~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©

[Darksheare]

Hmm.. should we drag feather into the Doors?

[Soaring Feather]

Sounds like it might be mysterious.

[Darksheare]

More or less weird, sometimes funny, sometimes serious, and sometimes combos of all of teh above.
Mysterious?
Hmm..
Depends on one's point of view.

[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]

~Phil Collins~Hold On My Heart~

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Michael miserable failureMoore

[SAMWolf]

Why Dogs Stopped Flying



Before humans,
dogs flew everywhere.
Their wings of silky fur
wrapped hollow bones.
Their tails wagged
like rudders through wind,
their stomachs bare
to the sullen earth.

Out of sorrow
for the first humans—
stumbling, crawling,
helpless and cold—
dogs folded their
great wings into paws
soft enough to walk
beside us forever.

They still weep for us,
pity our small noses,
our unfortunate eyes,
our dull teeth.
They lick our faces clean,
keep us warm at night.
Sometimes they remember flying
and bite our ugly hands.

Author Unknown

Michael miserable failureMoore

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!

Absolutely adorable poem, "Why Dogs Stopped Flying." I never would have thought to come up with a concept like this. Wonderful where a poet's muse will take them.


WOO HOO for the tunes.
After the Loving'
If I Could Read Your Mind
Hey There Lonely Girl
Spill the Wine--LOL

[Conspiracy Guy]

That is a true story.

[SAMWolf]

Yeah, the title caught my eye and being the dog lover I am, I couldn't resist.

[SAMWolf]

There's no doubt in my mind. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

I thought about you being a dog lover and decided this poem would turn your fancy right off the bat.

It's really a great little poem.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I remember when they still had wings.

[SAMWolf]

And I thought I was old!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

I remember when we invented dirt. My family was one of the first on the block to have dirt. We were very affluent.

[SAMWolf]

My family was one of the first on the block to have dirt.

LOL! I thought Al Gore invented dirt.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Al Gore invented the internet.

[snippy_about_it]

Awwww. I'm in tears. That is soooo sweet. I love dogs. Perfect graphic you put with it too. Thanks for the poem and tunes.

[SAMWolf]

Considering some of the things that pop up on my screen when googling dirt and iternet could be one and the same.

=:-0