~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©

[SAMWolf]

APRIL



Through the meadow April comes,
Leaving, as he passes,
Companies of daffodils
All among the grasses.
Tulips round about the door,
Ranged in martial order;
Violets in sweet array, Up and down the border.
And beside the lily-pond,
Mindful of its sleepers,
Guards of light frittillaries,
For its fairy keepers.
Sow your fine chrysanthemums
While he blithely passes,
Dahlias too, and thrift, to blow
All among your grasses.

Dollie Radford

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Lovely April poem today! Perfect graphic, too.

Great tunes as well.

Thank you for all!

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening Ms. Feather.

Beauty and love are all my dream; They change not with the changing day; Love stays forever like a stream That flows but never flows away;

And beauty is the bright sun-bow That blossoms on the spray that showers Where the loud water falls below, Making a wind among the flowers.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms marlowe. Wonderful poem and graphic!

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Thursday morning everyone.

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[Soaring Feather]

April is Poetry Month

The Frog
by Hilaire Belloc

Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names, Or likewise "Ugly James,"
Or "Gap-a-grin," or "Toad-gone-wrong,"
Or "Bill Bandy-knees":
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.

No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair;
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).

bf

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Daffodils



I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Sam.

Just what's needed today!!

Fantastic indeed.

Daffodils, strong coffee, fresh donuts, and tunes.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Hello Kathy, thanks for the lovely flowers.

[Soaring Feather]

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
Walt Whitman, 1819-1892

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

[WayzataJOHNN]

A Class in Wisdom

Like sand slipping through Fate’s ancient hourglass,
time flows past me at its own speed, never to return.
I have studied much of life along the weary way,
only to discover there is oh so much to learn,
and every bitter-sweet lesson has a price, alas!

Wisdom is the sum of knowledge learned along the way,
from sometimes complex experiences we moved through
And as each moment lived its time and then did pass,
all too oft, that experience was bad, yet we’d still do,
for the moments grand they encompassed, we still will pay.

[WayzataJOHNN]

'feather,

Just stopped by to see what one of my favorite ladies is up to!?! (Do you need any bail money?) Here is a little something I offer as a small gift to a Lady of the Order of the Dragonfly.




Mistress of the Heart

She walks beside sun drappled waters,
her hair tossed by dancing breezes,
each lock caressing her with gentle touch.

She moves with dancer’s grace,
flowing through each moment,
in the ballet of life, her masterpiece.

She captivates, titillates, and subjugates,
and I the willing, oh so willing slave,
to her soft domination of my will.

She is all women, any woman,
the sum of her parts and needs,
love personified in the physical.

She is, and I am swept away in her,
the magic that is her, in the world of me,
an overpowering and perfect love.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening!!

Nice to hear from you again.

Good poem as usual. Thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Lady of the Order of the Dragonfly.

Whoa do I love the handle.

Most beautiful poem, thank you so much.
How's everything with you??
Do you need any bail money?? LOL

[WayzataJOHNN]

Do you need any bail money?? LOL

Couldn't resist, I heard that calling home more then once. (yes, I was all too often a bad boy!)

I'm OK, finally getting over a long run with Pneuomia. Now able to enjoy the warm Spring air, and getting outside to walk and enjoy NO SNOW!!!!!

And what sort of mischief have you been up to?

[WayzataJOHNN]

Do you need any bail money?? LOL

Couldn't resist, heard that all too often in my youth (yes, I was often a bad boy biker)

I'm getting over a long run with pneumonia, now I can enjoy the warm spring air, and walking along the lake.


What sort of mischief have you been up to?

[Soaring Feather]

Was sick the first part of the year.
All better now.

N At last Spring is finally coming. Lovely day yesterday 69F -warm today too, but it started to rain late in the afternoon. Nice to have it warm.

[international american]

Good evening bentfeather......well, that's the kind of day I had : )