~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIII~

June 13, 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©

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. A girl can have more than one thing make her heart flutter. ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Last Dance

Oh my goodness, this is Exquisite. Tears streaming down my face as I read. Thank You, Matthew Paul.

[Soaring Feather]

The fabric of my soul
woven from shreds
of a broken heart

We danced a lovers dance
by chance our romance sizzled
grew and faded into ashes.

Will the Phoenix rise again
patch her heart
tape together her wings
and fly again

it's hard when you don't
know why you've been shot down.

[Soaring Feather]

MINE FOR LIFE
Midge Ure

Haunting poem.

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Thank you.

[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 ~

I remember the color your hair was...
the color of spiced rum
With memories of you
walking without me
in gentle oriental rain
Left me with dreams
of being lost in your embrace.
The peace in your eyes
shone through
I was lost, lost
in your eyes
..........lost
in your embrace...
Dreams of you at Indian Twilight...

bentfeather
Touch the Chariot of Fire

[Soaring Feather]

Good Monday morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Balloons



Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk

Invisible air drifts,
Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest,
barely trembling.
Yellow cathead, blue fish ----
Such queer moons we live with

Instead of dead furniture!
Straw mats, white walls
And these traveling
Globes of thin air, red, green,
Delighting

The heart like wishes or free
Peacocks blessing
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Your small

Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the
other side of it,
He bites,

Then sits
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
A red
Shred in his little fist

Sylvia Plath

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Balloons
Sylvia Plath


Good morning, Sam! Good poem choice today!!

Guess what? Roofers banging and clanging on the roof for two weeks. I may have to leave home. LOL

Thanks for Breakfast and tunes. Happy Monday to you.

[snippy_about_it]

Well that's different. Balloon poetry and a Johnny Mathis day at the Lair. Thanks Sam. I'm also listening to the music from a couple of days ago, a good selection, The Seekers, The Vogues and Bobby Darin.

[NicknamedBob]

Wild to the Child

The savage voice inside me growls, “You do not know me, child!”
I’m not the gentle friend you seek, my heart is much too wild.
My claws are ready, quick to rend, to slash out in blind rage,
My fangs show bright, to fill with fright, those who disturb my cage.

Leave me, child, go far away. I would not do you harm.
You do not know the danger that is coiled inside my arm.
How like a serpent’s strike it waits, to snare the wayward prey,
How docile it appears to lie, while in the warmth of day.

The night will wake the torment, the hunger to be fed,
Be far away from here, dear child. Be safely in your bed.
I will be roaming in the night, my passions to run free.
You would not know me then, you would not want to see.

The moonlight and the darkness will wake a savage thirst,
I go in search of slaking it, and join the other cursed.
We are the stalking appetites, no chains to hold us back,
When we have found the thing we seek, there is one rule, attack!

It is no place for children, no innocence allowed,
It is a place of open stares, the haughty, and the proud.
The weak are culled without a care. They slink in shame away,
To lick their wounds in safety and emerge another day.

We’re driven to go out and search but do not know our fate,
Which is to wander aimlessly until we find a mate.
Somehow the act reduces tensions and we calm down for a while,
And the nightly urge to wander only draws a little smile.

We’re safer then for children to approach and touch our hand,
Which stirs another appetite so different than we planned.
And soon enough our joining has produced a child for us,
And children know for sure that here is someone they can trust.

The wildness seems to have abated, and left a gentle soul,
Which is a part of something that is now a better whole.
That wild strength is now subborned to daily tasks,
Supporting our new unit in whatever way it asks.

But it is only lurking just below the civil manner,
And it will surface quickly to confront an evil planner,
For nothing will unleash the anger and ferocity so wild,
As any kind of threat to either mother or her child.

Let not the predatory beasts who watch the cattle,
Delude themselves to think that such will not be quick to battle.
They seek to sow discord and then attack in the confusion,
And they’ll find themselves impaled upon the horns of their delusion.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . June 28, 2004

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning, ms feather.

[SAMWolf]

If I didn't know better I'd say you did an excellent job describing a cat. ;-)

[SAMWolf]

I like to keep everyone guessing. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

WOW!!

What a powerful work. The images are surreal like a beast of The Revelations.


You are very talented and a very strong writer.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Kathy! Thanks for the lovely Pansies.

[Soaring Feather]

Today is Monday, June 28, 2004 with 186 to follow.
The moon is waxing.
The morning stars are Venus, Uranus and Neptune.
The evening stars are Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Saturn and Pluto.

[NicknamedBob]

If we appeared as deadly as we like to think we are, we would look like Demons from Hades.

In truth, one of the deadlier weapons available to mankind does not look like a weapon at all -- the human voice, and the ability to communicate thoughts in one form or another to others. (That's why I like to stay in practice!!)

Thank you for the complements.