~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©

[NicknamedBob]

Understood.

The disallowance of certain words in the English language dates back to the time of the Norman conquest of England.

When William the Conqueror won the field at the battle of Hastings in 1066, he took over the "government" and installed all his friends and lackeys in power. They spoke their own language, and considered anything else "vulgar."

England had its own problems with a guy named Bill.

Even worse ... they were French!

(And no, I wasn't there that day ... the Mediterranean has a better climate...)

[Conspiracy Guy]

I remember Bill the Conq. He was a Jackbutt.

CG

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, everyone! Hoping this finds everyone well:

He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace
William Butler Yeats

I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Here Freedom Flies In Your heart Like An Eagle



Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,
They sit in the corner and wait -
Two souvenirs of the Second World War
That have withstood the time, and the hate.

Mute witness to a time of much trouble.
Where kill or be killed was the law -
Were these implements used with high honor?
What was the glory they saw?

Many times I've wanted to ask them -
And now that we're here all alone,
Relics all three of a long ago war -
Where has freedom gone?

Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle.
Let it soar with the winds high above
Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,
Guard it with care and with love.

I salute my old friends in the corner,
I agree with all they have said -
And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow,
I'll be free, or By God, I'll be dead!

Audie Murphy

Michael miserable

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Hello. Did you see the NNB and CG epic poem?

CG

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning CG!!

Yes, I just read post #760. This is good. I'm glad you two are writing this!!

I would like to see a lot more of it.

[Soaring Feather]

He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace
William Butler Yeats


Good morning Colonel. Wonderful work. I was up very late this morning writing a poem. I will post it and I think you may be in for a surprise. Well, maybe a little. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam!!

Here Freedom Flies In Your heart Like An Eagle
Audie Murphy

Sam, I remember Audie Murphy. I went to all his movies and read every movie magazine stroy about him.


Listening to the tunes now. Love As Tears Go By. Thanks much Sam.

[Conspiracy Guy]

We got a little carried away.

CG

[SAMWolf]

The only one I saw was "To Hell and Back", never saw his westerns.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Oooo! Now I'm curious. Looking forward to your work, as always!

[Soaring Feather]

Thomas Jefferson said, "Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom."

Today is Thursday, March 4, the 64th day of 2004 with 302 to follow.
The moon is waxing.
The morning stars are Neptune, , Uranus and Pluto.
The evening stars are Venus, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars and Saturn.

[Soaring Feather]

Shading your memories
away in landscapes of fading
sepia tint
will my desire have my lover
a paintbox of scarlet hearts
and watercolors of black tears

bentfeather
03/04/04

[Colonel_Flagg]

Shading your memories

Very nice, feather :) .. I love your imagery as always!

Red
My recollection slides into a world of grey
The outline of your bed begins to fade
Like the edges of an old scrapbook
That has seen too much time pass along its edge.

The colors on the inner page remain
Vibrant, warm, as vivid as the nights we shared
The red of your hair mixed with the blond of mine
Giggling, laughing in a joyful knot of love.

The red of our hearts, beating as one
A deeper shade than the grey around me, swirls
That part of our lives' page remains
In that special place even time cannot reach.

The red that haunts me now is neither hair
Nor our hearts combined as ones betrothed
Red is now the lifeblood of my broken dreams
Dripping, slowly, upon that vivid page

The edges fade, as time begins its ravage
But the inner page that holds my heart remains
Memories may fade and drift to nothingness
But my love for you remains - forever.

[Soaring Feather]

My recollection slides into a world of grey
The outline of your bed begins to fade
Like the edges of an old scrapbook
That has seen too much time pass along its edge.

Superb
So well written, strong images!!
Wonderful work.

[NicknamedBob]

CG, can you imagine?
She liked it! And she wants more!
I really don’t think she appreciates,
Just exactly what she’s in for...



"Wedding Bell Blues"


The chance to marry young people,
Does not come to every one,
You need to be a minister,
It takes more than a Bible or gun.

I married a lesbian couple,
(They’re no longer living in sin.)
But what will be their response to,
The sneaky trick I slipped in?

I rewrote the words a little,
That seemed to be the need,
They hardly noticed my mischief,
And that’s how I sprung the deed.

They think they married each other,
You could see the joy in their eyes,
But when they head out for the honeymoon,
They’re in for a big surprise.

I couldn’t resist the temptation,
They were quite lovely to see,
Just imagine their consternation,
To find out they married Me!



With considerable trepidation,
submitted for possible collaboration with:

Conspiracy Guy!

[Conspiracy Guy]

I changed the meter.

Wedding Bell Blues"


The chance to marry young people,
Does not come to every one,
You need to be a minister,
It takes more than a Bible or gun.

I married a lesbian couple,
(They’re no longer living in sin.)
But what will be their response to,
The sneaky trick I slipped in?

I rewrote the words a little,
That seemed to be the need,
They hardly noticed my mischief,
And that’s how I sprung the deed.

They think they married each other,
You could see the joy in their eyes,
But when they head out for the honeymoon,
They’re in for a big surprise.

I couldn’t resist the temptation,
They were quite lovely to see,
Just imagine their consternation,
To find out they married Me!

They both have lots of money now,
But for divorce I’ll file.
They never saw me coming on,
They missed me by a mile.

Oh wait I’m doomed I see now,
Oh how could I not see.
By marrying this couple,
I committed bigamy

[NicknamedBob]

Wedding Bell Blues

The chance to marry young people,
Does not come to every one,
You need to be a minister,
It takes more than a Bible or gun.

I married a lesbian couple,
(They’re no longer living in sin.)
But what will be their response to,
The sneaky trick I slipped in?

I rewrote the words a little,
That seemed to be the need,
They hardly noticed my mischief,
And that’s how I sprung the deed.

They think they married each other,
You could see the joy in their eyes,
But when they head out for the honeymoon,
They’re in for a big surprise.

I couldn’t resist the temptation,
They were quite lovely to see,
Just imagine their consternation,
To find out they married Me!

They both have lots of money now,
But for divorce I’ll file.
They never saw me coming on,
They missed me by a mile.

Oh, wait. I’m doomed, I see it now,
Oh how could I not see.
By marrying this couple,
I’ve committed bigamy.

What? Bigamy’s not a problem?
Marriage has been redefined?
The property settlement’s coming,
I wonder which one will mind.

I’m getting what I want out of this deal,
But one of them’s left behind.
A reconciliation?
Someone must be out of her mind.

Or maybe it’s me who’s gone crazy,
To have ever thought that I could,
Please two ladies who don’t want any part of me,
Even parts that I thought were real good!


In collaboration with:

Conspiracy Guy!