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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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KEYWORDS: haiku; musiclyrics; originalpoetry; prose
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Conspiracy Guy
941
posted on
05/13/2004 7:32:52 PM PDT
by
Colonel_Flagg
("Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge." - Sir Winston Churchill)
To: StarCMC
942
posted on
05/13/2004 7:34:15 PM PDT
by
Colonel_Flagg
("Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge." - Sir Winston Churchill)
To: bentfeather
Cool.
I write stuff usually late at night, when my muse seems to be feeling most fiendish.
943
posted on
05/13/2004 7:35:45 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Bretheren & Sisteren In Chaos Inc, LLC "We're All About Bad Ideas!")
To: SAMWolf
Stealing Time
Alison S. Hable
Wow what a poem. Thanks Sam.
944
posted on
05/13/2004 7:38:40 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: Darksheare
I used to write in the early morning hours and still do during long cold winter months.
During my working years the muse would drive me from my sleep and bed to write. Man it was hard getting up to work 8 hours after having slept maybe 2 hours.
945
posted on
05/13/2004 7:41:43 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
My muse, she drives me from my sleep through torment and woe if I try to ignore or remain asleep.
A muse cannot be ignored or denied.
One pays a heavy price for such 'insolence'.
946
posted on
05/13/2004 7:43:00 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Bretheren & Sisteren In Chaos Inc, LLC "We're All About Bad Ideas!")
To: Darksheare
947
posted on
05/13/2004 7:44:02 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: Colonel_Flagg
948
posted on
05/13/2004 7:44:27 PM PDT
by
StarCMC
(Please pray for the 2/7 Marines and Josh.)
To: bentfeather; SAMWolf; Jen; Pippin; Conspiracy Guy; KangarooJacqui
Hi Bentfeather, very nice poem! Very insightful.
I've noticed most people seem to think that poets cry out from a tortured, pain-filled soul.
Naturally, I look at things a little ... differently! You are going to like this!
A Thirst for Life
I drank at life so thirstily,
I hardly paused to taste,
The sweet nectar of the essence,
Id consumed in so much haste.
Now that the glass is nearing,
The zenith of its rise,
I try to savor every drop,
And drink more with my eyes.
The world seems filled with rainbows,
With color everywhere,
And sparkling diadems that float,
As dust motes in the air.
Ive switched to slower motion,
To capture every glance,
I want to draw in ... Everything!
While there is still a chance.
I wonder what Ill see on,
That distant fateful morn,
The dawning sun will rise no more,
Nights curtain wont be torn.
No new things to enchant me,
Will memories too fail?
I will be travelling lightly,
With new seas yet to sail.
The waters I will journey,
Will seem immense and vast,
But they are only more of what,
Ive captured in my glass.
The liquid that refreshes me,
Will ease me when it goes,
The fire that warms me in my den,
Will yield to cooling snows.
With all these cycles turning,
There seems to be no end,
I will not fear what I may find,
Beyond the hidden bend.
NicknamedBob . . . May 13, 2004
949
posted on
05/13/2004 7:56:26 PM PDT
by
NicknamedBob
(When life hands me lemons, I say "Cool! ... Free lemons!")
To: NicknamedBob
Hi Bob, thank you so much.
EXCELLENT. Your poem is a very poignant work.
950
posted on
05/13/2004 8:00:36 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: StarCMC
Glad to see you posting in the Lair. That wasn't so bad, was it? ;)
951
posted on
05/13/2004 8:01:28 PM PDT
by
Colonel_Flagg
("Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge." - Sir Winston Churchill)
To: bentfeather
Or, as I heard it quoted by someone, "One cannot dismiss their muse, foolish one."
I'm going to go to bed, I shall be paying a heavy price tonight either way.
952
posted on
05/13/2004 8:02:24 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Bretheren & Sisteren In Chaos Inc, LLC "We're All About Bad Ideas!")
To: NicknamedBob
Ive switched to slower motion,
To capture every glance,
I want to draw in ... Everything!
While there is still a chance. Loved this part.
953
posted on
05/13/2004 8:02:58 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
To: Darksheare; bentfeather; Colonel_Flagg
A way out here they've got a name for wind and rain and fire
The rain is Jack the fire is Joe and they call the wind Maria
Maria blows the stars around since the clouds're flying
Maria makes the mountains sound like cold wind out there dying
Maria Maria they call the wind Maria
Before I knew Maria's name heard her wails and whining
I had a girl and she had me and the sun was always shining
And then one day I left my girl left her far behind me
Maria blowed her love to me I need her here beside me
Maria Maria they call the wind Maria
Out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire only
But when you're lost and all alone there ain't no name for lonely
Now I'm a lost and lonely man without the stars to guide me
Maria blowed her love to me I need her here beside me
Maria Maria they call the wind Maria
954
posted on
05/13/2004 8:05:24 PM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
I can post, but you all are way out of my league on actually writing the poetry! LOL!!
955
posted on
05/13/2004 8:06:25 PM PDT
by
StarCMC
(Please pray for the 2/7 Marines and Josh.)
To: SAMWolf
Sam there is a song titled, "They Call the Wind Myria." I am sure you have heard it. I will looked for it.
956
posted on
05/13/2004 8:11:09 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
I just bought Brad Paisley's new CD today. I need to find a way to post "Whiskey Lullaby" someplace. One of the saddest songs I have ever heard.
957
posted on
05/13/2004 8:16:10 PM PDT
by
Colonel_Flagg
("Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge." - Sir Winston Churchill)
To: Colonel_Flagg; SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; StarCMC; Old Sarge; Darksheare; All
Brad Paisley~Whiskey Lullaby~
Here ya go my dear Colonel.
958
posted on
05/13/2004 8:23:32 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: Colonel_Flagg
I'll put it in your folder. You can not play from the CD even if you upload it, it has to be compressed. I don't know how to do that. :-(
959
posted on
05/13/2004 8:26:01 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
Ooooo .. you found it. You're wonderful!
960
posted on
05/13/2004 8:26:07 PM PDT
by
Colonel_Flagg
("Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge." - Sir Winston Churchill)
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