~The Dragon Flies' Lair VII~

January 8, 2004 | bentfeather, poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[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©

[Soaring Feather]

Memories

My memories of our love

and forgotten desire 

embracing me by

turning your smile 

until love is a color

and words are like soft lips

on my skin

delicate and deliciously ripe

touching me

 

bentfeather ©

01/28/04


 

[SAMWolf]

Yep. One of my favorite songs.

[SAMWolf]

Ok. A Blues fan, huh? I'll have to play more of them

[SAMWolf]

Nice poem about "Memories" Feather

[Soaring Feather]

Ray Charles ~ Georgia On My Mind
If you wish click...

[Soaring Feather]

Love Blues Sam. Oh Yeah!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Sam.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I've oft found it hard
To love with just one.
When two are preferred
Life just isn't much fun.

I'm not much for memories
Can't live in the past
Won't sacrifice feelings
Nice guy, finished last.

Yet I think of you often
No desire to let go
I was taught that my choosing
Could never change so.

Am I blue? Yes, too often,
For my love you did spurn
Lift my chin, oh, my sweetheart,
For my fire does still burn.

[Soaring Feather]

Celine Dion ~ I Am Alive
Click if you wish....

[Soaring Feather]

In love with a memory
would be one in love
not much chance to survive
driven by waning desire
cold nights and empty arms
dreaming of your return
coloured lights, starry nights
shooting stars and wild
trips to Mars

We shot for the stars
fell short somewhere
you went your way
and I mine
to never stop wondering
where our fire would have led
so now you tell me your love is dead
and I am left with an ache
breaking my fire...

[SAMWolf]

Yet I think of you often
No desire to let go

So true. :-(

[Trikebuilder]

Winter’s Rage

Its cold, that cold that cuts through clothes like a scalpel to the bone,
leaving that familiar burning of its icy touch, right into your soul.
It slips easy into gloves, drawing what heat was in that delicate zone,
making hands ache with its passing caress, taking its steady toll.

The air is painful to inhale, stealing more breath then it seems to give,
leaving one only too aware of Winter, and its dangerous moods to rue.
The wind swirls nigh, driving its ice splinters in, your clothes seem but a sieve,
and you know a small, silent fear, cold can master you, rule you, kill you.

Dry granular snow stings your skin, like icy gravel on the cruel wind,
forcing tears to flow, and freeze on cheeks numb and burning at the same time.
You challenge not this arctic beast that shatters stones and pray it rescinds,
bowing in humble surrender to its unfeeling and terrible power so prime.

Indoors is survival, and a measure of peace before the storm’s rage,
sheltering from Winter’s assault, it’s icy breath and mortal blow.
Take the time to reflect upon the fact that we are motes upon God’s page,
hiding from the power he uses with such ease, and to fools such woe.



-19 degrees (-35 to -45 windchill)

[Colonel_Flagg]

It sits beside my desk
A single sheet of paper
Taped to my file cabinet
Where only I can see it

It's our dream house.
Plans for our life live there
Big living room, three bedrooms
And a walk-out deck from the master.

It has a patio and it has
All the things we love.
"Get ready, the builders will call
all the time," you said.

You left me, but our home remains.
It's in my mind, it's built
And I live in it, alone.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Your things are there, my love
They're right where you left them
The only light in the house
That's on is the one in the kitchen.

That's where I stand now
Feeding myself and my love for you
I made extra for you, darling
For the day you come home.

[Soaring Feather]

You are gonna make me cry.

[Colonel_Flagg]

It's only fair, feather. Even though a gentleman never makes a lady cry, I owe you at least one. You started it :)

[SAMWolf]

Man! You just described Chicago area winters! I'm glad I don't have to put up with those anymore.

[SAMWolf]

You left me, but our home remains.
It's in my mind, it's built
And I live in it, alone.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Such a sad poem.

[Soaring Feather]

Celine Dion & The Chairman of the Board~ All The Way

[Colonel_Flagg]

Sad to say, we've got both those numbers beat by 8 to 10 degrees tonight. Absolutely brutal cold.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Well, some things have come out in me of late. Good to write about them, but a downer for my friends, unfortunately. :)