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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©
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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.
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)
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 feedersscraping the white dunce
caps off their toppouring seed into metal pans and concentric
trays and long clear tubes dangled from iron polesstakes
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 peaceeven 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)
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.
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. |
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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.)
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. |
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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.)
To: StarCMC
Oh, thank you so much for both.
HUGS
Gotta run out for a few minutes to get some groceries.
To: bentfeather
Good morning Ms. Feather!
early morning breeze
the scent of your silken hair
wakes me from slumber
To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry; Darksheare; Darkchylde; Trikebuilder; radu; Colonel_Flagg; ...
Good Morning Everybody.
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)
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)
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.
To: laurenmarlowe
Good morning, ms marlowe.
Lovely Haiku you have written!
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
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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~)
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.)
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
To: stand watie
Hi sw!!
free dixie/ bf!!
HUGS to sw/duckie
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~)
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.
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
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