~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©

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. You're so clever!

[NicknamedBob]

Dusting Time

I wiped some things on the mantel shelf,
When the hourglass tumbled by itself,
Dusting can wait, said the temporal sands,
Leaving me with time on my hands.

Minute particles everywhere,
My day was shot, I did declare.
I know time is running out,
But does it have to rush about?

Falling to us in its fleeting way,
It seems to be the same each day,
But some days are of longer sorts,
The sad ones and the bad reports.

And happy days go rushing by,
In just the blinking of an eye.
With time cascading through my hands,
I dwell on thoughts of ocean sands.

And times with you when days were long,
The ocean’s roll was our love’s song.
The crying of the gulls that passed,
A warning that it could not last.

The sparkling gems of bygone years,
Were swimming in a sea of tears.
An ocean crashed upon my beach,
As I put sharp remnants out of reach.

Some things you have to put away,
Our memories are a free replay,
A way to laugh and smile and then,
Be sad that they can never be again.

For things may break when down they fall,
And that will happen to us all,
And yet with faith in God above,
We know that we’ll live on, in love.

If I become a memory,
The power of a God could be,
If no “Big Bang” ever did occur,
Imaginings was all we were.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . March 6, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Fantastic, just fantastic.

[Soaring Feather]

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

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. I've been reading Sonnets from the Portuguese. ;-)


A Woman in Love
Sonnets From the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XIV

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

[Soaring Feather]

But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Awwww, that it were so for all of us.

Thank You snippy.

These are some of the most beautful Sonnets written.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Radio Daze



There is a radio in my head
that constantly drifts
from memory to memory
playing snatches of song--
bursts of melody and
scattered lyrics....

If only I knew the
words to anything
all the way through
I could keep myself
company.

Rie Sheridan

Michael miserable failureMoore

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks Sam. Ahab the Arab, so un-pc. LOL.

[NicknamedBob]

"A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long,..."

Interesting way of expressing this, is it not? She bore being comforted.

"How can you bear to read all that mushy stuff?"

Ah, well. I'm bearing up...

[snippy_about_it]

"How can you bear to read all that mushy stuff?"

LOL. Like Ms. Browning when she wrote these, I too am "A woman in love". ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Hi ya Sam!

Interesting poem today. Love the radio graphic. I grew up with radio. Well, part of me grew up, :-) I am still very much a kid.

[snippy_about_it]

Just about ready for thread #10, huh?

[SAMWolf]

You and me both. I may grow old, but I won't grow up. ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, we are filling up 1000 posts a lot faster these days. I am so pleased. :-)

Thanks to all the wonderful poets willing to post their work.

[Soaring Feather]

"How can you bear to read all that mushy stuff?"

Hey Bob, you don't do so bad in the "mushy" dept either. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Ahab the Arab!! I love it!!! Always did love that tune.

[Darksheare]

I'm in, currently suffering from lack of inspiration again.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh well, not to worry Darksheare, something will come around.