~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~

March 24, 2005 | ~bentfeather ~ Poets of The Lair~

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Record



Fearing that she might go one day
With some fine fellow of her choice,
I called her from her childish play,
And made a record of her voice.
And now that she is truly gone,
I hear it sweet and crystal clear
From out my wheezy gramophone:
"I love you, Daddy dear."

Indeed it's true she went away,
But Oh she went all, all alone;
Into the dark she went for aye,
Poor little mite! ere girlhood grown.
Ah that I could with her have gone!
But this is all I have to show -
A ghost voice on a gramophone:
"Dear Dad, I love you so."

The saddest part of loss 'tis said,
Is that time tempers our regret;
But that is treason to the dead -
I'll not forget, I'll not forget.
Sole souvenir of golden years,
'Twas best to break this disc in two,
And spare myself a spate of tears . . .
But this I cannot do.

So I will play it every day,
And it will seem that she is near,
And once again I'll hear her say:
I love you so, Oh Daddy dear."
And then her kiss - a stab of woe.
The record ends . . . I breathe a plea:
"Oh God, speed me to where I know
Wee lass, you wait for me."

Robert William Service

[Colonel_Flagg]

Sam, this has me crying. Thank you for the post.

[international american]

Good one, lauren. Great pic too!

[laurenmarlowe]

Hi IA!

Thank you, I love flowers.

I hope you have a great day!

[international american]

Good one, Sam. Albeit a tearjerker for those of us with a grown daughter: )

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Heart breaker this morning. It's hard to give up our kids to become adults, they are always our little ones in big bodies.


Thanks for poetry, tunes and donuts.

Have a wonderful day.

[international american]

Good morning, bentfeather. Have a great Saturday.

[Soaring Feather]

~Gospel~

For Terri who went to heaven today!
Rest in Peace dear Lady!

[Soaring Feather]

I'd rather regret the things I have done than the things
that I haven't.
--Lucille Ball

[stand watie]

GM, miss feather!

fr5ee dixie HUGS,duckie/sw

[stand watie]

GM, miss feather!

free dixie HUGS,duckie/sw

[stand watie]

GM, miss feather!

free dixie HUGS,duckie/sw

[Soaring Feather]

GM sw!!!!


free dixie, bf

HUGS to sw/duckie

[Soaring Feather]

Slow Dance
by Anonymous Works

This poem was written by a terminally
ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a doctor -

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic
flight? Or gazed at the sun into
the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?

When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?


When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say hi
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your
day, It is like an unopened
gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

[Soaring Feather]

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

[StarCMC]

  Friend
 

Author:

Unknown

 

Oh the comfort, the inexpressible
Comfort of feeling safe with friends,
Having neither to weigh
Thoughts, nor measure words,
But to pour them all out,
Just as they are,
Chaff and grain together,
Knowing that a faithful hand
Will take and sift them,
Keeping what is worth keeping
And then with a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
 

 

 

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful poem Star. Thank You.

This is the best definition of a friend I have read.

[StarCMC]

There are many here who fit this definition for me.

[StarCMC]

Aw heck - 200?? He he he!!