~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©

[StarCMC]

Zowie!! Very cool!!!!

[StarCMC]

 

 

The Mansions of the Lord
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To fallen soldiers let us sing

Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing

Our broken brothers let us bring

To the Mansions of the Lord

No more bleeding, no more fight

No prayers pleading through the night

Just divine embrace, eternal light

To the Mansions of the Lord.

Where no mothers cry and no children weep

We will stand and guard though the angels sleep

Through the ages safely keep

The Mansions of the Lord.

 

 

 

[Darksheare]

I haven't had any inspiration for poetry lately..
:(

My muse seems to be playing coy again.

[StarCMC]

Hey - at least you HAVE a muse!! LOL!! If I've got one I've never met her...or him! :o)

[Darksheare]

LOL!
My muse seems to be Queen Mab.

[StarCMC]

He he he!! At least it ain't Queen Latifa! LOL!!

[Soaring Feather]

The Mansions of the Lord

Wonderful absolutely wonderful. Thank you Star.

Gorgeous presentation.

HUGS

[Darksheare]

LOL!
No, she just likes playing pranks on me.
Like waiting until I'm half asleep and SINGING a few lines of a poem, giggling, and then disappearing off into the foggy corners of my mind while I feverishly try in vain to write stuff down.
Or I'll be in the shower, and she'll dump a few lines into my skull.
And then change them when I try to write them down.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Darks!

Yup she does that every now and then.

Well, I know your muse will visit you again.

[LunaRed]

Dance on both of you
Very lovely

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, dear lady. There is no one better to dance with than Sarge.

[Darksheare]

LOL!
I wish I could have her drop by someone else for a few minutes...
*Chuckle*

Yes, she'll make an appearance sometime soon.
Wonder what she'll do this time.

"Foolish mortal, a muse cannot be denied. A poet denies his muse at his own peril. If you will not come to me, then I shall come to you."
Yikes.

[StarCMC]

YOu're welcome lady!! I wondered and wondered what they were saying and when I read the words I knew I had to put them with graphics...it's a beautiful song.

[StarCMC]

Send her to me - I'll whip her into shape!! She'd be so glad to get back to someone who can write she'd flood you with inspiration! LOL!!!!

[Old Sarge]

Dear LadyFRiends...

I can't tell you how I feel, reading these words. Both of them move through me.

Thank you is lame. I shall now find better words...

[Darksheare]

Wish I could!

Though I suspect she had a hand in this one:

Day 12: Still alone. The darn droning of the skull sized insects is annoying.
Can't sleep, the rest of the team is missing.
And there's drums, huge drums somewhere in the distance.
I hope I can get out of here alive.

Day 13: Found water, and some strange gourds.
They taste funny, but they are filling.
Strangely, they remind me of a hearty ale from the tap halls of my youth.

Wow, starting to get a buzz.

Day 14: Hungover from the odd gourds I found.
The drums are in the forest AND my head.
And those insects are truly murder at the moment.

Oddly, eating the gourd relieves the headache some.

What was taht nopise?

Day ???: I don't know where I am, what day it is, or what has happened.
I have to find more of those gourds.
Gourds..

....................

The journal ends here. Apparently, the subject went into inexplicable fits and rantings before clambering up a tree naked as a jaybird and flinging himself at a mass of those curiously droning butterflies.
If we'd been able to locate him sooner, we may have been able to prevent his death as well as the deaths of the stuntmen he landed upon in his fall.
Strange how he left his camp suddenly and ran off muttering like that.

Why did he run off like that?
These gourds he left at his camp are delicious.

[StarCMC]

[Darksheare]

LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my gourd!!

LOL

[My Melody]

Nice writing, Bentfeather. :)

I am very pleased and humbled to meet you Old Sarge.

Thank `You` and All your Men and Women serving with you, and ALL Men and Women in the fighting fields keeping Our Country Home SAFE.

May God Bless Each One in keeping you all safe every minute and to bring you back home to your Famiies and to us.

God Bless your Families here at home at home too.

Again, Thank You

Only yesterday
An angel flew in on wings
A Vietnam Vet

He spoke of your danger, the duty we have here at home. He woke me even deeper to the unimaginable fears.

We`ll meet in Heaven I pray, but Thank God we still have our Home here today.

Keep dancing Old Sarge ~

You and Bentfeather and zephyr ~


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