~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©

[StarCMC]

 

In The Bleak Midwinter
(click the pic for music)

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

 

[NicknamedBob]

Ice

Water is a friend to us, a laughing, playful sprite,
Greeting us each morning, weeping in the night,
Sparkling in its banter, elusive in its zest.
Happy are the children who can understand it best.

Water is within us, and we a part of it,
We carry our own ocean or at least a little bit.
The red tide that has colored it betokes the blood we share,
More than all the breath we blow means we are partly air.

Our water is a food to us, and carries woes away,
And clouds become our cover tucking in at end of day.
A fever can bring fire to the balance that we seek,
And ever helpful water is a nurse when we are weak.

Yet even water can oppose us and bring its wrath to bear,
And crash upon our hovels when it teams up with the air.
Sometimes a sea of water overcomes us as a flood,
And we are left to wonder why an ocean needs our blood.

There comes a time when best of friends must pass,
Our friend the water turns into a stone of glass,
And frozen clouds and turbulence made into solid form,
And all the softness goes out from the thing that had been warm.

Yes, water dies and brings its own fresh flowers to the wake,
A petaled tear which gently falls as a snowflake,
Yet water has one lesson still to teach us and to warn,
That we will have a cycle too, and we will be reborn.

That we will pound ourselves against the rocks upon the shore,
Eroding folly and excesses in our never-ending war.
A fight against all prejudice and hatred til we sleep,
And joined with other mourners is the water that they weep.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . December 6, 2004

[MoJo2001]

Good morning Queenie!
*HUGS*

[StarCMC]

Good morning NNBob!! Very nice!! :o)

[NicknamedBob]

Thanks!

Cool title, hunh? (Not very creative, though...)

[StarCMC]

I like it very much! :o)

Thanks for sharing with me!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!!
My goodness there has been a bee hive of activity here while the hostess sleeps.
Thank You all for opening the Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks so much Bob, fine work.

[Soaring Feather]

*HUGS* Little Diva!!

[Soaring Feather]

My dear Star, thank you so much for the beautiful presentation today. Lovely music in the Lair.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Silent Battle



(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.)

He was a soldier in that fight
Where there is neither flag nor drum,
And without sound of musketry
The stealthy foemen come.

Year in, year out, by day and night
They forced him to a slow retreat,
And for his gallant fight alone
No fife was blown, and no drum beat.

In winter fog, in gathering mist
The gray grim battle had its end—
And at the very last we knew
His enemy had turned his friend.

Sara Teasdale

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam. Good Sara today, I love her work.

Snowing as I type! Ugh.

Listening to the tunes-have not heard Band of Gold for a while.

Hope all is well with the business.

Thanks for all Sam.

[SAMWolf]

Hope all is well with the business.

We spent all day yesterday at the store opening boxes and setting up temporary displays. Are we pooped today! The bank is sending someone over this morning to set up the Credit Card equipment and to give aus a crash course in how to use it. One more step closer to opening.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Lauren!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh good to news to hear!! You two are knocking yourselves out, but I know it takes that to be an entrepreneur.

[Soaring Feather]

Dark, found just the ticket for you! LOL

http://www.freakydreams.com/freaky.htm

[laurenmarlowe]

Good morning Ms. Feather! I hope you have a wonderful day.

[Soaring Feather]

crowed=crowded sheesh bf proof reading is not your forte. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

~Thelma Huston~Don't Leave Me This Way~