~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIV~

July 23, 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©

[SAMWolf]

That trophy and medal sure look good

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks Sam. Just crowing a bit here. :)

[SAMWolf]

You deserve to crow a bit. :-)

[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

[snippy_about_it]

Congratulations again. I remember that day.
We're still expecting an autograph copy of your book when it comes out. ;-)

[snippy_about_it]

LOL.

"I am John Kerry"

His supporters call his flip flopping "nuances". Geez!

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.
I have to be away today, so will see you when I get home.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

A Day Closer



Soft clouds of white go passing by me
floating across the sky slowly
watching them lifts me upward to a higher place
where I can dream of my love for you.

The sun beats downward
throwing its golden hues across my path
putting a warmth inside my soul
Making the love I feel for you forever present in my mind

The nighttime brings the twinkling stars
creating a tapestry of lights shining across the night sky
The love I feel ever present as I lay my head down
and wait for another day to bring me closer to you.

C Mahon

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Lovely day today no rain, although a bit overcast.

Listening to Georgia, no one can sing it like Ray Charles.

Lovely poem this morning. Very elating indeed.
Thanks for everything Sam.

Going to be with Finns today.

[snippy_about_it]

See you later.

[snippy_about_it]

The love I feel ever present as I lay my head down and wait for another day to bring me closer to you.

Sweet. Thank you Sam and thanks for the music today too. Good tunes.

[NicknamedBob]

Another rainbow poem, soon I'll have one for every day of the week. Hmm, maybe this one will do...


For You

When the noonday sun melts shadows to a puddle at your feet,
Even raindrops in the air won’t put a rainbow on your street.
For rainbows are like breezes, springing up at end of day,
Or sometimes morning rain turns up in colorful array.

But at zenith sunshine burns, but does not bend too well,
And only slanting sunlight can be taught to cast this spell.
If you must have a rainbow, out in the noonday sun,
Go out and hose the garden down, and have a little fun.

You will be circled round about, your rainbow at your feet,
And you can see the circle closed, the bows are made to meet.
And thus the gold you hope to find is central to the bow,
The rainbow is for you, you see, the audience for its show.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . August 15, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Hello Bob. Such a lovely poem, it sings so well. Thank You so much.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Monday morning, everyone.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[SAMWolf]

Seek Not My Heart



Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

Kit McCallum

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning, Lair! A rather lengthy offering today but what the heck .. it's Monday. :)

The Last Ride Together
Robert Browning

I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be---
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take back the hope you gave,---I claim
---Only a memory of the same,
---And this beside, if you will not blame,
Your leave for one more last ride with me.

My mistress bent that brow of hers;
Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs
When pity would be softening through,
Fixed me, a breathing-while or two,
With life or death in the balance: right!
The blood replenished me again;
My last thought was at least not vain:
I and my mistress, side by side
Shall be together, breathe and ride,
So, one day more am I deified.
Who knows but the world may end tonight?

Hush! if you saw some western cloud
All billowy-bosomed, over-bowed
By many benedictions---sun's
And moon's and evening-star's at once---
And so, you, looking and loving best,
Conscious grew, your passion drew
Cloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine too,
Down on you, near and yet more near,
Till flesh must fade for heaven was here!---
Thus leant she and lingered---joy and fear!
Thus lay she a moment on my breast.

Then we began to ride. My soul
Smoothed itself out, a long-cramped scroll
Freshening and fluttering in the wind.
Past hopes already lay behind.
What need to strive with a life awry?
Had I said that, had I done this,
So might I gain, so might I miss.
Might she have loved me? just as well
She might have hated, who can tell!
Where had I been now if the worst befell?
And here we are riding, she and I.

Fail I alone, in words and deeds?
Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
We rode; it seemed my spirit flew,
Saw other regions, cities new,
As the world rushed by on either side.
I thought,---All labour, yet no less
Bear up beneath their unsuccess.
Look at the end of work, contrast
The petty done, the undone vast,
This present of theirs with the hopeful past!
I hoped she would love me; here we ride.

What hand and brain went ever paired?
What heart alike conceived and dared?
What act proved all its thought had been?
What will but felt the fleshly screen?
We ride and I see her bosom heave.
There's many a crown for who can reach,
Ten lines, a statesman's life in each!
The flag stuck on a heap of bones,
A soldier's doing! what atones?
They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.
My riding is better, by their leave.

What does it all mean, poet? Well,
Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell
What we felt only; you expressed
You hold things beautiful the best,
And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.
'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then,
Have you yourself what's best for men?
Are you---poor, sick, old ere your time---
Nearer one whit your own sublime
Than we who never have turned a rhyme?
Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride.

And you, great sculptor---so, you gave
A score of years to Art, her slave,
And that's your Venus, whence we turn
To yonder girl that fords the burn!
You acquiesce, and shall I repine?
What, man of music, you grown grey
With notes and nothing else to say,
Is this your sole praise from a friend,
``Greatly his opera's strains intend,
``Put in music we know how fashions end!''
I gave my youth; but we ride, in fine.

Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate
Proposed bliss here should sublimate
My being---had I signed the bond---
Still one must lead some life beyond,
Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried.
This foot once planted on the goal,
This glory-garland round my soul,
Could I descry such? Try and test!
I sink back shuddering from the quest.
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.

And yet---she has not spoke so long!
What if heaven be that, fair and strong
At life's best, with our eyes upturned
Whither life's flower is first discerned,
We, fixed so, ever should so abide?
What if we still ride on, we two
With life for ever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree,
The instant made eternity,---
And heaven just prove that I and she
Ride, ride together, for ever ride?

[Colonel_Flagg]

Wow, Sam .. that's a fine selection. Hope you are doing well today.

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam.

"Seek Not My Heart" sweet, sad poem today, wonderful graphic.

Aww Willie Nelson!! Love his music!

Thanks for Breakfast, tunes, and poetry everyday.