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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
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To: snippy_about_it
AWWWWWWWW!
941
posted on
03/08/2004 7:56:17 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; NicknamedBob; Trikebuilder; Conspiracy Guy; Darksheare; ...
~ Tony Bennett ~ San Francisco ~
Click the rose..
Posted by bentfeather(Put your mouse cursor over my name!)
Thank You NicknamedBOB!!
942
posted on
03/08/2004 8:00:44 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: snippy_about_it
~ Frankie Laine ~ That's My Desire ~
943
posted on
03/08/2004 8:07:40 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: All
Hope is always available to us. When we feel defeated, we need only take a deep breath and say, "Yes," and hope will reappear.
--Monroe Forester
944
posted on
03/08/2004 8:13:39 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: snippy_about_it
I heard from radu. She sent me pictures of her front lawn, drool, it is awash in yellow daffodils.
945
posted on
03/08/2004 8:16:39 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: bentfeather; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; NicknamedBob; Trikebuilder; Conspiracy Guy; Darksheare; ...
Good morning, everyone ..
Very nice music this morning, feather! And SAM, I liked your posting as well. One for the favorites file :)
Those Images
William Butler Yeats
What if I bade you leave
The cavern of the mind?
There's better exercise
In the sunlight and wind.
I never bade you go
To Moscow or to Rome.
Renounce that drudgery,
Call the Muses home.
Seek those images
That constitute the wild,
The lion and the virgin,
The harlot and the child
Find in middle air
An eagle on the wing,
Recognise the five
That make the Muses sing.
946
posted on
03/08/2004 8:30:55 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival. - Churchill)
To: bentfeather
Rose day at the Lair. :-)
EIGHTEEN YELLOW ROSES
Eignteen yellow roses came today
Eighteen yellow roses in a pretty bouquet
When the boy came to the door
I didn't know what to say
But eighteen yellow roses came today
I opened up the card to see what it said
I couldn't believe my eyes
When I had read
Though you belong to another I love you anyway
Yes eighteen yellow roses came today
I never doubted your love for a minute
I always thought that you would be true
But now this box and the flowers in it
I guess there's nothin' left for me to do
But ask to meet the boy that's done this thing
And find out if he's got plans to buy you a ring
'Cause eighteen yellow roses will wilt and die one day
But a father's love will never fade away
Will never fade away
Bobby Darin
947
posted on
03/08/2004 8:30:59 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
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To: SAMWolf; bentfeather; snippy_about_it
I posted this about a week back but what the heck .. it's in keeping with the theme!
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
William Butler Yeats
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
948
posted on
03/08/2004 8:35:38 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival. - Churchill)
To: Colonel_Flagg
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.Great line.
949
posted on
03/08/2004 8:41:31 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
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To: Colonel_Flagg
Dreams are doorways
paths to what has been
A portal to other worlds
where everything is strange and new
950
posted on
03/08/2004 9:10:06 AM PST
by
Darksheare
(Fortune for today: Don't believe the Lawn Gnomes. They lie like a stone.)
To: Colonel_Flagg; snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; NicknamedBob; radu; All
This rose is from radu's garden 2003.
I took it into PhotoShop and tweeked it here and there.
951
posted on
03/08/2004 9:21:02 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: Colonel_Flagg
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
William Butler Yeats
Good morning/afternoon Colonel. Wonderful to see the classic poets in The Lair. Thank You.
As I type, we are getting snow. :-(
952
posted on
03/08/2004 9:25:38 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: bentfeather
Hi, feather :)
Sorry to hear of your snow. We got seven more inches last weekend and it was very depressing. Nothing today, so hopefully it will get warm enough to melt what we have left.
I'm on a Yeats kick of late, it seems.
953
posted on
03/08/2004 9:29:51 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival. - Churchill)
To: All
radu's front yard.
Some of the flower beds.
Toby in the daffodils.
Southern Tennessee.
954
posted on
03/08/2004 9:40:09 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: bentfeather; All
~ Click Nonie~ Celine Dion's ~ Color of My Love ~
~ Nonie today ~
955
posted on
03/08/2004 9:50:45 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; NicknamedBob; Trikebuilder; Darksheare; Conspiracy Guy; ...
Okay, you all let's have some fun
click, click of the tongue,
Martha Stewart's buns are done.
In a cell she will dwell
decorating concrete walls
will be hell and
scrape her hide.
Is Martha Queen of clean or is it mean?
Now, dear Martha you are toast
oh my dear, shall I fix you a roast?
Mashed potatoes, and rare roast beef
are not offered in the clink,
even though it's neat....
Sooo, Ms Stewart take some advice
from ms feather, don't lie honey
it ain't no protector!
Posted by bentfeather(Put your mouse cursor over my name!)
956
posted on
03/08/2004 11:30:06 AM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
To: bentfeather
LOL!
Her buns are done..
*chuckle*
957
posted on
03/08/2004 11:59:58 AM PST
by
Darksheare
(Fortune for today: Don't believe the Lawn Gnomes. They lie like a stone.)
To: bentfeather
Martha Stewart's buns are done.Hey! Martha has cute buns!
958
posted on
03/08/2004 12:13:34 PM PST
by
SAMWolf
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To: SAMWolf
I will reserve comment on said buns. I will, however, say that she ain't going to jail. Call it a hunch.
959
posted on
03/08/2004 12:28:51 PM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival. - Churchill)
To: All
Spencer Johnson said, "Happiness is not having what you want, it's wanting what you have."
Today is Monday, March 8, the 68th day of 2004 with 298 to follow.
The moon is waning.
The morning stars are Neptune, Uranus and Pluto.
The evening stars are Venus, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars and Saturn.
960
posted on
03/08/2004 12:47:58 PM PST
by
Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and party among the stars~)
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