~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©

[SAMWolf]

Can you imagine anyone performing that song today?

[Darksheare]

I hope so!
All I got in my skull at the moment is a drawing I do not have the current skill to do.
:-/

[Soaring Feather]

You know, I think Ray Stevens would.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, well you will have to improvise someway. Yes?

[Darksheare]

The idea in my noggin is so far beyond my skill that there is no improvising about it.
*snort*

[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.

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

Posted by NicknamedBob.

March 6, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You so much Bob for posting this wonderful poem again using the graphic. It's lovely.

[Soaring Feather]

The loving season of full moon
star strewn nights
a moment of being close to you
pleasure
on the slow
track no rhyme
or reason in
star flying
news planets discovered
new planes of perspective
seen from our trips
though silent
star filled nights
it's a lifetime
of pleasure
a moment spent
with you

bentfeather
11/2002

---

There was a time
when we had not met
we were innocent
walking in the new forests
lush greens soft moss
in mountain ravines, coves
hidden places
of paradise
covered by a canopy
of trees and flowers
we met...
We knew then
in that moment
we were meant
to be in the loving
months of a lifetime......

bentfeather
11/2002

---

The opalescent moons
of October, thru
January heighten,
hone the desire
placing strong
emphasis on wanting
to be very near you
to feel the soft loving
touch of your hand
on the back of my neck
blowing kisses across
the room, silent nods
of agreement
silent acknowledgment
of acceptance
we were meant
to be in the loving
months of a lifetime...

bentfeather
11/2002

---

Perfect as icicle
there was a time
when winter didn't matter
a moment of reflection
for sun warmth
body heat
that deflected the cold
a frozen conical
melting as the
glaciers melted
body heat was
preserved for
staying alive
melting perfect
icicles
was not to much
of an option

By bentfeather
11/2002

---

I sensed you were lonely,
I could hear
your heart racing
as lay next to your chest...
I smiled at you
thawing the ice wall
your had built
around your world...
out of fear of rejection
not an unknown
feeling for me
you relaxed
knowing we
could melt perfect
ice cycles
on cold days
in loving months
of November
blossoming loves
fruits in warm
months of summer
sunshine and warm
smiles....

By bentfeather
11/2002

[Soaring Feather]

Kids and funny!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PALM SUNDAY

It was Palm Sunday and, because of a sore throat, five-year-old Johnny
stayed home from church with a sitter. When the family returned home,
they
were carrying several palm branches. The boy asked what they were for.
"People held them over Jesus' head as he walked by." "Wouldn't you know
It," the boy fumed, "the one Sunday I don't go, He shows up!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHILDREN'S SERMON

One Easter Sunday morning as the minister was preaching the children's
sermon. He reached into his bag of props and pulled out an egg. He
pointed
at the egg and asked the children, "What's in here?"
"I know!" A little boy exclaimed. "Pantyhose!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHURCH OFFERING

A little boy in church for the first time watched as the ushers passed
around the offering plates. When they came near his pew, the boy said
Loudly, "Don't pay for me Daddy, I'm under five."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PRAYERS

The Sunday School teacher asked, "Now Johnny, tell me, do you say
prayers
Before eating?"
"No Mam," He replied. "We don't have to. My mom is a good cook!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[snippy_about_it]

Nice presentation with your poetry Bob.

[snippy_about_it]

The loving season of full moon...

These are all lovely feather. I especially like the first one.

[snippy_about_it]

Wouldn't you know it, the one Sunday I don't go...

LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You snippy.

[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

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning poets!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

The White Flag



I sent my love two roses, one
As white as driven snow,
And one a blushing royal red,
A flaming Jacqueminot.

I meant to touch and test my fate;
That night I should divine,
The moment I should see my love,
If her true heart were mine.

For if she holds me dear, I said,
She'll wear my blushing rose;
If not, she'll wear my cold Lamarque,
As white as winter's snows.

My heart sank when I met her: sure
I had been overbold,
For on her breast my pale rose lay
In virgin whiteness cold.

Yet with low words she greeted me,
With smiles divinely tender;
Upon her cheek the red rose dawned,
The white rose meant surrender.

John Hay

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!!

Listening to the tunes as I type, goodies as always, Thank You.


***The White Flag*** Great poem this morning. I really like it. I think you may have set the theme for the day, everyone is so sick of winter.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning Sam. Nice poem and some country music this morning.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather. I'm looking forward to spring but it never comes this early. Darn.