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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XV~
September 8, 2004 | bentfeather and Poets of the Lair

Posted on 09/08/2004 1:30:50 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 me...

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©




TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; haiku; humor; lyrics; music; originalpoetry; poets; romance
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To: SAMWolf

Good morning, Sam!

Here you are opening the Lair this morning. Thanks so much.

Hope the store is nearing hand over time.

Wonderful poem this morning. In my neck of the woods the leaves are gone from the trees now. Looks pretty much like the photo. :-)


981 posted on 11/05/2004 6:40:04 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: snippy_about_it

Morning snippy!


Backyard birding is nearing reality for you and Sam.

So happy for you. I know it has been a labor of love to bring this dream into reality.


Good luck to good friends.


982 posted on 11/05/2004 6:43:58 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: bentfeather

Good idea about more threads, less posts. I think it will work out better.


983 posted on 11/05/2004 7:06:28 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: SAMWolf

I like this poem. Good morning Sam.


984 posted on 11/05/2004 7:08:26 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: snippy_about_it

Yupper it's the answer. I don't know how Sam finds us. We are gone in my sidebar listing.


985 posted on 11/05/2004 7:08:39 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: bentfeather
Good luck to good friends.

Awwww. Thank you so much. It is indeed a labor of love and I believe we will make it work. Today the sign goes up. We'll ping you to pictures hopefully later today.

986 posted on 11/05/2004 7:10:52 AM PST by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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To: bentfeather

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987 posted on 11/05/2004 9:51:30 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; David L Walker straightheart; Darkchylde; Darksheare

Good morning everyone.

988 posted on 11/06/2004 6:05:01 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics
Bee

Monday Crying Juke

Coffee & Donuts

989 posted on 11/06/2004 6:11:48 AM PST by SAMWolf (Whapped upside the head with a lime . . . another drive-by fruiting.)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
The Wants of Man



"Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."
'Tis not with me exactly so;
But 'tis so in the song.
My wants are many and, if told,
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.

What first I want is daily bread --
And canvas-backs, -- and wine --
And all the realms of nature spread
Before me, when I dine.
Four courses scarcely can provide
My appetite to quell;
With four choice cooks from france beside,
To dress my dinner well.

What next I want, at princely cost,
Is elegant attire :
Black sable furs for winter's frost,
And silks for summer's fire,
And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace
My bosom's front to deck, --
And diamond rings my hands to grace,
And rubies for my neck.

I want (who does not want?) a wife, --
Affectionate and fair;
To solace all the woes of life,
And all its joys to share.
Of temper sweet, of yielding will,
Of firm, yet placid mind, --
With all my faults to love me still
With sentiment refined.

And as Time's car incessant runs,
And Fortune fills my store,
I want of daughters and of sons
From eight to half a score.
I want (alas! can mortal dare
Such bliss on earth to crave?)
That all the girls be chaste and fair, --
The boys all wise and brave.

I want a warm and faithful friend,
To cheer the adverse hour,
Who ne'er to flatter will descend,
Nor bend the knee to power, --
A friend to chide me when I'm wrong,
My inmost soul to see;
And that my friendship prove as strong
For him as his for me.

I want the seals of power and place,
The ensigns of command;
Charged by the People's unbought grace
To rule my native land.
Nor crown nor sceptre would I ask
But from my country's will,
By day, by night, to ply the task
Her cup of bliss to fill.

I want the voice of honest praise
To follow me behind,
And to be thought in future days
The friend of human-kind,
That after ages, as they rise,
Exulting may proclaim
In choral union to the skies
Their blessings on my name.

These are the Wants of mortal Man, --
I cannot want them long,
For life itself is but a span,
And earthly bliss -- a song.
My last great Want -- absorbing all --
Is, when beneath the sod,
And summoned to my final call,
The Mercy of my God.

John Quincy Adams

990 posted on 11/06/2004 6:12:21 AM PST by SAMWolf (Whapped upside the head with a lime . . . another drive-by fruiting.)
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To: SAMWolf

Good morning, Sam.


The Wants of Man
John Quincy Adams


Good poem choice for today. Thank you for tunes, coffee, poetry, and donuts.

Have a great day.


991 posted on 11/06/2004 6:29:41 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: SAMWolf; bentfeather; Conspiracy Guy; Laura Earl
Great find, Sam!

John Quincy Adams -- whoulda thunkit?

These lines...
Of temper sweet, of yielding will,
Of firm, yet placid mind, --
With all my faults to love me still
With sentiment refined.

...reminded me of our own beloved Conspiracy Guy and Laura Earl. I think he would agree.
992 posted on 11/06/2004 8:43:24 AM PST by NicknamedBob (My first book is out! -- You may need gloves... AuthorHouse.Com/BookStore, look for Hawthorne.)
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To: NicknamedBob
John Quincy Adams -- whoulda thunkit?

My thoughts as well, Bob. Nice to see you today. :-)

993 posted on 11/06/2004 10:17:50 AM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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994 posted on 11/06/2004 8:49:31 PM PST by Soaring Feather (~Poetry is my forte.~)
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To: NicknamedBob; SAMWolf; Laura Earl

That is an excellent observation!


995 posted on 11/09/2004 6:37:33 AM PST by Conspiracy Guy (Ignorance, bigotry, envy, and gluttony are a few floor joists in the democratic platform.)
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To: Conspiracy Guy; NicknamedBob; SAMWolf

Agreed!!


996 posted on 11/09/2004 6:39:45 AM PST by Laura Earl (1/2way290)
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To: NicknamedBob

I had to double check to make sure it was the "same" john Quincy Adams. Surprised me to find out he wrote poetry.


997 posted on 11/09/2004 6:42:11 AM PST by SAMWolf (Failure is not an option! It comes bundled with the software.)
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To: Laura Earl; Conspiracy Guy
A belated but joyous birthday greeting to you!

I hope you enjoyed it, and didn't spend the whole day waiting for your birthday cakes to materialize on the computer screen.

Halfway to ninety, eh? Well, the way I see it, in another thirty years, you'll be middle-aged! I hope!!
998 posted on 11/09/2004 7:46:04 AM PST by NicknamedBob (My first book is out! -- You may need gloves... AuthorHouse.Com/BookStore, look for Hawthorne.)
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To: NicknamedBob; Laura Earl

Half way to ninety and built like twenty.


999 posted on 11/09/2004 7:49:21 AM PST by Conspiracy Guy (America Wins! Kerry and the loony left suffer bitter defeat. God Bless America.)
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To: NicknamedBob

Thanks NNB...didn't even look at the 'puter screen til late afternoon, and I had consumed a large quantity of adult beverages by then, so everything was out of focus.


1,000 posted on 11/09/2004 7:52:53 AM PST by Laura Earl (1/2way290)
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