~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XII~

May 14, 2004 | bentfeather and poets of The 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 guide
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]

Never give a person more power than he can use, for use it he will.
--Cotton Mather (1663-1728) Puritan clergyman, writer

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday Morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

~Cathedrals~Where the Roses Never Fade~

[Soaring Feather]

May our friendship last forever;
May I sail upon your sea.
May we go through life together;
May there always be a "we."

May I be your endless sky;
May you breathe my gentle air.
May you never wonder why
Each time you look for me, I'm there.

May we be for each a smile
Like the warm, life-giving sun;
Yet when we're in pain awhile,
May our suffering be one.

May we share our special days,
The happiness of one for two;
And if we must go separate ways,
Let my love remain with you.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

Touch the Blue Rose......

[Soaring Feather]

"Happy Birthday" was the first song to be performed in
outer space, sung by the Apollo IX astronauts on
March 8, 1969.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

There For You



Beneath the hanging branch she lives,
Her roots almost too thin to hold her there.
Her stem is soft yet produces her might.
Her head is stern yet light.
Even if one swift wind were to come along,
She would still stay strong.

Standing tall and proud,
Watching the storm clouds roll loud,
And listening to the voices gossip,
"It'll be a record storm"
The storm came and rain trampled her down,
It was the worst on this side of town.
Gasping for life,
She droops to the ground.
Will the sun ever come out to help her around?

In her world her life is ending.
The sun's not out to help her mending.
"Don't give up!" a voice around her called.
She opened her petals and lifted her head.
A girl stood above her and looked down.
Upon her face showed no grin nor frown;
It shows a smile and helping heart.

"Don't you see a ray of light will shine?
Don't give up, everything will be just fine.
All you need is I, your friend.
I'll help you in healing, help you mend.
Don't give up, you can pull through.
All you need is a little help from a friend,
The rest is up to you."

Meaghan Brickley

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

There For You
Meaghan Brickley


Morning Sam, nice poem again today. Listening to the tunes as I type. Thanks for everything.

[Darksheare]

I had inspiration yesterday!
Unfortunately, it was while driving and I couldn't write it down, nor was there anywhere to pull over so that I could write it down.

[snippy_about_it]

May our friendship last forever;
May I sail upon your sea.
May we go through life together;
May there always be a "we."

May I be your endless sky;
May you breathe my gentle air.
May you never wonder why
Each time you look for me, I'm there.

This is lovely feather. I've never heard of this poet but this is a beautiful piece. Thanks. You picked a great song to go with it, too!

[snippy_about_it]

Nice poem and good music today, thanks Sam.

[NicknamedBob]

A World of Eagles

In perfect worlds, there are some rules: You do not step on flowers.
And insects do not bite you, and rainbows stay for hours.
Every tree bears fruit that can never, ever spoil,
So anyone can live a life without a bit of toil.

They are all musing poets, and singing bards of mirth,
And all these perfect worlds of course are never, ever Earth.
Why can’t we work to make of this a better place to live?
Quite frankly, it’s because it would take more than we can give.

Would you surrender everything, to have a bit of peace?
We know it doesn’t work that way. We’ll always need police.
This is a world of eagles, their prey the peaceful dove,
Whose serene flight of beauty gets a nightmare from above.

We know that to have peace we must always prepare for war,
For only equal foes respect the meaning of a door.
“My door is always open” makes your door a welcome mat.
And someone will come to take your treasure, and that’s that.

We do not need the weapons that will make our fences strong,
But the watchfulness of angels who will punish doing wrong.
We’d have a safer world if we knew we must do right,
But what kind of people would there be who do it out of fright?

I want a world where one does right simply because it feels so good.
A world where evil withers from the light just as it should.
I do not think I’ll find it in the paper as I read,
But it is in my dreams when my imagination’s freed.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . June 13, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

It will come back in another form Darksheare. Can you remember any of the lines at all?? Write the snippets down if you're able.

I know the frustration you are feeling, it happens to all of us.

[snippy_about_it]

Nice poetry Bob. On a grander scale you reminded me of this quote:

The justest dispositions possible in ourselves, will not secure us against it [war]. It would be necessary that all other nations were just also. Justice indeed, on our part, will save us from those wars which would have been produced by a contrary disposition. But how can we prevent those produced by the wrongs of other nations? By putting ourselves in a condition to punish them. Weakness provokes insult and injury, while a condition to punish often prevents them.
-- Thomas Jefferson

[Darksheare]

None at all.
Remember teh sentiment though.
Wanting 'her' to be able to live in 'my shadowy world'.
Her smile being my light, but I'm a wisp of shadow.
She'd wither in my world, and I'd evaporate in hers.
Etc etc etc.

[Soaring Feather]

A World of Eagles
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . June 13, 2004

Wonderful, wonderful poem Bob. Thank You so much.

[Soaring Feather]

Sam has posted this poet's work before, and I also, have chosen some of his work.

[snippy_about_it]

I guess I wasn't paying attention. :-(

I'll have to look him up.

[Soaring Feather]

http://www.poemsforfree.com/me.html

Here ya go.

[snippy_about_it]

thanks.