~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIII~

June 13, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of The Lair

[Soaring Feather]

~The Cathedrals~Where Roses Never Fade~

[snippy_about_it]

My beloved Mount Hood.

I thought I'd seen that before, like yesterday on the way to get a hamburger. ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

~Charlie Landsborough~Centuries~
Click if you wish.......

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good day, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh lovely, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

~Ray Charles~I Can't Stop Loving You~

[Soaring Feather]

~Nat King Cole~Unforgettable~
~To My Dragonfly~

[Soaring Feather]

~Falling In Love~

[Soaring Feather]

~Cher~Do You Believe In Love~
Happy Father's Day Sam!!

[snippy_about_it]

morning glory



the morning brings joy
silently slipping in beside me
i am gently aroused by your presence
a smile sweeps across my face
my heart warms
you are here
and i am filled will love

Snippy 6.21.2004

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning snippy, wonderful poem. Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Monday morning everyone.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning everyone! I hope you are all off to a great start this week. I think I've turned the corner at last - feeling quite well this morning :)

Sonnet---to Genevra
George Gordon, Lord Byron

Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush
Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush,
My heart would wish away that ruder glow:
And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes---but, oh!
While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush,
And into mine my mother's weakness rush,
Soft as the last drops round Heaven's airy bow.
For, though thy long dark lashes low depending,
The soul of melancholy Gentleness
Gleams like a Seraph from the sky descending,
Above all pain, yet pitying all distress;
At once such majesty with sweetness blending,
I worship more, but cannot love thee less.

[Soaring Feather]

Sonnet---to Genevra
George Gordon, Lord Byron

I worship more, but cannot love thee less.

Good morning Colonel, lovely Sonnet today. Glad to hear you are feeling much better.

[Soaring Feather]

I came to You late, O Beauty so ancient and new. I came to love You late. You were within me and I was outside where I rushed about wildly searching for You like some monster loose in Your beautiful world. You were with me but I was not with You. You called me, You shouted to me, You wrapped me in Your Splendour, You broke past my deafness, You bathed me in Your Light, You sent my blindness reeling. You gave out such a delightful fragrance and I drew it in and came breathing hard after You. I tasted, and it made me hunger and thirst; You touched me, and I burned to know Your Peace.

St. Augustine of Hippo

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

GARAGE SALE JUNKY



Gotta admit -- I'm a garage sale junky;
Huntin' for stuff from priceless to funky.
Always in search of that ultimate treasure
That will fill me with the ultimate pleasure.
If I must, I do it alone.
With money in hand, I brave the unknown.
Following signs from sale to sale --
Woe to those who stand in my trail.

Pedal to the metal to get there first --
Driven to quench this unending thirst.
Vaulting out of my car with unleashed zest,
Hoping to satisfy this nagging quest.
This quest has become a sick obsession
To find that ideal worldly possession!
Treasure abounding -- some one of a kind!
There's no way of knowing what I might find!

An electric blanket missing a cord,
Some tarot cards, and a Ouija board.
A tattered skateboard with urethane wheels,
Two Veg-A-Matics, and three Seal-A-Meals!
A tired, retired, one-eyed bear
A faded, corroded floating pool chair.

Kid's pet hamsters with bulging bellies.
Ten-year-old homemade jams and jellies.
Baby food, Mason, and mayonnaise jars,
An Elvis decanter, and three-wheeled cars.
A box of assorted fine costume jewels.
Another with greasy, tattered old tools.
A fine old floor lamp minus a plug.
Only a dime for a handleless mug!

Exercycles and other reducers,
A yogurt maker, and orange juicers.
A patched-up beachball that doesn't hold air.
A once-loved dolly that used to have hair.
A chair that only needs a new cover.
A book of "Lady Chatterly's Lover".
A ball and shoes for the would-be bowler.
A minibike and a baby stroller.

A Mickey Mouse watch with only one hand.
A crusty and rusty iron plant stand.
A set of eight glasses (no two alike).
A broken down one-speed, seatless bike.
A Nehru jacket, and some Gucci shoes.
Old Playboys, and Hustlers, and U.S. News.
Bike parts, and car parts, and spare parts galore.
Headboards and slant boards, and surf boards and more!

By now you can see I can't get enough.
I keep hauling home magnificent stuff!
I stack it all up from ceiling to floor.
It's getting so I can't open a door.
My garage is full; my closets are bulging.
I don't have space for much more indulging.

Now listen, my friend, when I'm old and grey,
And when it is time to put me away,
Just stuff my old body in an old trunk
And bury me 'neath my lovely old junk.

Carol A.

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

I think I've turned the corner at last - feeling quite well this morning :)

Well that's good news for starting off a Monday.:-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!!


Cute poem and graphic today, thanks. Great songs this morning. Some really great music came out of the 70s.

Thanks for Breakfast!!

[SAMWolf]

Nice Snippy. Your muse has come for a visit I see.