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~The Dragon Flies' Lair IX~
February 14, 2004 | bentfeather, Poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

Posted on 02/14/2004 5:40:25 PM PST by 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©




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To: SAMWolf; All

~ Josh Groban ~ You Raise Me Up~
Good night poets.
~ Dream a little ~ Love a lot ~

821 posted on 03/04/2004 8:34:58 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather
Good Night Feather.
822 posted on 03/04/2004 9:06:12 PM PST by SAMWolf (Some say I'm a grumpy, mean man. A lie. I have the heart of a kind & gentle soul-in a jar on my desk)
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; NicknamedBob; Darksheare; Trikebuilder; Darkchylde; ...

Good morning Friday everyone!!

823 posted on 03/05/2004 5:04:26 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather; Conspiracy Guy
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!

Now that marriage has no meaning,
Doors have opened wide.
A duck, a cow, a goat, or sheep,
Can make a comely bride.

But with the women I will stick,
It's what has worked so far.
Besides who wants to take a pig,
Out to their favorite bar?

I think they have discovered,
I’m not a useless catch,
For what they spent on “C” cells,
My food bill is a match.

It may be they can take me,
A little better than they thought,
One told me, “Like fishing,
A worm can get you caught.”

A bit more preparation,
There would have been less to correct.
Instead of a separation,
We’re having a trial connect.

(Insert Conspiracy Guy comments here)

It is the dream of every guy,
Who thinks he is a stud.
It may not be realistic,
Ladies, it’s in the blood.

We think that we are experts,
Getting someone to change their ways.
I hope I don’t meet professionals,
Who are good at producing gays!

(And that's all I have to say about that! ...
... to everyone's great relief!)
824 posted on 03/05/2004 6:31:13 AM PST by NicknamedBob (I'm a Red Cross Viagra donor, and Proud of it!)
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To: NicknamedBob; Conspiracy Guy
Good morning Bob, CG!!

Wedding Bell Blues
So now you two
have wrapped it up
I'll see if I can find
a loving cup
made just for the
two of you
for your epic pome
Wedding Bell Blues

bentfeather



825 posted on 03/05/2004 6:43:33 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; Darksheare; Old Sarge; NicknamedBob; Conspiracy Guy; radu; ..
Good morning to the Lair!


O Do Not Love Too Long
William Butler Yeats

Sweetheart, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed --
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.

826 posted on 03/05/2004 6:56:09 AM PST by Colonel_Flagg (If I had a hammer, I'd use it on Peter, Paul, and Mary. -- Howard Rosenberg)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics
Mama

Need Know Music

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

827 posted on 03/05/2004 6:57:04 AM PST by SAMWolf (Wedding: A funeral where you get to smell your own flowers.)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
River Of Dreams



Standing on the riverbank watching the water flow,
The setting sun gives up its last rays.
Feeling the gentleness of the wind blow,
Recalling my love of youth spent days.

When skipping stones and flying kites,
Filled my days with fun delight.
The sky ablaze with wondrous sights,
When my friends and I camped out at night.

Running through puddles created by the rain.
The sweet smell of freshly mown grass,
Going fishing with a bamboo cane,
The pranks we pulled in science class.

Playing baseball using a stick for a bat,
Watching the graceful flight of a Turtledove.
Chasing up a tree our neighbor's cat.
The bashful experience of my first love.

Flowing along just as water does,
Searching for what it means,
It's the way that life goes,
Standing by my River of Dreams.

Randall Beers

Michael miserable failureMoore

828 posted on 03/05/2004 6:57:44 AM PST by SAMWolf (Wedding: A funeral where you get to smell your own flowers.)
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To: Colonel_Flagg; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Conspiracy Guy; NicknamedBob; All
After a hundred years
by Emily Dickinson

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,--
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers strolled and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.

Winds of summer fields
Recollect the way,--
Instinct picking up the key
Dropped by memory.



829 posted on 03/05/2004 6:58:15 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: NicknamedBob
dedededededeedat's al folks.
830 posted on 03/05/2004 7:22:32 AM PST by Conspiracy Guy (The word "Tagline" needs to be added to Free Republic's Spell Check.)
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To: bentfeather
Thanks but, I liked "Reason" better.
831 posted on 03/05/2004 7:25:17 AM PST by Conspiracy Guy (The word "Tagline" needs to be added to Free Republic's Spell Check.)
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To: Colonel_Flagg
O Do Not Love Too Long
William Butler Yeats


I have been thinking about this poem. I guess I agree in part, but my head says no, we want it to last for us.
832 posted on 03/05/2004 7:38:30 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather
You're probably right. Depends on the mood, I suppose :) Hope you are well today.
833 posted on 03/05/2004 7:50:28 AM PST by Colonel_Flagg (If I had a hammer, I'd use it on Peter, Paul, and Mary. -- Howard Rosenberg)
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To: Colonel_Flagg
I am well today thanks. And you??
834 posted on 03/05/2004 7:52:29 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather
More &^$# snow today. Very depressing. I *really* need spring. Otherwise I am fine. :)
835 posted on 03/05/2004 7:58:27 AM PST by Colonel_Flagg (If I had a hammer, I'd use it on Peter, Paul, and Mary. -- Howard Rosenberg)
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To: Colonel_Flagg
March is a tough month to get through. We are not having snow yet, but it's going to get here over the weekend. It sure does get to be, too, much after a hard winter.
836 posted on 03/05/2004 8:01:01 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: SAMWolf
Howdy Sam.

The poem you posted: River Of Dreams
Colonel Flagg's : Yeats, O Do Not Love Too Long and the one I posted, After a hundred years all have something in common. Aging.

837 posted on 03/05/2004 8:29:05 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather
Oh Oh. It's "We're All Getting Old Day" at the Liar.
838 posted on 03/05/2004 8:44:42 AM PST by SAMWolf (Wedding: A funeral where you get to smell your own flowers.)
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To: Colonel_Flagg; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; NicknamedBob; Conspiracy Guy; Darksheare; radu; All
Jasper and the Uncooked Yeast Rolls

This is hysterical! I have no clue who wrote this, but it is
the funniest story I have read in a LONG time. Fortunately this is not my story...


We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you,who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child whom you know nothing about and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.

Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing French kiss on me. Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I
digress.

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family and a lot of
friends that I like more than family most of the time. I was, however, assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving
feasts we did attend. I am still cursing the electrician for
oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment. I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wednesday evening to reheat on Thursday morning. Since the kitchen was freshly painted you can
imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams latex paint #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room
to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour.

An hour later the rolls were ready to go in the oven. It was 8:30pm. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan
of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated. I ran to the phone and called our vet After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK; however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night.

God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick.
Suffice to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.
Naively thinking the dog would be all better by morning was very stupid on my part. We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the darn dog was as drunk as a
sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90
degrees in another direction. He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at
the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence. His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon.


I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He assured me that, not unlike most
binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and
to keep giving him Pepto Bismol. Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day. My sister lives outside of
Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and me, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP.
These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.
Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls.
God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karee's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone
made trips to the garage to witness my drunk dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something.
Of course, as the old adage goes, "what goes in must come out" and Jasper was no exception. Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up
my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave
Karee's house.

Having discovered his "packages" on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor. This was another naive decision on our part.
The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services)
had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor.

And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's
sister's house. I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no
longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come to his senses after
eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea.
Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to "How to clean unbaked dough from the Carpet."

And how was your Day?



839 posted on 03/05/2004 8:45:44 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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To: bentfeather
ROTFLMAO

CG
840 posted on 03/05/2004 8:52:12 AM PST by Conspiracy Guy (The word "Tagline" needs to be added to Free Republic's Spell Check.)
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