~The Dragon Flies' Lair Thread XI~

April 17, 2004 | bentfeather, and 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 guides
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]

Have a safe trip. We'll see ya when you get back.

[SAMWolf]

"I, I live among the creatures of the night"

Laura Brannigan.

[Soaring Feather]

oooooooooooooooo spooky!!!

[SAMWolf]

Good Song. "Self Control"

[Darkchylde]

Spell Czech

Eye halve a spelling chequer. It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word and weight four it two say
wheather eye am wrong oar write. It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid, it nose bee fore two long
and eye can put the error rite. It's rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it, I am shore your pleased two no.
It's letter perfect in it's weigh. My chequer tolled me sew.

Unknown

[Darksheare]

Pikas?
Hmmm...

[Darksheare]

I see the flame that burns in you
A flickering glow of something true
I see the rain in the darkened sky
And sparkling diamonds of morning dew
I'd give my soul before this is through
I seek to see what is perfectly you

"perfectly you"

[Soaring Feather]

"perfectly you"




Oh my Darksheare, this is beautiful.

[Soaring Feather]

Spell Czech


LOL!! Good one!!!

[Darkchylde]

It's in the new reader's digest.
I found it too amusing to pass up.

[Soaring Feather]

Blue Fires

Your love is a snuggling angel

she whispered to her

dragonfly lover

my bones are blue fires

desire is my

willing black eyes

 
 

bentfeather

[Darksheare]

Thank you!

[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 night friends.

[SAMWolf]

Goodnight Feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

The Blind Men and the Elephant



It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind

The First approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
“God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!”

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, “Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ’tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!”

The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a snake!”

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
“What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain,” quoth he;
“ ‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!”

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: “E’en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!”

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a rope!”

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!

Moral:

So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

John Godfrey Saxe

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!!

Today's poem!! LOL Where ever did you find the graphic? Wonderful indeed. Thank You.

Coffee, donuts, and tunes are great, too.

[Soaring Feather]

mine