~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©

[SAMWolf]

'Twas such a little -- little boat



'Twas such a little -- little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea
That beckoned it away!

'Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast --
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!

Emily Dickinson

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Lovely poem this morning. Thank You.


Have a great day.

[SAMWolf]

Morning Feather.

Cold and foggy here this morning.

[Soaring Feather]

Day started out wet here. It's now clearing, sun is breaking through a large blue sky. Temp is 48F.
:-)

Grey skies are gonna clear up
put on a happy face.

[snippy_about_it]

free goodies.

Free goodies, that's no way to be a capitalist! Well, maybe some cookies...

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning feather.

[snippy_about_it]

Cute poem. Mornin' Sam.

[Soaring Feather]

My eyes watch a floating moon
while the lake is winking at my bones
like a soft lover

bentfeather
11/28/04

[SAMWolf]

:-) Nice.

[MS.BEHAVIN]

Lovely, Ms Feather
Ms.B

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

When Death Comes



When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Mary Oliver

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam. Food for thought this morning in today's poem.

Thanks for opening the Lair doors.

[Soaring Feather]

~He Reins~

[Soaring Feather]

Unhappy fool... you are weeping
your echo lives in happiness
it's the heart force to life
unlike the tears a thespian sheds
my love is destiny.

bentfeather
11/29/04

[Colonel_Flagg]

Hi, Feather .. once again you hit me where I live. :)

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening and thank you Colonel.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Moonlight Stream



In the forest there is a stream,
Of cool clear waters that give off a gleam.

The moonlight shimmered that summer night,
As I tip-toed through the forest excited and up tight.

And then suddenly in the blink of an eye,
A dark figure was looming in the moon streaked sky.

It howled and chanted a mysterious tune,
As it hung in mid air, staring up at the moon.

The once beautiful waters of the calm peaceful brook, Were now stirred and distracted lik in a queer book.

It seemed so real, but different in a way,
I had to leave but longed to stay.

And now I ran home from that weird little stream,
Wondering if it had only been a strange dream.

But when I awoke in the morning I had a picture in my mind,
Of the beautiful place I had left behind.

And now when I go to sleep every night,
This mystical place pops back into sight.

Laura Mozzer

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam. Thanks for opening the Lair.