~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©

[laurenmarlowe]

Oh Ms. Feather, your poetry and songs are quite beautiful today, thank you!

[Soaring Feather]

You're most welcome, ms.marlowe.

[Soaring Feather]

~Leonard Cohen~Dance Me to the End of Love~

[Soaring Feather]

~Dolly Pardon~She's An Eagle When She Flies~

[Soaring Feather]

Sinatra~Summer Wind~
Dance Colonel??

[Soaring Feather]

~Simon and Garfunkle~Sounds of Silence~

[laurenmarlowe]

Ms. Feather, the picture is quite beautiful, and a great song!

[Soaring Feather]

We wait to love the fire of northern lights
of...heaven's planets
a moon timed with touching the stars
we keep true hope and desire
forever for us... nothing will end.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!

[Darksheare]

Morning!

Found a tune but dunno how you could post it.

Within Temptation - Memories

(memories.. memories... memories... memories...)

In this world you tried
not leaving me alone behind.
There's no other way.
I prayed to the gods 'let him stay.'
The memories ease the pain inside,
now I know why.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments imagine you here.
All of my memories keep you near.
Your silent whispers, silent tears.

Made me promise I'd try
to find my way back in this life.
I hope there is a way
to give me a sign you're ok.
Reminds me again it's worth it all
so I can go on.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments imagine you here.
All of my memories keep you near.
Your silent whispers, silent tears.

Together in all these memories
I see your smile.
All the memories I hold dear.
Darling, you know I will love you
'til the end of time.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments imagine you here.
All of my memories keep you near.
Your silent whispers, silent tears.
(silence... silence...)

All of my memories....
(silence... silence... )

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Dark.


I'll do a search for it.

[Darksheare]

I have it.
Has a haunting quality to it.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Horses and People - A Cowboy's Poem



We were all gathered at the sale barn
waitin’ for the horse sale to get under way.
When this old hand sat amongst us,
it was easy seein' "Cowboy" was on his resume!

He watched the horses come and go
with an easy, patient horseman's eye.
He studied each horse as they came through,
but he never nodded or attempted to buy.

I found myself watchin' the old man,
when to my surprise he turned and spoke.
"Horses are a lot like folks I've known,
some's honest and true, others can't be broke."

Then he pointed out a nice sorrel filly
as she swatted her tail and gave a squeal.
"She's like Miss Milly down at the diner,
plenty of good looks and sex appeal.

And that skinny lookin' ole horse,
actin' all touchy, nervous and rank,
he reminds me of old Mr. T. Wad
the loan officer at the bank.

Now that old mare, she's a kid’s horse,
she'd teach ‘em and they'd never come to harm,
She's sure a lot like old Ms. Beachem
a grand lady, and my first school marm.

See that little two-year-old,
boy, he'd like to break and run.
All he wants is away from here,
he reminds me of my son."

It seemed like we sat for hours,
talkin', laughin' and comparin' notes,
about honest horses and people we knew,
those we like and those not worth the oats.

About that time, an old bay entered the ring,
the old hands voice began to soften.
"If he was a man, I'd call him friend
and that's just somethin' I don't do often.

A little thin and gray around the muzzle,
like me, he's gotten on in years.
But there's a heap of know-how restin’
between that old horse’s ears.

That old horse is some ole cowboy’s pal,
Sellin’ him, would be like committin' a sin.
So if you'll please excuse me boys,
think I'll just buy him back again!"

Unknown

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Endearing poem this morning.

Toby Keith is sounding good in the Lair.

Coffee's good, donuts are fresh so we are off to a good start.

Cold here in NY.

[LunaRed]

NIGHT The night gathered round and brought along sound; And the day surrendered to the dark mysterious wastes. LunaRed

[Soaring Feather]

~Click..~NottingHillbillies~RailRoad Work~Good morning, Texas Lass!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, LunaRed!!

Nice little poem this morning, thank you!

How are you today??

[snippy_about_it]

Look deeply into my eyes
See the dreams of my sunrise
Where my heart sees only you


Wow. The entire poem is beautiful.

"Swoon" is right feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh whoa, I know -isn't it a fabulous poem??