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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIII~
June 13, 2004
| bentfeather and Poets of The Lair
Posted on 06/13/2004 8:15:45 PM PDT by 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©
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KEYWORDS: haiku; poetry
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81
posted on
06/15/2004 7:44:47 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(I'm not rude, I'm "attitudinally challenged".)
To: NicknamedBob
Bob, your Dawn Rainbow poem would be so pretty in a frame. I would love to do that, but would not without your permission.
82
posted on
06/15/2004 7:45:08 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Hold Fast To Dreams
Hold fast your dreams,
they shelter you through lonely nights,
gently they become the pillow,
that puts destination in your sights.
Hold tight the memories,
the heart ach that burns,
for the one who wins,
is the one who remembers and learns.
Nurture the moments,
handle with care,
for destiny states,
for each heart there`s a pair.
Cast off the anger,
and its deep rooted seed,
remember t'was anger,
that caused your heart to bleed,
Snuggle each memory,
a warm blanket held tight,
bringing you vision,
guidance, sunlight.
Push away despair, nurture the hope,
so impossible it seems,
but the only way out,
is to hold fast to dreams.
The Unknown Poet
Johnmiserable failureKerry
83
posted on
06/15/2004 7:45:12 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(I'm not rude, I'm "attitudinally challenged".)
To: SAMWolf
Good morning Sam. You find the best poems!! Thanks so much. Wonderful Dream Catcher graphic.
Listening to the tunes now. The Heat Is On-good tune.
How you doing today Sam? Thanks for everything.
84
posted on
06/15/2004 7:52:06 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
Good morning, ms feather.
85
posted on
06/15/2004 7:52:25 AM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protects Her)
To: bentfeather
Doing fine today, but it's still early. :-)
How you today?
86
posted on
06/15/2004 7:54:54 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(I'm not rude, I'm "attitudinally challenged".)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Good morning Kathy in Alaska!
Thank You!
87
posted on
06/15/2004 7:55:34 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: SAMWolf
Oh I am good Sam. Nice today outside. Sun is shining, but they are talking rain later on.
88
posted on
06/15/2004 7:59:54 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
"...the rainbow to get dressed in haste, in colors not its own..."
I like the way that worked out, too.
Be my guest to put it in a frame. In truth, it was the golden color of your post 72 that triggered the memory.
I've been flattered that some asked me to let them print a poem out to adorn their walls, not that I could prevent them if they wanted to. Of course I said yes.
My publisher should be receiving, and implementing, my most recent instructions about the cover and corrections this week. Then they will make available to me a version which implements the corrections. As soon as I sign off on that, they can make it available to the public.
The best pricing, and the most rewarding to me, is to order directly from the publisher. The book will be hardback, 6 x 9 inches, about 275 pages, and with a dust-jacket.
The publisher is supposed to make available to me a web-site, or link, that lets people get information about the book and the author. Presumably, they will also be able to order the book that way. I am very pleased and excited.
89
posted on
06/15/2004 8:10:07 AM PDT
by
NicknamedBob
(You don't find happiness, you WILL it -- just as you will an open hand, instead of a clenched fist.)
To: bentfeather
We're getting sun for the first time in a few days.
90
posted on
06/15/2004 8:15:27 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(I'm not rude, I'm "attitudinally challenged".)
To: NicknamedBob; bentfeather
91
posted on
06/15/2004 8:16:38 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(I'm not rude, I'm "attitudinally challenged".)
To: NicknamedBob
Thank You Bob for allowing me to frame your work. It's a pleasure to work with a fine poet as you.
Congratulations on the nearing of publication of your book. I am excited for you. This is a big deal!!
92
posted on
06/15/2004 8:21:56 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: SAMWolf
Oh beautiful Sam. Thanks so much.
93
posted on
06/15/2004 8:22:59 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: NicknamedBob; All
Dawn Rainbow
A rainbow only bounces back to you the color in the light. You get something quite special when the circumstance is right. An early morning shower when the sun had hardly shown, Caused the rainbow to get dressed in haste, in colors not its own.
Full golden was the rainbow, with neon at the edge, As the sun was rising sleepily from beyond its earthen ledge. I had never seen a rainbow that was monochrome like that, But I remember vividly just where I was and where it sat.
There was no gold to find down on the ground beneath the bow, For all of it was utilized in putting forth the glow. No doubt you think Im daft to even say I saw the sight, For no one else has ever seen a rainbow in dawns light.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . June 14, 2004
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94
posted on
06/15/2004 8:55:34 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: All
Today is Tuesday, June 15, 2004.
The moon is waning.
The morning stars are Neptune, Uranus, Mercury and Venus.
The evening stars are Pluto, Jupiter, Mars and Saturn.
95
posted on
06/15/2004 9:35:08 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
Got buzzed by a woodthrush yesterday.
:-(
96
posted on
06/15/2004 10:02:48 AM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Warning! File Mind.DB corrupted! Repaired with backup mind file dated 02/27/99.)
To: Darksheare
Oh is that good or bad Darksheare? Isn't that a wood's bird?? Did you get hurt??
97
posted on
06/15/2004 11:33:03 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
To: bentfeather
I was backed into the treeline with my car out in the middle of nowhere so that I could be alone to draw.
The bird buzzed by and then twittered at me for a few seconds before heading off to parts unknown.
Could be either depending on point of view.
98
posted on
06/15/2004 12:52:15 PM PDT
by
Darksheare
(Warning! File Mind.DB corrupted! Repaired with backup mind file dated 02/27/99.)
To: Darksheare; bentfeather; SAMWolf; Old Sarge
Arthur Christopher Benson (1862-1925)
Land of Hope and Glory
(1) 1902 Version: VI. Land of Hope and Glory. Finale (Contralto Solo and Tutti)
1 Land of hope and glory, Mother of the free,
2 How may we extol thee, who are born of thee?
3 Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem,
4 Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem.
5 Tho' thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest,
6 As the star that trembles o'er the liquid West.
7 Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate,
8 Though hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate.
9 Land of hope and glory, Fortress of the free,
10 How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee?
11 Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply;
12 Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high!
13 Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing;
14 Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King!
99
posted on
06/15/2004 3:55:24 PM PDT
by
StarCMC
(Please pray for the 2/7 Marines and Josh.)
To: StarCMC
Thank You Star for posting this poem. We are indeed the Land of Hope and Glory. My Grandmother came to America in 1899 from Finland. She was a gorgeous red head, Finn-Swede. She was born in 1864 and went home to Glory in 1970, 94 years old. She never gave up her mother land, nor the tongue. Her life here was tough, but a lot better in the long run. She had four children in Canada, (my mom one of them), and three in the USA. Her youngest child served in the United States Marines. He died last April.
100
posted on
06/15/2004 6:44:37 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(~The Dragon Flies' Lair~ Poetry and Prose~)
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