~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©

[David L Walker straightheart]

i remember a couple of Neil young songs that mention the northern lightsI beleive one of the songs was helpless
a very vivid picture of native american life in Canada

[David L Walker straightheart]

Sir Thomas Moore gave us so many works such as this...
very relaxing and very endearing to the heart and soul

[StarCMC]

Nice to meet you - may I shorten your name fo David?

*extends right hand*

[David L Walker straightheart]

nice to meet you,sure my friends call me Dave
call me anything you like but dont call me late for supper

[Soaring Feather]

I don't remember the song, but I am no whiz at remembering a specific artist unless I really like a song.

[StarCMC]

You got a deal!! :o)

[LunaRed]

DAYDREAMS.....are but colorful rainbows; which make us look above a storm; until the wind subsides and vanish until we call upon them again.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh lovely, I like it... Strong images.

[Soaring Feather]

Ping to you TC, sumthin' here you should hear. IMHO

HUGS my FRiend.



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[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Trench duty



Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,
Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take,
I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then
Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men
Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light.
Hark! There's the big bombardment on our right
Rumbling and bumping; and the dark's a glare
Of flickering horror in the sectors where
We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled,
Or crawling on their bellies through the wire.
"What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Some one killed?"
Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire:
Why did he do it? ... Starlight overhead--
Blank stars. I'm wide-awake; and some chap's dead.

Siegfried Sassoon.

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy Sam.


Trench Duty, good reminder to we who sit safe and warm in our homes a price was paid for us to continue being safe and warm.


Thank You, Sam, for your service.

Thanks too, for tunes, and Breakfast for the Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

~Sounds of Silence~

[laurenmarlowe]

Evening! I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your song Texas Songwriter. Thank you Ms. Feather for presenting so that we may all enjoy!

[LunaRed]

BOTTOM......If half way down is part way up then what is the bottom of the two. If half way down is the distance of part way up then part way way up is the bottom of the half way down. Therefor, part way up is the center of the half way down because the part way down is the middle of the part way up. Therefor the bottom is the half of both.:)

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms. marlowe.

It is my pleasure to do so. Nice to see you. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Ah the riddler! Interesting thoughts. I can't go there as I would never find my way out. LOL

Thank You.

[laurenmarlowe]

It's good to see you too! I hope you are doing well. The poetry and songs have been most enjoyable. Thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Was the Love Light?

Was the love light
in your eyes
a reflection
from the past...
or was it a
new and improved
version
you're peddling today?


I didn't do anything wrong
by loving you
but you're not
a loving type...
a taker you are
my vase is empty...
of emoluments
while the space narrows
for refilling...

by bentfeather


As Stars Shine Down

As stars shine down
On lonely souls
We join as one
With hidden goals

To walk on shoals
of forbidden sands
to pluck the stars
from outer space

to grab a comets
tail and toss
it back without
regret to a
long lost soul

Old souls who
walk on soggy
paths of ancient
times and lore

To see the spirits
eye and howl from
a distant shore.

From whence the
old blood roamed
at will to plow
the way to me
to follow them
back in time
in loving memory

I will see the
home of my sires
before my fire
burns out
to skip a stone
on glacier land
and dance to kantele.

Then my desires
shall be met
I can grow old
and ache for
not having a
lover close to me
on the long walk home.

by bentfeather

White Swans

White swans pair
white kid gloves
a solitary soul

Croaking bullfrogs
White bleached bones
Seashells and lace

Purple bull thistles
purple martins
cowbirds

by bentfeather

*Note all of the above was written in 2002-03