~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©

[Kathy in Alaska]

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Star, for the most beautiful presentation of the Little Drummer Boy. It's perfect for the Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

WOO HOO radu!! Good to see you and thanks much.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, Kathy, for the lovely bouquet of flowers for the Lairs celebration.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You snippy, it so exciting and it will be so easy for new poets to find us.

A lovely Christmas present.

[Old Sarge]

Double-rations for today, Madam!

[SAMWolf]

The Dragon Flies' Lair is now listed on the front page of Free Republic!

Congratulations! I was wondering if they'd ever get around to it. ;-)

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

SHOPPING POEM



the day after turkey we flock to the malls
and buy lots of stuff and succomb to the calls
of “on sale, on sale, on sale some more!”
at five in the morning we stand at the door.
we stand in the wind, we stand in the cold,
we stand when we’re young, we stand when we’re old,
we salivate noiselessly in all of the aisles,
accumulating frequent shopper miles,
we burn through our credit, throw out the green,
if cash were x-rated we’d all be obscene!
laptops and fliptops and d.v.d. players,
sweaters and coats and multiple layers
of more things than anyone ever could need,
at the racous cross streets of “want” and “greed”.
it’s dash away, dash away, dash away all,
to the nearest and dearest shopping mall
where we fly from the warmth of our s.u.v.’s
and plunge into a store to buy some c.d.’s
for the kid next door who mows the yard,
there’s no end to the force of our credit cards,
we buy for the mailman, the cousin, the friend,
the list of our puchases has no visible end,
from walmart to macy’s to best buy and back,
we suffer from a case of “consumer attack”.
it’s a strange disease that can be quite scary.
it breaks out when the bills come in january,
you think and you think, but you just can’t remember
how you spent so darn much at the end of november.

Carl Steven

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful Roses for the Lair.
Thank You
Click for The Color of Roses.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!

I am a reformed shopper, I hand out the money and let them do it. No credit card charges for me anymore. Been there done that.

Today's poem is so true for so many of us.

Listening to the tunes. Thanks for Breakfast, poetry, and tunes.

[David L Walker straightheart]

hey we are right up town now

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Dave, great news isn't it?? I don't have to chase down poets, they can find their way here. :-) LOL

[Soaring Feather]

~Smoke Gets In Your Eyes~

[Darksheare]

Good evening.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening , Darksheare!

[Darksheare]

Been hunting.
Been an eventful day too.

[Soaring Feather]

Oooo you got one! How may points? My 2 grandsons each got bucks with bow and arrow this year.

[Darksheare]

Points?
I was issued one troll, United Arab Emirates type, with a hint of DU.
And he went down swinging at least.
*chuckle*