~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XVI~

November 6, 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 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©

[radu]

We're stranded nonetheless, but at least we're warm and safe, fed and dry.

Stranded but the important part is you're safe, warm, and together.

[radu]

*HUGZ* backatcha!!!

[SAMWolf]

Merry Christmas
Sam and Snippy and the Foxhole Freepers

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Music on Christmas Morning



Music I love--but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine--
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.

Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music KINDLY bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel's voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;

To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.

While listening to that sacred strain,
My raptured spirit soars on high;
I seem to hear those songs again
Resounding through the open sky,
That kindled such divine delight,
In those who watched their flocks by night.

With them I celebrate His birth--
Glory to God, in highest Heaven,
Good-will to men, and peace on earth,
To us a Saviour-king is given;
Our God is come to claim His own,
And Satan's power is overthrown!

A sinless God, for sinful men,
Descends to suffer and to bleed;
Hell MUST renounce its empire then;
The price is paid, the world is freed,
And Satan's self must now confess
That Christ has earned a RIGHT to bless:

Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,
And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:
The captive's galling bonds are riven,
For our Redeemer is our king;
And He that gave his blood for men
Will lead us home to God again.

Anne Bronte

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam, Merry Christmas.

Thank You for all.

[LunaRed]

Extraordinary beautiful poems LunaRed

[Soaring Feather]

Merry Christmas, LunaRed!


Nice to see you on this day.

[international american]

Merry Christmas to all!

[laurenmarlowe]

Merry Christmas!

[Soaring Feather]

Merry Christmas to you IA.

Thank You for stopping round the Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi ms. marlowe! Thank You for the lovely greetings and graphic for the Lair.

[laurenmarlowe]

Have a nice evening Ms. Feather!

The Chieftans ~ Dueling Bagpipes

[snippy_about_it]

(A friend is a person who knows you and still likes you.)

I still like you. ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You so much for the pipes- I love them.

Happy Sunday.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The day after Christmas



Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house,
Every creature was hurting - even the mouse.

The toys were all broken, their batteries dead;
Santa passed out, with some ice on his head.

Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while
Upstairs the family continued to snore.

And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans,
Went into the kitchen and started to clean.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror.

The driver was smiling, so lively and grand;
The patch on his jacket said "U.S. POSTMAN."

With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox
Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox.

Bill after bill, after bill, they still came.
Whistling and shouting he called them by name:

"Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Penny's and Sears
Here's Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's--all here!!

To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall,
Now chargeaway-chargeaway-chargeaway all!"

He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work.
He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road,
Driving much faster with just half a load.

Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer,
"ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT ... YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"

Author Unknown

[LunaRed]

O That Kiss Bill 1963 In your arms I was dancing, turning and swaying; not one word was saying. In your eyes I was gazing, longing and waiting,for what they were stating. The storm and the lighting white hue. In that moment; close you drew me,breathless and shaking,kissing me soft;my heart for the taking. The storm and the lightning were true. In your kiss I was finding, our souls thous uniting, O dizzying fire; I cant see. The Storm and the lightning bright blue. In the last stroke of midnight, lost in your kisses of fairy tell lore. Lights on, Happy New Years,I swooned to the floor. The storm and the lightning were you.