonderful day!
I slept through most of it. LOL!! Lack of sleep caught up with me at last.

We're going to spend the evening at an annual get-together with friends. That's something we look forward to every Christmas night.

YIKES!! Guess I'd better get ready! I just looked at the clock!!

[Soaring Feather]

ohhhhhh did you think that was funny????
ROTFLMAO!!

[Soaring Feather]

It was a quiet day, yesterday was the fun and family day. Have a wonderful evening. So good to see you. The girls loved the stained glass sun catchers. :-)

[radu]

I'm so glad your daughters like the suncatchers!

And yes, that story hurt me, I laughed so hard. Drove Petey nuts with curiosity. hehehe! I'll send it to him, too, so he can pass it on to his buddies.

Guess I'd better get moving before I get dumped outta the chair. *g* See ya later.

[Soaring Feather]

What's Important to You

A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people.

Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket."

His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't
possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!"

"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard
a cricket."

"That's crazy," said the friend.

The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket.
His friend was utterly amazed.

"That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have
super-human ears!"

"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different
from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for."

"But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear
a cricket in this noise."

"Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is
really important to you. Here, let me show you."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and
discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with
the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears,
they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs.

"See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all
depends on what's important to you."

Author Unknown

[snippy_about_it]

Thank you Sam for the good music today.

[SAMWolf]

ROTFLMAO!!!

[SAMWolf]

Thanks For the reminder Feather.

[snippy_about_it]

LOL! Good find feather!

[Soaring Feather]

MINE #400