~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIII~

June 13, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of The Lair

[Darksheare]

But dearest sis, you "don't count" as an adventure, but an accepted hazard of the job.
EXCEPT when you're having rock brained lunks run in circles looking for me while I stand and watch them look for me, or when you're having me *ahem* 'dispose' of annoyances..

[StarCMC]

oooh! Scary!! You two are related! LOL!! Nice to "meet" you - are you as warped (in a good way) as your brother??

[snippy_about_it]

Good afternoon to everyone at the Lair. It's warm and a tad humid here in Oregon, just finished grocery shopping and now it's time for a break. ;-)

[snippy_about_it]

The Original Star Trek series was good. Didn't care for any of the Spin offs. My wife loved the Voyager series.

Like minds. I only liked the original.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh yuk. it's wet overcast and dreary here. Don't you just hate grocery shopping, I do.

[SAMWolf]

Ode To Spot is a poem that Leiutenant Commander Data wrote and recited in the episode "Schisms."

Ode to Spot

Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.


Data, "Schisms"

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good afternoon, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

LoL Now that is a good cat poem.

I tried to get into the Data and that bunch, but they never held the magic of the cast of Star Trek.

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon Kathy, thank you for the lovely Pansies.

[SAMWolf]

I tried to get into the Data and that bunch, but they never held the magic of the cast of Star Trek.

Yep, the only good part about the later series was the technology for doing makeup and special effects.

[snippy_about_it]

Don't you just hate grocery shopping, I do.

LOL. It's different out here with Sam. Shopping goes by lickity-split, especially if you have a list. Sam just grabs the items and before you know it you're in line ready to check out! No chance for shelf shopping, just git and go!

I tease him about it but I really do spend less that way and he's so much fun I can't complain.

[Darkchylde]

Well, I'm more "normal" than he is...
Does that count?

[StarCMC]

Hmmmm..... I'm thinking that's not saying much! LOL!! Seriously - he cracks me up! Glad to have met you!

[Soaring Feather]

Converging lights
a scene crossed a canvas
white breath turned
to steel
on red lips

bentfeather

[StarCMC]

I know people like that! ;o)

BTW - Josh Groban is on Jay Leno tonight!

[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 morning everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

We're The Riders



It's a thankless life we lead
‘cause nobody knows our names.
We are silhouettes on the hills
and shadows on the plains.

What we carry runs the nation
and we execute our duty well.
We're the Pony Express riders,
the boys that carry the mail.

We've been shot at and ambushed,
chased down and almost kilt,
soaked through and frozed,
survived heat that made us wilt.

The food is a little scarce
and the pay is hardly scale.
We're the Pony Express riders,
the boys that carry the mail.

We're all excellent horsemen
and the mustang is our ride . . .
the wilder and faster the better
to get the job done in stride.

An oath we all took in earnest
and made a promise not to fail.
We're the Pony Express riders,
the boys that carry the mail.

You could say that we are brave
and we have all been scared,
but mostly we're just too young
to know what should be feared.

Racing time and the telegraph
out here on the lonely trail . . .
we're the Pony Express riders,
the boys that carry the mail.

Dave Rhodes

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.


We're The Riders
Dave Rhodes


Good poem, guess I never thought about Pony Express Riders like this. They did have a rough life.

Tried to play the tunes, all code. :-( Thank You for Breakfast.