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~The Dragon Flies' Lair Thread XI~
April 17, 2004
| bentfeather, and poets of the Dragon Flies' Lair
Posted on 04/17/2004 7:45:52 AM PDT by 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©
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To: Darksheare
No - never seen the colors. When I was little I was terrified of lightning. My dad MADE me watch an entire storm one night from the bay window in our kitchen to prove it wouldn't hurt me if I was inside. After that I was cured.
We have a place in the country here with and incredible view over the hills. When a storm is moving in, it's so much fin to just sit and watch as it makes it's way towards us and you feel the change in the breeze and the temperatures....
921
posted on
05/13/2004 7:15:29 PM PDT
by
StarCMC
(Please pray for the 2/7 Marines and Josh.)
To: bentfeather
Oh my goodness. I don't know this.You never heard this feather? No kidding?
Two versions:
Lord willin' and the creek (pronounced crick) don't rise
and
Lord willin' and the saints don't rise.
Of course the first one and you'd drown, the second would be referencing the second coming. :-)
922
posted on
05/13/2004 7:16:17 PM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Conspiracy Guy
The Creek in question were Native Americans. Now down in West Virginy we figured it meant we'd drown. I like your version too.
923
posted on
05/13/2004 7:17:45 PM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: StarCMC
Well, I've seen lightning be green, yellow, blue, blue white, white, and oddly: pink.
No, don't know why it was that last color, probably junk in the air.
I was scared witless by the thunder, the lightning didn't bother me much.
Then I was older, and got stuck out in a storm because I forgot my house key.
*snicker*
924
posted on
05/13/2004 7:17:50 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Bretheren & Sisteren In Chaos Inc, LLC "We're All About Bad Ideas!")
To: snippy_about_it
Oh I have heard the adage, but not its source.
925
posted on
05/13/2004 7:17:50 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
Ms. FEather, you amaze me. Beautiful!
926
posted on
05/13/2004 7:18:07 PM PDT
by
StarCMC
(Please pray for the 2/7 Marines and Josh.)
To: Matthew Paul; SAMWolf; Colonel_Flagg; Conspiracy Guy; bentfeather
Look here, Matt has translated the Polish poem Sam posted today. This is great, thanks Matt.
927
posted on
05/13/2004 7:20:00 PM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: snippy_about_it
Yes, snippy isn't it a wonderful poem? I love it.
928
posted on
05/13/2004 7:22:01 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
LOL. I couldn't imagine you not hearing it. I saw CG thoughts on the Creek, that would work too!
929
posted on
05/13/2004 7:22:01 PM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: StarCMC
930
posted on
05/13/2004 7:22:35 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: Darksheare
I just hope it likes you or maybe not. EEK.
931
posted on
05/13/2004 7:22:51 PM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: bentfeather
Cool.
At first I thought while reading it that it was an older poem.
I got to the end and went, "COOL".
932
posted on
05/13/2004 7:27:23 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Bretheren & Sisteren In Chaos Inc, LLC "We're All About Bad Ideas!")
To: snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; Conspiracy Guy
Give back Friday! I need Snippy to post on Friday!!
933
posted on
05/13/2004 7:27:23 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
To: All
~One Man's Dream~
934
posted on
05/13/2004 7:28:08 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: Matthew Paul
Thanks Matt. Sounds like a poem of a lost love.
If you have any poems you want to post this is the place to do it.
935
posted on
05/13/2004 7:29:14 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
To: Darksheare; All
I wrote that this afternoon while sitting in my back yard - before the storm.
936
posted on
05/13/2004 7:29:50 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: snippy_about_it
"I call the lightning and the thund*BOOM*"
Maybe not..
937
posted on
05/13/2004 7:30:08 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Bretheren & Sisteren In Chaos Inc, LLC "We're All About Bad Ideas!")
To: Conspiracy Guy
AS long as Snippy can still post tomorrow, I can spare her for two hours. :-)
938
posted on
05/13/2004 7:30:24 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
To: Matthew Paul; SAMWolf
Oh Matthew, I would love to have your work here or any artist from Poland or anywhere.
939
posted on
05/13/2004 7:31:35 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: Conspiracy Guy; bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg
Stealing Time
You wait til you think
Every one is asleep- (is that REM sleep, stage 2, or stage 3?)
You have communed
with Netter and his nasties
most of the day
Erector spinae muscles are stiff; you
Sit on your last nerve
And in the darkness,
In the small, hollow hours (Do I know gastrulation well enough?!)
Biochemistry flowed through your brain
(Have I eaten today, or is gray matter switching to ketosis?
Is this profundity, or reactive hypoglycemia?)
You train your
focus for five minutes
on philosophy, raison d'être, raison du travail*
(some micrograph today looked like a raisin, steroid-associated mitochondria, you think)
You pause
In your writing,
Chuckling at having to resist
using abbreviations in
a poem.
This mottled madness is the meaning.
Dickens knew
this time.
You choose this
bridled schizophrenia
each day
and, each day, you
steal time.
Alison S. Hable
940
posted on
05/13/2004 7:32:29 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
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