~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©

[Darkchylde]

I would indeed be truly blessed
if in my hand your heart should rest.
If I could capture the stars from the skies
to remind me of the twinkle in your eyes,
once again blessed I would be,
but your beautiful eyes are lost to me.
You are no longer by my side
& the beat of your heart has faded, died.
So I wish I could in Paradise be,
alone we two, just you & me.

[Soaring Feather]

So beautiful.

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Lovely poem. Thanks CG.

[Soaring Feather]

Better in the morning and get it over with. ;-)

Sheeeeesh Sam, all heart ain't ya? :-)

[Conspiracy Guy]

My better half Laura Earl had a male Maine Coon KC. He was over 17 years old and was fading fast. We took him to the Vet who recommended we put him down. We both agreed and since Laura couldn't bear it, I stayed with him til he left this world. I wrote this Laura Earl and me.

A Dear Pet’s Farewell

Shed no tears for me my friend,
You made my life good.
You treated me lovingly,
As all good friends should.
You sheltered me and fed me,
For all of those years.
Please think about the good times,
And then dry those tears.
I know how you’re missing me,
But my time was due.
I’m happy and I like it here,
And I think of you.
Playing keeps me busy now,
So I need to run.
We’ll meet on the Rainbow Bridge,
Then play in the Sun.

Conspiracy Guy 7/2/2004
aka DIF © 2003 or 2004

[Darkchylde]

Just popped into my head.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful poem. Thanks so much for posting it.

[Soaring Feather]

I love it when that happens.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I can post it but I can't read it.

[Darkchylde]

I was glancing over something you posted, which
I had glanced over multiple times since you posted
it & I suddenly had to quickly find paper.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, I know made me cry. I had a cat that was 17 years old. He was so sick the only kind thing I could do for him was lay him down. The Vet came to my house and he died here in his home. I buried him that afternoon between the day lilies and the chives. It was in October.

It was hard to do.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, thank you, an inspiration from something I wrote. What was it Darkchylde?

[Darkchylde]

Post #561, it starts off "I would indeed be blessed...".
I came up with my first two lines looking at that one.

[Soaring Feather]

WOW thanks. Like I mentioned earlier I love when that happens.

My lines came from the poem Colonel Flagg posted.

We both were inspired by another's work. :-)

[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

[Conspiracy Guy]

It is never easy. I was not close to KC but I could feel Laura's loss as if it were mine.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Good morning to the Lair! I hope this finds everyone hale and hearty today!

Charles Augustus Fortescue
Hilaire Belloc

The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or tore
His stockings or his pinafore:
In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,
He was extremely fond of sums,

To which, however, he preferred
The Parsing of a Latin Word--
He sought, when it was within his power,
For information twice an hour,

And as for finding Mutton-Fat
Unappatising, far from that!
He often, at his Father's Board,
Would beg them, of his own accord,

To give him, if they did not mind,
The Greasiest Morsels they could find--
His Later Years did not belie
The Promise of his Infancy.
In Public Life he always tried
To take a judgement Broad and Wide;

In Private, none was more than he
Renowned for quiet courtesy.
He rose at once in his Career,
And long before his Fortieth Year

Had wedded Fifi, Only Child
Of Bunyan, First Lord Aberfylde.
He thus became immensely Rich,
And built the Splendid Mansion which

Is called The Cedars, Muswell Hill,
Where he resides in affluence still,
To show what everybody might
Become by SIMPLY DOING RIGHT.

[Colonel_Flagg]

We both were inspired by another's work. :-)

As was I. No way am I that good :)

[Colonel_Flagg]

Thanks for that post, CG. Very pretty and I'm sure we've all felt the emotions that go with losing a faithful friend.