~The Dragon Flies' Lair~XVII~

January 9, 2005 | bentfeather and Poets of The Lair

[Darksheare]

Admittedly, when I write poetry it's usually gothic stuff.
Seems Queen Mab prefers to appear to me during duresss and pain.
*chuckle*

[My Melody]

gourds??? har har

reminds me of the stooges nyuk nyuk nyuk

;-)

[StarCMC]

LOL!! Those coconut sounds when they cracked their heads together!

Pleased to meet you by the way!!

[My Melody]

StarCMC

This is so beautiful, so precious.

Thank you *

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You sweet MM.

We are blessed in the Lair to have so much talent. I am so thankful for all who enter here and open a window of themselves to we poets and those unseen visitors.

Sarge and I have been dancing for about 1 year now and it just gets better each time.

He is the heatbeat, I am the blood
with both these elements we combine
to write the best poetry in our time.

[Soaring Feather]

I like Gothic stuff Darks!! I think it is fine. Oh by the way, you have not posted your self portrait on this thread yet, you gonna do that for us?

[Old Sarge]

See the man who stands here thinking,
on forest vistas he is drinking,
seen through eyes that see too much sometimes,
and yet see so much more,

On a briar pipe he's smoking,
thoughts and images invoking,
memories and things gone by him, clearer might his mind emplore,

Lonely paths whose steps are trodden only by those men of yore,
and will tread again once more.

Battle-cries and arms contested,
foes who, one by one, he's bested,
cagey craft and curious cunning, sent them running from the field,

Now a foe comes, whose far darker
plots and devices are their marker,
shadow-shapes that walk the streets with shadow-weapons that they wield,

Lost in thought, on their defeat the final blow which makes them yield,
Thus their fate, it shall be sealed.

Swiftly, now, those thoughts are flying,
hither and yon, and lightly trying,
turning from the grim, dark business that makes up the work of war,

Mindscapes soften in the ballroom,
ladies twirling in the night-gloom,
starry nights and lavendar-scented galleries off the corridor,

Waiting for just that one last fleeting kiss outside the ballroom door,
then taking up the sword once more.

(c)20 FEB 05 by JSR

[StarCMC]

Don't forget to listen to the music. It's VERY moving - at least to me!! :o)

[My Melody]

yes! they were so goofy and the re-runs still crack me up! Just `thinking` about them does!

I am very pleased to meet you too.

Keep enjoying Life!

[StarCMC]

Sarge and I have been dancing for about 1 year now and it just gets better each time.

I really miss the dancing when you two aren't! :O)

[Darksheare]

This one?

Oh, Within Temptation has a short clip from the video for their song "Memories."
Been trying to find a full video, but it doesn't seem to be available yet.
http://www.within-temptation.com/

[StarCMC]

* sigh *

[StarCMC]

You did THAT too?? I saw it on another thread - I had no idea it was your work!! AWESOME!!

[Darksheare]

Yuppers, the original is actually a small sketch that is only two inches wide by four inches long.
Drew it in 2001 after the funeral of my best friend.
Seems everyone is having an easier time linking to the image rather than me showing it, so here's one I wrote a poem about:
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/Stuff/TerminallyPOdChick.jpg
Follow link, hit refresh if it doesn't show.

[My Melody]

Hei :-)

Thank you for todays writings ~ sing on ~ ~ ~ never stop dancing -_-_-_- well,...sometimes we sit and just listen, but the music never stops ~ it plays on and on ~ ~ love never ends ~ it has its own song ~

[StarCMC]

Gee, I wonder where you got the inspiration for THAT?

[Darksheare]

Lyrics: 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... )


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Now if only I'd scanned these in a size that made sense and could post them in the proper order..
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/Stuff/Frgottn.jpg
http://mywebpage.netscape.com/BMK175/Stuff/What+if+I.jpg

[Darksheare]

Was sitting on my mother in law's back porch looking at the lawn, and saw a face in the grass.. and drew it.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh dear heart, perfect rhyme, perfect.

Thank You.

I am moved to tears and can't write
anything near yours.

You who fight the demon black and evil
I who only dance in satin and velvet
lace and grace the castle steps to
await your return to Castledom grand
holding out thy battled scared hand
I who have nothing more to give than
some words on paper that does not live

Think thee well, honored one
to the day you can lay down the gun
and pick up the jousters sword
and duel till dark for your reward

Honored am I to know thee well
to cry on thy shoulder in the night
to offer thee the pen in hand and to
conjure up something grand.

The castle grounds will fly the flag
of thy squadron while you fight
and walk the halls way into the night
to send thee thoughts of gallant chivalry
and prayers of protection while you are there

Quickly, quickly now I write
like a flooding over dam at night
I fear thy rest is shortened these nights
when on the guard you must stand upright
and walk the wall and listen sharp
for the night sounds you are alert.

Hold thy head high my brave knight
the castle grounds your turf are tight
against the creeping wolves of night
rest and know we are alright.

bentfeather
02. 20.05

[Darksheare]

Thanks!