~The Dragon Flies' Lair X~

March 10, 2004 | bentfeather, Poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[Soaring Feather]

Sam,

Countyline has stopped by and said Hi to you. :-)

So wonderful to hear from her.

[Soaring Feather]

Poets of The Dragon Flies Lair
We have a friend visiting here.

It's Countyline a fine poet, she.
Stop by and welcome her
when you have time, CL
will love that cause she
can rhyme!!


The voice of a friend
ever so welcome
this day of sunny
skies, and surprise

A poet friend ever dear
and we all welcome her here
some of us you know well
others have come and
decided to stay
write their words
and sometimes play

Sam is here and
trikebuilder too,
Colonel Flagg and
nicknamedbob are
kinda new

Conspiracy Guy now
he's a trip, writes funny stuff
shoots from the hip!

Fish Hawk stops by
when he's FReeping around
he's still in Paradise
Maui ground....

We have wonderful times
writing together
with a Sarge and Colonel
it can't get any better!!

Johnny Gage, he comes by
we love to see him when
he stops by...

Gotta end this pome
sometime may as
well be now, I still have time...

bentfeather

[SAMWolf]

Hey County Line!

Long time, no see. Look forward to seeing some of your work at the Lair. :-)

[SAMWolf]

I hope you can find the time to post some of your work at the Lair. Feather has picked up some talented new poets.

How you been?

[NicknamedBob]

This is from today. It’s not pertinent. Well, actually, it’s impertinent...

You’re ... what?

I have been called homophobic,
It isn’t at all the case,
Though I do get adrenaline rushes,
When someone gets right in my face.

I’m willing to live and let live,
But that’s not enough for some guys.
They don’t understand my reaction,
And I want to open their eyes.

If you do what you want and say nothing,
Then you and I can be friends.
But your right to swing with your purses,
Ends where my nose begins.

Please leave me alone with my problems,
Don’t rev up my engine of rage.
My temper is normally idle,
So don’t let my clutch disengage.

If there is one thing about me,
HomOcidal is perhaps the right phrase.
Society says it don’t trust me.
That’s why I’m avoiding your gaze.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 11, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Well said Bob.

[SAMWolf]

Homophobe, racist, bigot. If a Lib calls me those I wear them proudly. :-)

[Johnny Gage]

How sweet! I'm in a poem written by our resident expert.

*applause*

Don't have much time so I'll just repost one I wrote about a year ago.

What we are

Some drive trucks all shiny and new
For others, ones with rust and dents will do

Some work full time, 24 hour shifts each day
Some are on call or volunteer without any pay.

We all see the same things when going on a call.
Whether it's medicals, rescues or fires in a hall.

"My Daddy's a fireman" we here our kids say.
"Bring him home safe" is what our wives pray.

The tones sounds, pagers beep, or the Bells ring
We're off in a flash knowing just one thing.

We'll go where we're called and do what we're told
and continue to do it, until we've grown old.

The Good Lord looks over us from high above.
and gives us strength to do what we love.

By David K
December 10th, 2002

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Johnny!!

So nice to have you around. I like this poem.

I meant to ping you a couple of weeks ago. One of our rural Volunteer Companies lost a man.

It was a terrible accident, he was crushed between two trucks. He was so young. The number of Fire Companies that come out for his funeral was amazing.

So sad for everyone in the Fire Companies.

[NicknamedBob]

True bigots and other narrow-minded shallow thinkers may walk among us, but most have been silenced by public disdain.
When they get in their groups, or in their cups, their feelings volubly surface.

But the only racists I've encountered recently are Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and others of their ilk, who have the effrontery to tell "their own people" that they cannot compete on a level playing field, and that it has to be tilted in their favor for them to win. What gall, what contempt, what RACISM!

Hmmm, I just remembered...


. . . . . . . . . What It’s All About



It’s all about keeping the black voter down.
He think’s he’s informed cause he’s living in town.
He doesn’t quite get that they’re teaching him wrong,
He’s shucking and jiving and singing their song.

He’s told that old whitey’s in charge all the way,
In keeping him stuck in a job with low pay.
He couldn’t do better, without help it seems,
From political actors, and entitlement schemes.

One hopes he’ll wise up, and step out in this land,
Where the rest of us know where to find a good hand,
At the end of an arm we keep close beside us,
‘Cause we don’t have ol’ Jesse to teach us and guide us.

We’ve learned that you sell what you’ve learned how to do,
And you can’t make a dime if your skills are too few.
We saw others working on dreams as a rule,
With items they picked up while going to school.

But their ‘Spokesmen’ tell them “Learn your histories well!”
‘Cause the future belongs to the ones who do well,
At feeling quite proud for no reason at all,
Except for their skills with the town basketball.


NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . 15 Jan 2004

[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 Friday morning everyone!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning CG, sorry I missed you on my first good morning ping.

Forty lashes with a wet noodle for me.

[Johnny Gage]

wow. I hadn't heard. That's really too bad.

What town was it in. I'd like to find some information, then I can post a "tribute" here.

[Conspiracy Guy]

It is a glorious day here in sunny Alabama. I thank the Lord for letting me see this.

CG

[Soaring Feather]

awwww the sun. Well, here in The Empire State, in my neck of the woods it is gray, with a trace of snow on the ground, the temp is 25F, and it's snowing.

Have a happy, sunny day CG.

[Soaring Feather]

I'll have to look up the news article and will get back to you.

It was a tragic accident.

[Johnny Gage]

                     

My Brother has fallen

My Brother has fallen; no, I don't know his name.
Have not the same parents still family all the same.
He lives in this town, I live in another,
It doesn't really matter 'cause this man is my Brother.
My Brother I call him, yet I've never seen his face.
I have brothers and sisters all over the place!
You see I am a Firefighter and our families are one.
Around the world, a brotherhood of unity,
A closeness, a bond, most people don't see.
I'll watch his back; She'll watch mine,
"You go, I go," time after time.
His family's my family, Her family theirs,
We're part of one family where everyone cares,
I'll look after your kids, please look in on my wife,
Should that day finally come when I laid down my life.
We dedicate our lives helping our fellow man,
Living day after day doing all that we can,
Where ever we're needed whether nighttime or day,
To save the life of another we'll step in harms way.
My Brother has fallen doing what he loved best,
And among the Honored, he now stands with the rest
For a mile in dress uniform here everyone stands,
For my Brother has fallen, God into your hands.
Author unknown

Attention All Stations:
It is with deep regret that we announce the
Line of Duty Death of Deputy Chief Bret Neff
Transmit Alarm Bell 5-5-5-5
All Stations are Clear and In Service

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You Johnny.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'll think of you as I do!

CG