~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©

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi everyone!

I am off to the monthly meeting of my Finn Club. Have a wonderful day everyone.

See you later in the afternoon.

[Soaring Feather]

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

[Soaring Feather]

~Simon and Garfunkel~ Bridge Over Trouble Water~

[Soaring Feather]

~Sweet Chariot~

[Soaring Feather]

~Amazing Grace~

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

This Is Not a Spring Poem



This is not a spring poem;
even though dogwoods now blaze
in swathes of white and pink,
the cardinal, once alone, crazy
red against the snow, welcomes
the robin home from the tropics
or some other paradise
of sun and waves that lick
incessantly against the shore,
the grass greens again outside
my now open window,
and the sun is no longer shy,

this is not a spring poem.
Instead, this celebrates
a winterscape--not snow covered
and pristine, the branches glazed
with ice--but dead leaves dried by northern
gales crunching beneath any move,
leaves still clinging to dry branches
rattling, trees creaking above
a landscape barely not dead--
even squirrels do not scramble
for nuts--trees popping
as sap quick freezes, and bits
of ice clinging to otherwise
dry rocks, all sing an unheard
song of late winter. Twice
said: this is not a poem writ
about the spring... or is it?

Timothy C. Truxell

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Sam, thank you.

Lovely poem and graphic.

I was just thinking a few moments ago, how very thoughtful it is of you everyday to search for a poem and the perfect graphic, then choose music post in The Lair. Thank You so much.

[SAMWolf]

You're welcome Feather. I enjoy doing it since I can't contribute much poetry of my own.

I owe you and some others a big thank you for getting me interested in poetry. Never would have figured me for enjoying poetry. I do miss Trikebuilder's work though. :-)

[radu]

Good afternoon y'all! Hope everyone is having a fabulous afternoon!
Just a fly-by to to let you know I'm thinking about y'all....and to snack on a chok-lit donut before heading back outside. *giggle*
*HUGZ* all 'round.

I even cleaned up my lil mess in the kitchen and started a fresh pot of coffee. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Hi radu!! How nice to you to make a fresh pot of coffee and tidying up around The Lair. Beautiful picture. I know it's in the back yard on the farm. I can see the edge of the house! :-) And you told me about that lovely Dogwood tree. It's a wonderful day here, warm and our Magnolia's are starting to bloom. Gorgeous up here now.

[radu]

Glad to hear Spring has finally sprung up your way! 'Bout time, huh? LOL!

Yep, that dogwood is the one just off the deck. There are several scattered around in the woods, too, and it's really pretty around the place right now.

82F today and clear skies! WOOOHOOOO! If it wasn't for the stiff breeze blowing, it would almost be unbearable outside. Our blood hasn't thinned to summer levels yet and the heat, though we love it, is kicking our butts. ROTFLOL!

Guess I'd better get back outside. Lots to do yet and it won't get done if I sit here, much as I'm dying to stay for a while. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

~Luther VanDross~Dance With My Father~

[Soaring Feather]

When I consider the blessings
day after day
I, in gratitude gather them in like hay
and store them in a sacred place
my soul sanctuary ...without

a trace of anger or resentment
or hatred black... those things gone
for they lack the joy of loving
I do not hold the resentment card
before the fold...

God is Good and light is bold
his tender mercies to behold...

Thank You Lord for this new day
you've given me and asked no pay...

bentfeather

[snippy_about_it]

Spring, such a beautiful time of year. Thanks for the poetry and the Elvis tunes.

[snippy_about_it]

spring renews old life
a chance to begin again
with you by my side

snippy 04.18.04

[SAMWolf]

AWWWW.

Good Haiku Snippy. I may even try some again

[Soaring Feather]

Good Monday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

snippy, I am happy to see you writing again. Nice little piece of work and lovely graphic.