~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©

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Darksheare]

Hmm..
Maybe.
They even SOUND the same.
It's almost frightening.
(Of course.. I also seem to suffer from something similar.. jokingly refer to it as 'permenent youth' appearance.. or maybe the Vampire jokes are right on.)

/ joke

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Grief is a Mouse



Grief is a Mouse --
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House --
And baffles quest --

Grief is a Thief -- quick startled --
Pricks His Ear -- report to hear
Of that Vast Dark --
That swept His Being -- back --

Grief is a Juggler -- boldest at the Play --
Lest if He flinch -- the eye that way
Pounce on His Bruises -- One -- say -- or Three --
Grief is a Gourmand -- spare His luxury --

Best Grief is Tongueless -- before He'll tell --
Burn Him in the Public Square --
His Ashes -- will
Possibly -- if they refuse -- How then know --
Since a Rack couldn't coax a syllable -- now.

Emily Dickinson

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!!

Well, now "Grief is a Mouse" is really a strange poem. Thought provoking surely.

Listening to the tunes and having a coffee. Thanks much Sam.

Weather is sunny for now, pretty morning.

[SAMWolf]

It's beyond my understanding.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my gosh you just landed on #666 and with that poem, an omen or what?? LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Stars

If you attempted to count the stars in a galaxy at a rate
of one every second, it would take around 3,000 years to count them all.

[Soaring Feather]

Poem 1

If I had my druthers
I would be in the arms
of my lover for eternity
In a perfect world of serenity
oh I do believe in serendipity

A beautiful dreamer I seem
to be trying to live in reality
of peanut butter sandwiches,
orange juice, and jelly donuts
long dream filled nights
of night flight........
and lovers delight.....

feather

[NicknamedBob]

Stars


Fortunately, there are faster ways to count.

Stars are being made faster than they can be counted, too.

This ought to have significance somehow.


There are stars enough that each of us can have our very own. Don't put it in your pocket.

You can make your own star. Here is the recipe: gather hydrogen.


If there were no Big Bang, and the "steady state" Universe a true description, (which, no doubt, it could still be.) all that would be needed is a slow accumulation of hydrogen. -- Everything else could be produced from that. Helium, neon, carbon, oxygen, iron, gold, and uranium. -- So where did Life come from?

If gold and aluminum came somehow from hydrogen, Life came somehow from non-life. (Which does NOT mean there wasn't a Creator -- don't start!) The dust of the Earth perhaps. Or that quaint notion about Seawater. I'm currently in favor of space-borne bacteria, which of course begs the question. Where did they come from? But it satisfies the explanation of how Life began on Earth, and it also means Life will be abundant throughout the Universe.

But for now let's just stick to the most currently important questions.
1. Where is my next meal coming from?
2. How do we make fusion engines?
3. How shall we travel to those stars?

[Soaring Feather]

Well, now Bob interesting indeed.

If I brewed a star
using the ingredients
you named and it stated
to glow and glow
where would I go with
my pocket star..
I know you said don't put
it there... in my pocket
but it's my star, I brewed it
I want to keep near
and hear it sing
see it glow.
As for the problem
of how we get to the
stars..... we fly
my Dragonfly and Me.

[NicknamedBob]

As you may be aware, I am interested in the way Science Fiction views the Universe.

Some writers have speculated that as our minds grow more powerful, we may be able to journey through our imaginings. Some folks claim we have the ability now!!

It would be sad indeed to find the Galaxy like the United States, we travel fifty light years and find shopping malls and fast-food restaurants!!!

I am of course doing my part to discover the unknown worlds of the imagination. I'll keep you posted on the results.

[Soaring Feather]

I think you have a very interesting mind Bob. Thank You for sharing your thoughts.

I fly all the time. :-)

[NicknamedBob]

Currently developing a world of dragons. Not dragonflies, (that's been done) but dragons. (That's been done too, but mine are in the role of cattle, raised not for milk, but flammable liquids...)

You must keep in mind that describing such a world, however much fun it may be, and however interesting, is useless without a human interest STORY involved. So I've come up with a new idea -- Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy ... (Heinlein did this also, oh well. He did time travel, too. I'll need to make it just a little bit different, of course.)

Are you aware that robots and dragons get along together about like cats and dogs?

[Soaring Feather]

Sounds like a very interesting concept Bob, hope you will lay down a few lines in the Lair.

Of course, you know Dragonflies are my thing. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

SEAMAN



Between the innocence of infancy and
The recklessness of adultery comes that unique
Specimen of humanity known as a seaman
Seamen can be found in bars, in arguments
In bed, in debt and intoxicated.
They are tall, short, fat, thin, dark, fair but never normal.
They dislike ships food, chief engineers, writing letters
Sailing on Saturdays and dry ships.
They like receiving mail, paying off day, nude pin ups,
Sympathy, complaining and beer.
A seamans secret ambition is to change positions
With the owner for just one trip, to own a brewery
And to be loved by everyone in the world.
A seaman is a Sir Galahad in a Japenese brothel,
A pyschiatrist with Readers Digest on the table,
Don Quixote with a discharge book,
The saviour of mankind with his back teeth awash,
Valentino with a fiver in his back pocket and
Democracy personified in a red Chinese prison cell.
No one is subject to so much abuse, wrongly accused,
So often misunderstood by so many as a seaman.
He has the patience of Job, the honesty of a fool,
And the heaven sent ability to laugh at himself.
When he returns home from a long voyage
No one else but a seaman can create such an atmosphere
Of suspense and longing as he walks through the door
With the magic words on his lips,
HAVE YOU GOT THE ALE IN THEN !!

Anon.

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam!! LOL love today poem!

Nothing like loving a Seaman (Sailor!!)

Listening to the tunes as I type. Thanks for Breakfast in the Lair.

Weather report overcast skies temp 61F, probably will rain. Roofers are our there hammering away.

How's things in Oregon??

[SAMWolf]

Morning Feather. Overcast and cooler. Probab ly no rain out of this, the clouds should burn off shortly.