~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]

Oh, Okay. You're right. It stands on its own as is.

I wouldn't want to go on too long with it...

[Conspiracy Guy]

Oops. I missed the insert comments here. 27

[NicknamedBob]

Old? ... Hah!

Nobody can beat my "Before There Was Dirt."

It's way too long already, but I was thinking about adding some verses about old Noah.

I should just make another poem, hunh?

[Soaring Feather]

Nobody can beat my "Before There Was Dirt."


You're right, that was a fine pome. :-)

[snippy_about_it]

Sweet poem today, good music. Ray Charles, good one!

[Soaring Feather]

~ Mamma He's Crazy ~ The Judds ~

[Soaring Feather]

Contentment Looked Blue

Contentment looked blue

hope is rainbow clouds

soft sky motion

and love found

is something of value


 
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bentfeather

a/k/a HML

Copyright © 11/17/2003

All Rights Reserved

[Colonel_Flagg]

That's only because I feel like I'm 90. :)

[Soaring Feather]

We had SUN this afternoon Colonel!! WOO HOO

I heard once, a ninety year young said, "they felt 50!!" LOL

[Colonel_Flagg]

Sun? You mean the big, yellow thing?

[Soaring Feather]

Yupper still out, too. We had rain earlier - must be in the high 50s now.

[Trikebuilder]

In The Night She Hears You

She sleeps, or pretends too,
yet listening to the words out of the night.
She hears them, discern some, others without a clue,
shape her thoughts be they good, or right.

She lays there, hearing the words that were saved,
saved until she was in bed, so they could be said.
Words that hint at problems, now these are engraved,
and she perceives them, not understanding the inner dread.

Sounds of pain, and anger too, and silences that cut deep,
she lays there and weeps, unsure what to do, or say.
A child in confusion, left behind and so afraid to weep,
loving those who argue, wanting only good this day.

Parents never understand that children hear it all,
and hurt along with you in ways that they can not define.
Take the time to hear it all from the viewpoint of a child small,
perhaps you’ll learn a lesson that there’s more here then just thine!

[snippy_about_it]

my love sent me a birthday wish
expressing how much i meant to him
and how i deserved my heart's desire

it was a perfect day to receive such a gift
what a beautiful birthday wish
for his love means the world to me

and he is my heart's desire

Snippy 3.5.2004

[Soaring Feather]

Lovely thoughts snippy.

[snippy_about_it]

Well I had a few minutes and thought I'd post something before I get busy with my Foxhole work. Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh so true. There is an old adage "Little pitchers have big ears."

[Soaring Feather]

I meant to mention the lovely graphic. Gorgeous.

[Soaring Feather]

My birthday wish he sent to me
meant all the world to me
he said, I am the world to him

I said, you are my sun and moon
together a world we build for us
our own universe....

We sing our songs to one another there
for the stars to hear and swear
our loyalty to us we share
whispering in the winds out there...

bentfeather
03-05-04

[snippy_about_it]

That's pretty feather, thanks.

[SAMWolf]

Happy Birthday
A love poem

I'm not sure you want me
to give you a poem like this
for your birthday --
a poem which says I need
to bury myself in the center of your heart
and swim there like a mermaid.

I pretend to do ordinary things like
birthday cards
but all the cells in my body are
throwing a tantrum because
you're not here with me
even when I open the dishwasher
or the blind
my body is aching because I'm not bending for you
and my skin shouts angrily to the angels
because your hands are not touching me

I am completely crazy
crazy for you
and because it's your birthday
I try to fold my love
in half to go in an envelope
like an ordinary 'love from'
but I may as well fold the sky
which for me
is held aloft
only by your kisses.

HallMark ;-)