~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]

Okay Trike, you come on over to my side of the street.
Here's what I think is happening behind the closed blinds of the old brick house behind the garden gate.

I think the old woman there is reading poetry and listening to classical music. She is alone and has been for many years, he friend, lover and husband died over twenty years ago.

She reads to him. And the music are their favorites. At nine thirty sharp, she will turnout the lights and climb the stairs and go to bed in their bed. She will dream of their young, wonderful years together.

[Soaring Feather]

COCOON

Fluttering, iridescent, fairy wings

shy blue images in a cocoon

emerging gently out of the womb

Shimmering like jewels with

peacock eyes, gleaming, flickering,

humming endless love

a wispy soft desire

becoming soft fragile wings...

bentfeather
a/k/a MLH
Copyright © 03/02/2004
All Rights Reserved

[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]

Love to chat with that lady, and to walk with her and speak of many thing would be a joy!

Here's something for poets.

Trike


Great Works

Great works, when mind and heart co-write the soul’s narrative,
letting flow the words that bring us into the realm of greatness.
Some times it is essays on humanity, or an epic full of imperatives,
or a story of legend past yet so alive, or a poem of some deepness.

We are captured by that work, and time slips from us so effortlessly,
as we travel inward to the core of the work, and ourselves as well.
Led by the words, we travel the route the writer laid for us so carefully,
and we arrive at the place they intended, and we find the truth of their spell.

Be it what it may, a great work is not judged by size, or word counts, or such,
but rather by the power it has to take us so easily into itself, to enfold one.
We are carried to a place the writer wished us to go, ourselves they touch,
our guides as it were to where only they can lead, until their work is done.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Hiding in the Shadows



Do not stand in the shadow of someone else
When you can cast a shadow of yourself
A shadow is your reflection on the ground
It must be distinct if it is to be found

Step out of the darkness and into the light
Display your personal talents without fright
A day will come when you are called to lead
Do not shrink from your chance to succeed

Move to the forefront and take control
Seize the challenges of life and be bold
Don't let someone else can take your place
You are a unique member of the Human Race

Ellen Bailey

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Is it magic to take a reader on a trip
into the inner sanctuary of our souls?

Great Works I think it takes a special magic to move a reader, to bring them into our night worlds, cause their emotions, passions to move. A special magic we hold.

[Conspiracy Guy]

My Shadow

I do not like my shadow,
He's always in my way.
Whether from the street light,
Or on a sunny day.
I step and he steps with me,
It sometimes makes me trip.
I have to go where there's no light,
To give this guy the slip.
I feel like he is mocking me,
A fan of his I'm not.
I like him best around high noon,
When he is just a spot.

Conspiracy Guy 3/3/2004

[Soaring Feather]

Hiding in the Shadows



Good morning Sam!!

Love the way the theme of your poem choice today blends in with Trike's poem.

The graphic is is just great.

Listening to Bob Dylan now, always did like him. Thanks much Sam.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, everyone! Sun is out here which is improving my mood. :)

When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

[Soaring Feather]

My Shadow



Good morning CG. Nice to see you.

LOL Good work this morning!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Thanks. I think he smokes pot too!

CG

[Colonel_Flagg]

Nicely done! A little of the Ogden Nash here. :)

[Soaring Feather]

When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats

Oh this is precious.



Good morning Colonel. "Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy." John Denver...

[Conspiracy Guy]

Did Mr Nash write, "I have a little shadow".

CG

[Colonel_Flagg]

Thank you. Some things never, ever die. I hope you are well today!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, thank you, Colonel I am well today!! Hope you are on the sunny side of the street!!

[Colonel_Flagg]

My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.