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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XVI~
November 6, 2004
| bentfeather and Poets of the Lair
Posted on 11/06/2004 8:40:53 PM PST 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©
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TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Humor; Poetry
KEYWORDS: haiku; lyrics; music; originalpoetry
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To: bentfeather
*pounding forehead against monitor*
I should know this, and I can't think of the answer!
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posted on
11/09/2004 2:03:52 PM PST
by
Darksheare
(Personality shattered and horribly twisted, the humor flows out through the cracks.)
To: Darksheare
Oh don't do that!! LOL
It will come to you.
To: bentfeather
No dice.
M'mind ran off with the mice.
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posted on
11/09/2004 2:15:08 PM PST
by
Darksheare
(Personality shattered and horribly twisted, the humor flows out through the cracks.)
To: Darksheare
Okay here you go!
"Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the
universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of
his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments."
ANSWER: John Steinbeck (1902 - 1968), The Grapes of Wrath (1939)
To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; David L Walker straightheart; Darksheare; Darkchylde; ...
Good morning everyone.
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.
Coffee & Donuts
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posted on
11/10/2004 6:16:40 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(emordnilap is palindrome spelled backwards.)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
The Dogs of Sleep
Translated from the Spanish by H. E. Francis
It is night that drives
its dogs to bark,
that to their jaws grants
no repose.
Howls lap the pane
of the window of sleep.
Howls spatter
their poison over my agitation.
And my sleep no longer desires more night,
its banners summon forth the dawn,
blankets adorned with a thousand flowers,
sudden spring, delight
of flint breaking against flint,
exaltation of very old voices.
And what the dogs howl,
the slime on their tongues, their agony,
night will silence,
deadened in my blackest lights.
Emiliano De Lucas
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posted on
11/10/2004 6:17:19 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(emordnilap is palindrome spelled backwards.)
To: SAMWolf
Morning Sam.
I really like this poem "The Dogs of Sleep."
Thanks much for everything. :-)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; Darksheare; Old Sarge; radu; All
Good morning, Lair!
THE BRACELET TO JULIA
Robert Herrick
Julia, this my silken twist?
For what other reason is't,
But to shew thee how in part
Thou my pretty captive art?
But thy bond-slave is my heart;
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis otherwise with me;
I am bound, and fast bound so,
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
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posted on
11/10/2004 7:22:02 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Gloating? Us? Well, okay.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
I cannot leave
I cannot go
my soul is bound
to thee I know
tho miles are great
and mountains high
in the night I do cry
for the comfort of your love
and the heat of your warmth
the charm of you in day
is kept from me and I do sway
from the loneness in my skin
in the night I hear the wild wind
like a ghost on the prowl
there is a hollow all around
when not a word of you is heard
but the dread night sounds
all around and an ache in my soul
that you could take and make it whole
I cannot leave
I cannot go...
bentfeather
11/10/04
To: bentfeather
Feather, that's wonderful work .. good morning to you and thanks for sharing your talent :)
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posted on
11/10/2004 7:43:40 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Gloating? Us? Well, okay.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
I was inspired by the poem you posted. THANK YOU.
To: All
The Old Marine
The old Marine marched in parades on Memorial Day The Fourth of July and Veteran's Day In heat, in rain, in pain, he went, held formation, moved his feet high when the drum did roll, walked like a Marine, talked like a Marine, until... the day he died.
He was proud he served his country well taking shrapnel on one campaign, always living with the pain rarely ever did he complain when on his knees he would crawl...the pain too, much for him to stand tall.
Jaw squared, head high, march the steps carry the rifle, salute the flag every mindful he was a Marine.
In his casket he did lay in full dress that sad day his uniform pressed and sharp this Marine did depart to a far better land he did go in fields of flowers he will stroll, meet his mother, and receive his well done son, you where a Good Marine.
bentfeather 11/10/04
Happy Birthday United States Marines!
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To: bentfeather
To: bentfeather; SAMWolf
A Weeping of Stones
This is where the love went, that sang from youthful eyes,
Into the stone which weeps its tears, when joined by weeping skies.
The stone now shouts its lie out, the pain from metal blade,
Here lies the symbol of a love. Heres where the pain has stayed.
The sculptor had an artful eye, and caught the loving glance.
He froze it with a chilling spell, and sundered loves last chance.
Though art could capture what he saw, his heart was dead to sight,
In carving out a lovers stare, he closed off lovings light.
The girl has gone now, her reward, unknown to all of us,
How sad that this reminder then, becomes a warning thus,
Look out upon the world and see the wonder that is there,
But do not close your eye to love, and do not lose your share.
The sculptor died alone, they said, a sad and lonely man,
Who could have found fond happiness, as any of us can.
His fame did not provide for him the pleasures that hed planned.
But I have seen a face like hers on children of this land.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . November 10, 2004
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posted on
11/10/2004 8:09:03 PM PST
by
NicknamedBob
(My first book is out! -- You may need gloves... AuthorHouse.Com/BookStore, look for Hawthorne.)
To: NicknamedBob
Oh my, Bob, this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
To: bentfeather; Darkchylde
Thanks, Miss Feather,
It's Darkchylde's fault.
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posted on
11/10/2004 8:40:48 PM PST
by
NicknamedBob
(My first book is out! -- You may need gloves... AuthorHouse.Com/BookStore, look for Hawthorne.)
To: NicknamedBob
Oh, Darkchylde's fault?? How's that?? Well, it was a wonderful inspiration whatever it was. :-)
To: NicknamedBob; bentfeather
I didn't do anything. I was simply mumbling to
a garden fixture when a voice responded to me.
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posted on
11/10/2004 8:45:06 PM PST
by
Darkchylde
(Resistentialism - seemingly spiteful behavior manifested by inanimate objects)
To: Darkchylde
Bob heard you mumble?? LOL I know you're listening to those gnomes again aren't you??
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