~The Dragon Flies' Lair~XVII~

January 9, 2005 | 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©

[Soaring Feather]

Bein' A Cowboy

A storm came up tht night,
Threw a tree across the fence.
Those Bremmer cows took a look
And walked right out again.
So I saddled up and called the dogs
So I could get 'em in.
It ain't fun bein' a cowboy,
But its all I've ever been.

It ain't fun bein' a cowboy,
But it's all I've ever been.
Hangin' gates and mendin' fence
And mendin' bones to start again.
But then again there's mornins'
When you wake up on the right side of the fence.
It ain't fun bein' a cowboy,
But then again, sometimes it is.

Like when springtime brings the baby calves,
And the buds are on the trees;
And the warmin' earth prepares itself
To let the seeds break free.
When clothes ahangin' on the line
Smells like rays of sun to me
When those days come it brings to mind,
A cowboys all I want to be.

Texas Songwriter

[Soaring Feather]

Hiya, snippy!!

Whoa you guys had a flight yesterday!

So glad you two arrived safely. You are always on my mind.

Stay warm, snippy and have some good Starbucks for me.


Too, have a good dinner tonight.

[LunaRed]

NOW.....is but a second, half gone before it can be acknowledged. Old Age.....is but the ripening of youth for eternity. We.....are the golden leaves blending into an autumn haze.

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, LunaRed!


NOW.....is but a second,
half gone before it can be acknowledged.
Old Age.....is but the ripening of youth for eternity.
We.....are the golden leaves blending into an autumn haze.

Lovely, thank you.Strong images, I like it.

[Soaring Feather]

Prayers to Eastern Stars

Are prayers to Eastern stars
safety in the night...
keeping dreams safe
from terror
loneliness at bay...
Will these prayers
cover lovers
walking through...
the night
and
night flying
birds of prey
who cannot hunt
by light of day?

When there are
no moon or stars
to light the path
are we blessed
by them without
wrath?
If we stay in
Milky Way Streams
will moon beams
gleam?

If we weave
the fabric
tight of
silver string
and
heavenly light
to easy
the path...
for our flight
Will Eastern Stars
shine bright for us
who walk the endless
ebony night?

by bentfeather
a/k/a LMH
Copyright (c) 2002
All Rights Reserved

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[Soaring Feather]

~Nat King Cole~Star Dust~

[Soaring Feather]

~The Chairman of the Board~
~Frank Sinatra~Summer Wind~

[Soaring Feather]

Who said? "Boredom is a vital problem for the moralist,
since at least half the sins of mankind
are caused by the fear of it."

Hint: published a large number of books on
logic, the theory of knowledge



Bertrand Russell argued that "Boredom is a vital
problem for the moralist, since at least half
the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it."

[Soaring Feather]

entrancing dancing

entrancing dancing
Besame Mucho
come my love
fill your eyes
with only me
as your prize

by bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

The Psalmist David
The Psalmist David, a shepherd he,
did play his harp at darkest night
for company...
Long lonely night under
cold starry skies
moved psalmist David to
sing the Psalms.
Rhymes of God did he sing
written down for the eons
to come...
Songs of comfort
of easing agony
of being human...
The burden it brings...
of lonely times within
ourselves
we cry out
to the skies
for proof we must have
...we are not alone.

by bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Lines to Robert Burns, Year 2002

Tis' true this day in halls
of ivy covered walls..
as in the days of
Robert Burns...
They stick their
snobby noses high
toward little poets
such as I...

In a world of
published literati...
they ask where's
your portfolio?
your revered reviews?
Who have you rubbed
elbows with or
raised a wine glass to?
What publishers
do you know...
surly, you must have
an agent handling
those things for you?

On and on it goes
climbing ever higher.

The literary group,
noses' touching the clouds
have no truck with rhymers
who may be down
on their luck...
But pushing the limits
every day
rhyming , rhyming...
without pay

by bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Just a while ago, I came in from

Just a while ago, I came in from
the Garden of My Delights,
Fiddle Head ferns now reach
towering heights...

And from East Hill
high above me
the chimes from the tower
ring, music into the Garden
of My Delights!

I scrubbed the lawn
furniture shiny white,
sat to rest a minute
caught the sun
on my face and hands,
and joyfully listened
to the ancient chimes
peal out glad tunes

This is my memory from
childhood... when visits
to the city in summers
always ended with ice cream
cones and chimes.

by bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Today is Friday, Jan. 14, 2005.
The moon is waxing.
The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Mars and Jupiter.
The evening stars are Saturn,
Uranus and Neptune.

[laurenmarlowe]

Evening Ms. Feather! Thank you for your beautiful poetry today, I have enjoyed it very much.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi sweetie, glad you are in the Lair for a bit this evening.
Put your feet up and enjoy.

[laurenmarlowe]

Thank you Ms. Feather, being here is a real joy!

[Soaring Feather]

Enjoy

[laurenmarlowe]

Ms. Feather, thank you for your inspiration. I love that place where we go to see beauty. You show us all.

[LunaRed]

ALWAYS.....In amber flames of burning logs, Or nights bathed by transparent fog. In rain quenched meadows; or sun rays; Or budding dreams of future days. A name, a face within me stays.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

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