~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]

Thank You, LR!!

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening Ms. Feather! Your poem tonight about love is quite beautiful. Thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms marlowe. Thank You. How are you these days? Staying busy I would think.

[Old Sarge]

Age and time can do so much,
as all things change under their loving strokes:
the sapling becomes the whispering pine,
the mighty peak to the rolling downs,
the babe in arms becomes the hero.

Let sad bells sign their dirge
there are other songs, among the hills
if you listen closely, to a heart near yours:

tamaracks sigh, willows sway,
smoke from hearths in the valleys waft up to us,
inviting and warming.

Why, oh why, dwell on things of sorrow
sleeping fitful until the morrow
Wake to love again.

[laurenmarlowe]

LOL! Yes, very busy, but thinking of you always! The Lair is a perfect place to unwind.

Sade ~ Sweetest Taboo

[My Melody]

pretty pretty pretty music in the air ~

I have been trying to work some words together to send to a dear friend. Trying to make a poem. All the words are there on paper, but they need to harmonize in song.

I have it close but not ready.

I can share what it`s about though.

I received a Valentine day card only one day late. My friend is ninety two. It traveled across an ocean just to say `I love you.` The card is white and has one pink daisy on the front and a loving heart inside the writing. Love is never late, it is always on time. It can`t evaporate, it lives on and on. The cards may stop coming, though love keeps on loving and I want to share it in a song. Love may sit still but really,

it always wants to dance!

See what I mean? We can each one feel it, we can say it in a song,


..and in a card at age ninety two.

maybe all I need to say is,

`I love you`

I feel so fortunate.

[My Melody]

This one is FUN!


it`s a Dance!

[Soaring Feather]

But think of age I must this do
as days roll off the calendar true
a hurried notion in the wind
hurry, hurry, you must love him
in twilight's glow -in dawn's dim light
a heart filled with love
is her delight
ye knight's always on the go
riding steeds into moon-glow
with the wind at your back and
you eyes set straight
the battle your love
her at the gate your reward
a starlight night, your romance
the next battle your only chance
to keep her love alive in you
as you come to castle yon
your Lady Fair in velvet rich
your heart full of a well world known
her heart kept there in the home

Your sights on the next horizon
your back as you leave is in her vision
a starless night when you go
and heavens set for all aglow on your return
you are her sun and stars and moon
and she her world is filled with you
and singing songs in low tones now
while your heart happy on the field
and lonely path
with horse and sword
and a troubadours song

bentfeather
02.17.05

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you, ms marlowe, for the lovely song.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah how very wonderful to live and love at 92.

Love is never old it seems
just gets more golden as it ages
going through the decades
more soft like soft rose gold
more precious than a dove of love
winging in from a above.

[Old Sarge]

Dearest One, a life of swords
must be lived by some,
if Beauty shall survive,
for this, and for other things
this Knight shall always strive,

No further accolades I require,
than your ever-bright desire,
Fear not for what the future might bring.
Many die - but only a few really live!

[Soaring Feather]

Humbly I bow to thee
white knight of the silver sea
gallant, valiant truth seeker he
a hero wrapped in chivalry

Handing forth the bowl of roses
as each holiday disposes
gentleman in all manner of dress
and not too proud to hold and caress
the lady of the manor love of his life
his brave and loving, lady wife.

Really live is your destiny
meant to give is what your know
respect and reserve merits too,
simply belonging to you!
My fair Knight from Cavenshire
lady Enid sits by the fire
spins the wool with silken hands
and weaves the chevron for the clan.

[My Melody]

Thank you ~

through the air it will fly ~


I am still lingering back on #839

I see a heart dance in it and it has moved me. I will send you words tomorrow.

I had one earlier with so many L`s and I was afraid it would never fly, but only in my heart.

# 839 is so beautiful to me, I can hear it all through the mountains, here so far away. I can hear bells.

[My Melody]

ja derrrrrre Helga, dis yust come in for te breakfast in da morgan!

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[radu]

Snickers isn't one of my babies. None of these critters would even think of letting me dress 'em up. LOL!
They don't sit all prim and pretty either. Most just hang out, like Bitty.....

[LunaRed]

LULLABY of an infant Chief..... by Sir Walter Scott..... O,, hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear baby to thee. O, Fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, it calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. Oh, hush thee, my baby, the time soon will come, when thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and walking with day.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone!

[Soaring Feather]

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[Soaring Feather]

LULLABY of an infant Chief.....

by Sir Walter Scott.....

Good morning, LunaRed, interesting poem this morning, thank you.

[SAMWolf]

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