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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~
March 24, 2005 | ~bentfeather ~ Poets of The Lair~

Posted on 03/24/2005 8:35:29 PM 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©




TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: cartoons; chitchat; classicpoetry; friendship; glengaulway1st; haiku; humor; joy; kindness; laughter; music; originalpoetry; photography; prose; respect; songlyrics
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics
Wolf

Man Place Downtown

Coffee & Donuts

381 posted on 04/08/2005 8:26:56 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Liberal Rule #16 - Never trust a voter to think for himself)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Wild Bird Feeder



Eighteen inches of snow will not keep my neighbor
from her twelve bird feeders—scraping the white dunce
caps off their top—pouring seed into metal pans and concentric
trays and long clear tubes dangled from iron poles—stakes
plunged in the snow, clear to the metal skirts she's dressed
them in to discourage squirrels. I've sometimes heard
her beat on her window like a trapped bird, banging the glass
to scare and curse determined squirrels that climb past her traps
to feast. Today, her blue parka bright against the winter,
she lets these gray tailed scavengers eat in peace—even peppers the snow
with sunflower seeds so her enemies won't need to climb the slick,
black poles or drop boldly from the trees. Yet when they eat
for just a while, grow confident near her feet, she stomps and yells,
scattering them like the seeds she flings in fistfuls as they run.
Trapped behind my glass, I know she is the wildest creature
moving, feeding cardinals, crows, chickadees more than even
nature would in winter, abandoning herself to care, to fury strewn
and sewn across the snow, some eaten, some stolen, and still more
wasted on the breeze.

David Wright

382 posted on 04/08/2005 8:27:25 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Liberal Rule #16 - Never trust a voter to think for himself)
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To: SAMWolf

God morning, Sam!!

Eighteen inches of snow!! We just got rid of the stuff.

LOL

Nice poem today, bird feeding people are dedicated folks.


383 posted on 04/08/2005 9:29:52 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather; All

 

 

Arlington
Click the picture for music

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done.
There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
the man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
they folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, we're proud of your son

Chorus:
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,
I'm thankful for those things I've done,
I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington

I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
we searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
and when we finally found that cross,
he said, "Son this is what it cost to keep us free"
Now here I am,
a thousand stones away from him,
he recognized me on the first day I came in,
and it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.

(Repeat Chorus)

And every time I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home.

We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done,
we can rest in peace, 'cause we are the chosen ones,
we made it to Arlington,
yea dust to dust,
don't cry for us,
we made it to Arlington
.
 

 

 

 


384 posted on 04/08/2005 3:39:47 PM PDT by StarCMC (It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden; it's our job to arrange the meeting.)
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To: bentfeather

 

 

The Mansions of the Lord
Click the picture for music

To fallen soldiers let us sing

Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing

Our broken brothers let us bring

To the Mansions of the Lord

No more bleeding, no more fight

No prayers pleading through the night

Just divine embrace, eternal light

To the Mansions of the Lord.

Where no mothers cry and no children weep

We will stand and guard though the angels sleep

Through the ages safely keep

The Mansions of the Lord.

 

 

 


385 posted on 04/08/2005 3:54:25 PM PDT by StarCMC (It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden; it's our job to arrange the meeting.)
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To: StarCMC

Oh, thank you so much for both.

HUGS

Gotta run out for a few minutes to get some groceries.


386 posted on 04/08/2005 3:56:39 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
Good morning Ms. Feather!

early morning breeze
the scent of your silken hair
wakes me from slumber

387 posted on 04/09/2005 6:37:11 AM PDT by laurenmarlowe
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Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics
Moon

Girls Eyes Tulsa

Coffee & Donuts

388 posted on 04/09/2005 6:56:56 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Liberal Rule #16 - Never trust a voter to think for himself)
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To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
A Winter Bluejay



Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail invisible net.
In ecstacy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstacy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstacy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
But no,
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
"Oh look!"
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?

Sara Teasdale

389 posted on 04/09/2005 6:57:21 AM PDT by SAMWolf (Liberal Rule #16 - Never trust a voter to think for himself)
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To: SAMWolf; snippy_about_it; Colonel_Flagg; WayzataJOHNN; Brad's Gramma; fatima; ...

Good Saturday morning everyone.

If you wish to not be on this list, please Freepmail or post your wish on this board.

390 posted on 04/09/2005 6:58:47 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: laurenmarlowe

Good morning, ms marlowe.


Lovely Haiku you have written!


391 posted on 04/09/2005 7:25:43 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All
April is Poetry Month

Hope is the thing with feathers
by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


bf



392 posted on 04/09/2005 9:11:07 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: All


393 posted on 04/09/2005 9:15:05 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Good Saturday, ms feather.


394 posted on 04/09/2005 12:47:49 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ next campaign is Operation 4th of July~)
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To: bentfeather
HI, miss feather!

free dixie HUGS,duckie/sw

395 posted on 04/09/2005 1:28:24 PM PDT by stand watie (being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
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To: Kathy in Alaska
awwww so cute, thanks Kathy.

Can you believe I could not get on FR??

Seems I was scanning pictures, unplugged everything and forgot to plug in my Internet connection!

Man, almost had a heart attack not being able to get here.

What a dunce. LOL
396 posted on 04/09/2005 3:11:03 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: stand watie

Hi sw!!


free dixie/ bf!!

HUGS to sw/duckie


397 posted on 04/09/2005 3:12:13 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

ms feather!! Just a momentary lapse, but heart attack city, I agree. LOL!


398 posted on 04/09/2005 3:26:35 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska (~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ next campaign is Operation 4th of July~)
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To: SAMWolf

Gee whiz, can't believe I did not greet nor thank you for today's postings.

Me bad.

Lovely poem by Sarah today.

Thanks for all.


399 posted on 04/09/2005 6:28:27 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: MS.BEHAVIN; laurenmarlowe; All
Memories across light waves,
led to easy time between
the hard places
We saw the simple path was
lifting the past as we found
a day touching the clouds
....we laughed.

bentfeather


400 posted on 04/09/2005 6:37:16 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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