~The Dragon Flies' Lair IX~

February 14, 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]

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out
what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
~ Author~ Barbara Kingsolver

[Soaring Feather]

~ Celine Dion ~ I Am Alive~

[NicknamedBob]

Solace

“How are things?” They say to me.
A pleasant friendly inquiry.
How can I tell them how I feel?
They did not know my dream was real.

They thought I seemed content until,
A sadness flooded in to fill,
This heart that you had dwelled inside,
And warmed me in the eventide.

They think that with you gone that I,
Can not find solace though I try.
That with an emptiness in me,
There is no room for ecstacy.

A hollow space would fill me up,
Prevent my drinking from the cup?
How can they think that you would go,
And not remain inside me so?

That you are with me even now,
Your hand in mine as we did vow.
We could not ever come apart,
Because we share each other’s heart.

Your laughter rings in silent rooms,
That others think are soundless tombs.
Your smile can brighten every day.
How can they think you’ve gone away?

My father walks beside me still,
He gives advice, and always will.
My mother sings as she once did,
When lifting up the stewpot’s lid.

The life she spent in serving others,
She gently nurtured in my brothers.
Indeed in all who came around,
Each came to find what she had found.

That life alone is but a seed,
Incapable of worthy deed.
But when the light of love shines in,
The roots take hold, the vines to spin,

Entangling all in matted grip,
That even death can not make slip.
The raindrop tears of daily woes,
Are soaked up in the childlike toes.

And winds of passion and of fear,
Which bring destruction circling near,
Are but the welcome cleansing breeze,
To wash the dust from sturdy trees.

No, I am never quite alone.
I’m filled inside with thoughts my own,
Of days spent laughing, having fun,
Relaxing when our work was done.

They see me smile and think that I,
Just reminisce of days gone by.
They cannot know I feel more joy,
Than when I was a little boy.

I knew not then that pain could hurt,
I didn’t know that girls could flirt,
There was a world I couldn’t see,
And now it lives inside of me.

My struggle now is just to show,
The happiness I’ve come to know.
How can I share with them this thrill?
The ones I love are with me still.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 1, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Oh Bob this is beautiful. So tender and loving.

[Trikebuilder]

Still Loving Life

Soft, soft, like a baby’s breath her caress is,
and her smile hints at possibilities to tempt.
Grinning like a silly fool, I feel my heart whiz,
what we have is wonderful in the attempt.

Friends for so long, and lovers all that time,
we are gifted so especially, happy with our delight.
Laughter is our coin of love, sweet its rhyme,
smiling like kids again, guess we got it right!

[Soaring Feather]

Still Loving Life, Wonderful Trike. Short and sweet.

[Trikebuilder]

Love sets a mazy stage and we follow it so well,
wondering what we'll find at the very end.
All those deadends and lonely times we spent in hell,
finally we find the one for who our path did bend.

[Soaring Feather]

We found our dance partner
one whose steps followed
ours, but we don't step on
one another's toes...

Our curves blend in
sync our thoughts
are sent by telepathy
like the beat of drum
we hum with electricity
and spark in twirling light
like the arching of a spark
our bodies melt into one
and like the gears of a
perfect clock we rock

Like souls in perfect tune
we sing our songs
dream our dreams
while riding the nights
moon lite beams

bentfeather

[Trikebuilder]

Lovers

When two parts merge as one it is perfection,
the bond is locked more firmly a crystal lattice.
Souls are fused like tempered alloys in flexion,
stronger then the single parts alone in status.

Drawing energy for the other and reflecting it back again,
we ascend to heights we can not even guess, or even care.
Moving beyond doubt, or worry, or hesitation or even pain,
the flight is all two souls can be, and all they need to dare.

[Soaring Feather]

Perfect mates reflecting good karma
vibes from moon lite rides
perfect soul mates, fly in stride
in golden realms we do abide
you lift me up, you keep me strong
you bring the best there is in me
to shine, you are my hero, you are
song, through eternity we'll sail along.

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Good nite poets

May the sweet aroma of Lily of the Valley
fill your dreams
caress your face
tenderly lull you to sleep
in the safety of knowing love...

~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~

Today

Should thou lovest me this day
I would be content in today
not ask for tomorrow...
But... live this day only
in splendor of knowing
thou lovest me today...
bentfeather © 04/03/03

bentfeather
Touch the Chariot of Fire

[Trikebuilder]

Fusion Of Desire

Whisper the soft words that set me adrift on the sea of desire,
and I will burn with a soft fire to guide you closer to me.
We will light the way for love’s tender moments, going higher,
cresting the wave of our desires until we crash beside the sea.

Silence will fill us as we remember the fusion of souls that binds,
and we will gather our breaths in fitful starts as we return to life.
We are beginning to find that our love has oh so clear signs,
that mark our rejoicing even as our emotions cascade so rife.

[Trikebuilder]

Good night dear Lady, until anon.

Big hug and sweet dreams!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning to all ..

Down By The Salley Gardens
William Butler Yeats

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

[snippy_about_it]

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.

Wish someone would have told me this 30 years ago. Good advice!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[snippy_about_it]

Drawing energy for the other and reflecting it back again,
we ascend to heights we can not even guess, or even care.
Moving beyond doubt, or worry, or hesitation or even pain,
the flight is all two souls can be, and all they need to dare.

ooooo. I like this.

[SAMWolf]

CLOCK POEM



If I could take a word and hold it gently in my
hand, and if I closed my eyes and felt its softness
and warmth as I touched it, caressed it and
kissed it with my lips, and if I shaped it,
moulded it and smoothed it so that it became
special and precious to me, though I knew not
what is said, but was somehow still aware
that the whole meaning of my life was contained
therein, when I opened my eyes to look
it would say; CLOCKS.

Author Unknown

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone in The Lair!

[snippy_about_it]

Friends for so long, and lovers all that time,
we are gifted so especially, happy with our delight.
Laughter is our coin of love, sweet its rhyme,
smiling like kids again, guess we got it right!

You were on a roll last night, great stuff, thanks.