~The Dragon Flies' Lair IX~

February 14, 2004 | bentfeather, Poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[Colonel_Flagg]

I had no idea. Being Swedish I spend most my cultural knowledge time drinking Aquavit. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

See how you Swedes are!! LOL

I am gonna get Helga out!!
She is a warrior!!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Is Helga Finnish? Inquiring minds wanna know.

[Soaring Feather]

Helga is half Finn and half Swede!!

My grandmother was a half and halfer. Notice I did not say heifer. LOL
She was the farmer, my grandfather tramped all around as was the custom looking for work.

[Soaring Feather]

I explore your smile
with my mind
the emotion is strong
you are overpowering

I love you through rising,
changing, waters

in your arms
I found your joy....

bentfeather
03-09-04

[snippy_about_it]

That's pretty feather.

[Trikebuilder]

Explore my smile with great care,
for I may be tempted to explore you.
What potential we might find there,
striking fire,starting flames as we do.

[Soaring Feather]

Striking fire is for lightning blots
I looked in your eyes and saw the fire
I knew it raged - unbridled, like a wild stallion
Riding horses was a fear of mine
until I learned they sense fear
and I learned how to hide it...

bentfeather

[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

[SAMWolf]

I explore your smile
with my mind

great opening! Siiiiiigh

[Trikebuilder]

You can not hide what burns in you,
it shine forth from your lovely eyes.
I see it there and smile inside I do,
for I shall have my way with you, my prize.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning poets.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

The Mist



I am the mist, the impalpable mist,
Back of the thing you seek.
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space.

Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory.

But no one passes me,
I tangle and snare them all.
I am the cause of the Sphinx,
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx.

I was at the first of things,
I will be at the last.
I am the primal mist
And no man passes me;
My long impalpable arms
Bar them all.

Carl Sandburg

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

The Mist
Carl Sandburg

Good morning Sam.
Wow, this poem is fantastic along with a perfect graphic to emphasize the power of the words.

Thanks for the tunes. Listening to them now.

[Soaring Feather]

(NEW!! IMPROVED!!! E=MC^3)


ROTFLOL!!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning!

Feather, this is very nice work!

I explore your smile
with my mind

Wonderful imagery. Thank you!

I will be at a funeral this afternoon so will likely not return until late tonight or tomorrow.

[SAMWolf]

I can think of better ways I'd rather spend a day. Take care Colonel, see you when you get back.

[SAMWolf]

Sandberg was one of the writers we had to read in High School.:-)

[snippy_about_it]

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...

Lovely!