~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]

AWWWWWWWW!

[Soaring Feather]

~ Tony Bennett ~ San Francisco ~
Click the rose..

Posted by bentfeather(Put your mouse cursor over my name!)

Thank You NicknamedBOB!!

[Soaring Feather]

~ Frankie Laine ~ That's My Desire ~

[Soaring Feather]

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

[Soaring Feather]

I heard from radu. She sent me pictures of her front lawn, drool, it is awash in yellow daffodils.

[Colonel_Flagg]

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.

[SAMWolf]

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

[Colonel_Flagg]

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.

[SAMWolf]

For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

Great line.

[Darksheare]

Dreams are doorways
paths to what has been
A portal to other worlds
where everything is strange and new

[Soaring Feather]

This rose is from radu's garden 2003.
I took it into PhotoShop and tweeked it here and there.

[Soaring Feather]

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. :-(

[Colonel_Flagg]

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.

[Soaring Feather]

radu's front yard.

Some of the flower beds.

Toby in the daffodils.
Southern Tennessee.

[Soaring Feather]

~ Click Nonie~ Celine Dion's ~ Color of My Love ~

~ Nonie today ~

[Soaring Feather]

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!)

[Darksheare]

LOL!
Her buns are done..
*chuckle*

[SAMWolf]

Martha Stewart's buns are done.

Hey! Martha has cute buns!

[Colonel_Flagg]

I will reserve comment on said buns. I will, however, say that she ain't going to jail. Call it a hunch.

[Soaring Feather]

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.