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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIV~
July 23, 2004
| bentfeather and Poets of the Lair
Posted on 07/23/2004 4:39:59 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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TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Miscellaneous; Music/Entertainment; Poetry; Society
KEYWORDS: lyrics; poetry; prose
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To: SAMWolf
Morning Sam,
O Captain! My Captain! Classic. Thanks Sam.
To: snippy_about_it
Morning snippy,
Thanks much for the addtitional history on O Captain! My Captain!
Trust you are having a great morning.
To: Conspiracy Guy
To: All
Comic Robin Williams said, "You're best when you're
not in charge. The ego locks the muse."
To: radu; bentfeather; All

Phil Collins
~Hold On My Heart~
To: bentfeather
It's another hot week so we're taking it slow and easy.
486
posted on
08/11/2004 10:35:51 AM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: bentfeather
Thanks. Glad I could drop in.
487
posted on
08/11/2004 10:48:23 AM PDT
by
Conspiracy Guy
(Conspiracy Guy, Secretary of Humor and Tomfoolery)
To: snippy_about_it
Hi snippy,
Well for once we have sun today and it's quite hot out. More like August in NY. Really lovely, nice breeze in the air. I was in the back yard for a bit this afternoon, just sitting and looking around for the muse to visit me.
Alas she stopped by to land on my shoulder and flitted away like the tease she is. :-)
I am thinking maybe this coming winter snippy will be writing again. :-)
To: Conspiracy Guy
You're always welcome here CG.
To: bentfeather
490
posted on
08/11/2004 12:16:11 PM PDT
by
Conspiracy Guy
(Conspiracy Guy, Secretary of Humor and Tomfoolery)
To: All

~Rod Stewart~Have I Told You Lately~
To: bentfeather
It's August in Oregon too. Looking forward to the cooler weather Oregon is known for.
I think you're right, perhaps this winter my muse will sit and stay a spell. ;-)
492
posted on
08/11/2004 1:52:34 PM PDT
by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
Our friendship will stand the test
through life's rocky roads
broken hearts and shattered souls.
No one said love is smooth
we believed it was cause we wanted to
but, for loving souls
like diamonds rare
we join together in this place
of sweet repose
and offer solace to our souls.
Without you being here for me
the golden years would but be
tinkling brass
and loneliness
without succor without rest
bentfeather
To: All
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
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; Darkchylde; Darksheare; radu; All

Good morning everyone.
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
496
posted on
08/12/2004 6:45:52 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(When their numbers dwindled from 50 to 8, the dwarfs began to suspect "Hungry")
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Meatloaf

My mother made a meatloaf
but I think she made it wrong.
It could be that she cooked it
just a little bit too long.
She pulled it from the oven;
and we all began to choke.
The meatloaf was on fire
and the kitchen filled with smoke.
The smoke detectors squealed
at all the flaming meatloaf haze.
My father used his drink
to try extinguishing the blaze.
Mom shrieked and dropped the meatloaf;
it exploded with a boom,
and splattered blackened globs on
every surface in the room.
The dog passed out. The kitten hid.
My brother screamed and fled.
The baby ate a piece of meatloaf
sticking to her head.
My father started yelling
and my sister went berserk.
But I kept cool and said, "at least
our smoke detectors work."
Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt
Johnmiserable failureKerry
497
posted on
08/12/2004 6:46:19 AM PDT
by
SAMWolf
(When their numbers dwindled from 50 to 8, the dwarfs began to suspect "Hungry")
To: SAMWolf
498
posted on
08/12/2004 6:55:03 AM PDT
by
Darksheare
(I'll bayonet your snowmen and beat you down with a chinese yo-yo!!)
To: SAMWolf
LOL!!
Good morning Sam!!
Meatloaf
OMG that is hilarious! And the graphic- too, funny.
Listening to Lost in Your Eyes, good tune.
Thanks for Breaksfast, tunes and poetry.
Have a great day me friend. Cloudy here and looks very much like another day of rain. You still hot in Oregon?
To: Darksheare
Perfect poem for you Darks. I thought of you immediately. LOL
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