~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ VIII

January 29, 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]

Hiya snippy,

Thanks for the nice words regarding Sarges' and my work.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

If Music Had No Value



If music had no value
We wouldn’t jump up and down at our first concert

If music had no value
We wouldn’t walk down the street with a tune in our heads

If music had no value
We wouldn’t tap our toes with the rhythm

If music had no value
We wouldn’t have tears in our eyes when the piano played

If music had no value
We wouldn’t dream of singing until we lost our voices

If this wondrous thing never existed, if we never knew what notes were, or a melody, or how smoothly a guitar chord melds with a drum beat…how would we be inspired? To be a part of something greater, all you have to do is slide a CD or record into the player and close your eyes (unless you are driving, in which case I’d say that would be a very bad idea). There are so many choices available to us now; all of the genres have started losing their definitions. A song is created every second.

Think about it…if there was no music. How much would be lost? How many emotions, experiences, and strands of memory would never be recorded? How many tears would remain unshed? How many smiles would never surface when the perfect song is heard?

Sholeh Loehle

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy Sam!!

Wow you have the joint jumping with Grandpa Jones and I do adore Dolly!

The Music poem is right on target!

Thanks so much Sam!! Coffee and Donuts are great as usual. Poor radu has not been around to scarf up the crumbs for a bit now. Getting kinda crummy in here! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Friendship is a Golden Chain,
The links are friends so dear,
And like a rare and precious jewel
It's treasured more each year...
It's clasped together firmly
With a love that's deep and true,
And it's rich with happy memories
and fond recollections, too...

Time can't destroy its beauty
For, as long as memory lives,
Years can't erase the pleasure
That the joy of friendship gives...
For friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But to have an understanding friend
Is worth far more than gold...
And the Golden Chain of Friendship
Is a strong and blessed tie
Binding kindred hearts together
As the years go passing by.

Author Unknown

[Colonel_Flagg]

Hello, all!

Here's this morning's offering ..

Often rebuked, yet always back returning
Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
Today, I will not seek the shadowy region;
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.
I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory, and more grief, than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

Emily Brontë

[Soaring Feather]

Emily Brontë

Good morning Colonel. I love this poem. It has a defiant attitude much like mine.

How are you feeling today?

[SAMWolf]

Morning Colonel. Feeling better?

[Colonel_Flagg]

I'm feeling fine and am at work. Was also first to respond on a ZOT thread this morning, marking one of the true highlights of my FR career (Lair excepted, of course!)

:)

[SAMWolf]

No heavy lifting!!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh I love ZOT threads. I ususally get pinged to them, maybe I have been and did not see it. I am doing IM with my brother in MO too.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Right. Zots aren't heavy. :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1072799/posts

[SAMWolf]

LOL! Got that right, bunch of light weights.

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks Sam. Cocktails for two, great!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL
Hey you guys turn your speakers way up!
I "borrowed" this graphic from another thead!

[snippy_about_it]

ROTFLOL. Sam's Grandpa Jones song from this morning with this graphic you've found it perfect. Too funny. Good find feather.

[snippy_about_it]

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:

Take a walk on the wild side. Good choice today Colonel. Words to live by, imo.

Hope you are feeling better today.

[Colonel_Flagg]

I can't hear it because of some firewall here. But I'll listen when I get home :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Doing better today, thanks. And it finally quit snowing, which is a good thing. How are you today? :)