~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~

March 24, 2005 | ~bentfeather ~ 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]

Reading some good stuff about a new MOH recipient and how joyful his family was that he received it...posthumously. Sort of put me in a thoughtful mood, y'know! {{{HUGS!}}}

[Colonel_Flagg]

Hello, Miss Feather!

I could use a stormy wind. To air out my house. The winter germies are everywhere!

[Soaring Feather]

We are fortunate today sunshine beaming through the windows!

Soon we will be able to throw the windows and doors open for a good airing out.

[laurenmarlowe]

Good morning Ms. Feather!

In the cherry blossom's shade
there's no such thing
as a stranger.

Kobayashi Issa

[Soaring Feather]

Lovely absolutely lovely, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

I love the cactus
it is very prickly
the cacophony heard
is not a symphony sweet
but hoots and hollers
if by chance
you touch my little feet!

bentfeather
03.30.05

[Soaring Feather]

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
--Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Soaring Feather]

It was Mark Twain who said, "Principles have
no real force except when one is well-fed."

[HopeandGlory]

Thank you for this poem Star . . . my son is on his way home from Afghanistan for R&R, we shall see him in about a week and a half and then he has to return to Afghanistan for about another year . . . .sigh!!! . . . He loves it there . . . he always was a contrary child . . . LOL!!!

[HopeandGlory]

Very nice Lauren . . . Basho's my favorite but, I like Issa also.

[HopeandGlory]

Good evening Miss Feather . . . we're heading out to Arizona in about a week . . . I'm hopeing to see some of those beauties blooming. Penquin Girl said the flowers are spectacular this year.

[laurenmarlowe]

Thank you Hope!

I appreciate you sharing your favorite, and I will definitely do some research.

These are beautiful words of poetry.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening!!

Wow your son is coming home for R&R, fantastic.

Thanks for stopping in.

[HopeandGlory]

The Lamplighter

Here to the leisured side of life,
Remote from traffic, free from strife,
A cul-de-sac, a sanctuary
Where old quaint customs creep to die
And only ancient memories stir,
At evening come the lamplighter;
With measured steps, without a sound,
He treads the unalterable round,
Soundlessly touching one by one
The waiting posts that stand to take
The faint blue bubbles in his wake;
And when the night begins to wane
He comes to take them back again,
Before the chilly dawn can blight
The delicate frail buds of light.

Seamus O'Sullivan 1879 - 1958

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful poem. I have not seen it before.

Thanks so much.

[HopeandGlory]

I found it amongst some of my Japanese poems that I have saved over the years, I must have liked it back then and I still do . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

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[laurenmarlowe]

Good morning Ms. Feather!

Tulips

Strewn across the hillside, a flock of silken sheep Dyed in glorious hue. Prancing abandon After the tight-lipped thaw, once fisted buds Unfettered, wanton petals stroked by sun.

I plucked one, brought it home, set it on my table: Straight-stalked, lush, and crowned by crimson glow, Luminous. So sensual, to be so unashamed Opening its mouth, completely exposed.

Cupped between my palms, one tulip, culled, In single velvet repose, widening petals Joined at the point of my thumbs at the base of the bloom.

Drawn to its color, tempted toward its perfume, Lips dusted with pollen, I dip down into velour, Search for the dark drop of nectar concealed in its core.

by Naila Moreira

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, ms marlowe!

Oh thank you, for those lovely tulips! Lovely poem, too.

Hope you have a wonderful day
filled with fields of Blue Bonnets,
warm breezes and laughter!

HUGS

[laurenmarlowe]

Thank you for the warm wishes!

I hope you have a great day too!