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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XVIII~
February 21, 2005
| bentfeather ~Poets of the Lair~
Posted on 02/21/2005 9:37:14 AM PST by 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©
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To: Jet Jaguar
Good morning JJ. I love the picture. Thank you!
To: laurenmarlowe
ms marlowe, you spoil me with the lovely bird pictures. I love each and every one of them.
Thank You.
To: Colonel_Flagg
Dear Colonel, so nice to see you!
To: bentfeather
Good Morning Queenie!! Still yawning and stretching here! :o)
764
posted on
03/16/2005 7:04:12 AM PST
by
StarCMC
(It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden; it's our job to arrange the meeting.)
To: bentfeather
As is my wont to say from time to time, it's nice to be seen. Let's run off for a cup of coffee, what say? :)
765
posted on
03/16/2005 7:04:20 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Spring is the nicest day of the year.)
To: bentfeather
HI, miss feather & THREE dixie HUZZAHS to our RESIDENT POETESS!
add duckie & i to your ping list AND
free dixie HUGS,sw
766
posted on
03/16/2005 7:10:15 AM PST
by
stand watie
(being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
To: bentfeather
HI, miss feather & THREE dixie HUZZAHS to our RESIDENT POETESS!
add duckie & i to your ping list AND
free dixie HUGS,sw
767
posted on
03/16/2005 7:10:23 AM PST
by
stand watie
(being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
To: cedarswingman
We've not touched a finger
nor raised a glass to toast
but, wordsmithing can be done
with such flare as to cause me to boast
From this little pome will come
fruits I had not dreamed
of new challenges in poetry
struck under starry light
with tomes of cyber pages...
to be filled, I bid thee, thank you
cedar, for your little gift
my eyes not quite open yet
to the significance of it
To: stand watie
sw!!! Whoa!!
free dixie!! bf
HUGS to sw/duckie!!
To: bentfeather
RETURNED!
free dixie HUGS,sw
770
posted on
03/16/2005 7:13:17 AM PST
by
stand watie
(being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
To: Colonel_Flagg
GM Colonel, the coffee's hot
the tongue is cold
the donuts are stale
my muse does rail
along the lines of insanity
from time to time it seems
so grab some java
open the books and lay down
some fabulous Sarah on me!
HUGS
To: LisaMalia
Morning LisaMalia!!
Oh it would be wonderful to have you in the Lair. Please come at any hour.
I have not had a formal ping list, but I shall add you to what I have.
Thank You for the words of gold
lain upon my heart this morn
like nectar from the hive of old
a balm offered to soothe the fester
To: bentfeather
so grab some java
open the books and lay down
some fabulous Sarah on me!
My pleasure, my dear!
Did You Never Know?
Sarah Teasdale
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me --
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year --
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
773
posted on
03/16/2005 7:29:02 AM PST
by
Colonel_Flagg
(Spring is the nicest day of the year.)
To: LadyPilgrim
Good morning LP!
Thank you for your words of light
and joy they give to me
some days are dark and hard to see
the beauty all around
but there are hearts forged from gold
and smiles spun from the sun
a light of hope shines through the din
long into this abode.
and faeries dance on sunbeams bold
within the walls of this realm
a poet steers the course as well
as the poets that come.
HUGS
To: bentfeather
Your words of joy, for my words of light
give my heart wings that take to flight.
Words that are true for FRiendship and peace
are spread for all the world to see.
Thank you for that sweetness to me! ;-)
775
posted on
03/16/2005 7:50:25 AM PST
by
LadyPilgrim
(Sealed my Pardon with HIS BLOOD!!! Hallelujah!!! What a Saviour)
To: bentfeather
cleansing light
a new beginning
day awakes
rim 3/05
Good morning Miss Feather . . . sending inspiration your way.
776
posted on
03/16/2005 7:53:24 AM PST
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory
With Hope
(Click the picture for music) |
...Now you are gone away Left us with the memories of your smile And nothing we can say And nothing we can do Can take away the pain The pain of losing you, but... We can cry with hope We can say goodbye with hope 'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, And we can grieve with hope 'Cause we believe with hope There's a place where we'll see your face again Through the cloud of tears I see the Father's smile and say well done And I imagine you Where you wanted most to be Seeing all your dreams come true 'Cause now you're home And now you're free, and... We have this hope as an anchor 'Cause we believe that everything God promised us is true, so... We wait with hope We ache with hope We hold on with hope We let go with hope
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777
posted on
03/16/2005 8:02:41 AM PST
by
StarCMC
(It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden; it's our job to arrange the meeting.)
To: bentfeather
Whoops!! Forgot to ping you above.... That poem/song by Steven Curtis Chapman is dedicated to our friends who lost their little girl 4 years ago, and to all who have walked those dark paths of losing someone special! *HUGS!*
778
posted on
03/16/2005 8:04:42 AM PST
by
StarCMC
(It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden; it's our job to arrange the meeting.)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.
Coffee & Donuts
779
posted on
03/16/2005 8:05:06 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(Liberal Rule #4 - When faced with facts, ignore them.)
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
VARIATIONS ON A COMMON THEME
The poems men may pen live after them,
Their deeds are often buried with their bones;
Full fresh the fragrance of an ode or hymn
Long after its creator lies unknown.
Soon grows the flesh infirm, the sinews weak,
Forever afterward the eyes must close;
Too fast the vigor drains from each physique
As age prepares the body for repose.
But words inspired abide, immune to death;
They live so long as generations read;
They wither not but yet retain their breath
When limbs lie still and veins no more can bleed.
We all in time must cross that final portal;
Our verses happily remain immortal..
John T. Baker
780
posted on
03/16/2005 8:05:40 AM PST
by
SAMWolf
(Liberal Rule #4 - When faced with facts, ignore them.)
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