~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©

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!


Funny poem today, thanks so much.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

"Dee Day"



'Twas at the feeder, one misty morn
I found myself there filling.
Seeds from the seedy, unkempt, unshorn,
And yet still there most willing.

I scratch my stubble, and yawn, and moan,
And stretch a back that's aching.
A shuffling zombie, I'm twilight zoned,
So soon out after waking.

But I'm not alone, it startles me,
This voice from out the greenery:
"Chicka dee dee dee", said he, said he,
"Chicka dee. Dee dee? Dee dee?"

Now I'm wide awake, somewhat chagrinned,
At my unclean appearance
With my hair unwashed, my teeth sleep skinned,
And clothes that look like clearance.

For my companion is smartly dressed,
With fine black cap well fitting,
And his dapper greys upon his breast,
As about the leaves, he's flitting.

"I've brought your peanuts. I've brought cracked corn.
My sunflower seeds need shelling.
I've thistle and millet, so toot your horn,
Your slender ranks need swelling."

"Chicka dee dee dee." Said he, to me.
"I'll not spill seeds by singing,
All the more dee dee, for me, for me,
No other beaks need bringing!"

So out reached my hand, palm encumbered,
With sunflower seeds all brimming,
To entice my friend, with seeds unnumbered,
That set his eyes a-glimming.

"Chicka dee dee dee?" Asked he, of me,
"What fee-bee there for eating?"
"Little chickadee, the seed is free,
But my hand must be your seating."

So he approached me, though nervously,
My offer in his considering,
Chicking and chirping, querulously,
And on the verge of skittering.

But alack, alas, it came to pass,
When from me, was he, but inches,
He was distracted, though bold as brass,
By the song of feeding finches.

"Chicka dee dee dee!" said he "I flee,
As though on high winds gusting!
For the finches fare is also free,
And the feeder needs no trusting."

Though disappointed, I'm grateful still,
To witness nature's splendor,
So I'm contented, for its God's will,
That I should be their vendor.

Charles Seggelin

[Soaring Feather]

Awww, one of my favorite birds!!

I don't get birds anymore, :-(.

The large shrubs were cut down last year for renovations on the manse. No shelter for the birds. The Dee's used to flit around in those shrubs. Then the squirrels chewed up my redwood birdseed holder. I got discouraged feeding the danged squirrels and stopped buying seed.

Nothing as cheerier as a Chickadee.

Well, good poem today!

Thanks for all and have a great day.

Sunny here, but cool.

[Soaring Feather]

April is Poetry Month

I Dream'd I Lay
by Robert Burns

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
List'ning to the wild birds singing,
By a falling crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Tress with aged arms were warring,
O'er the swelling drumlie wave.

Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoyed:
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming
A' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me-
She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,
Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me-
I bear a heart shall support me still.

bf

[Soaring Feather]

You A Shadow


You a shadow
I watched awakening
to a summer desire
something you cried for
is my love.

Will you regret sending
me into dusk?
I never laughed again.


bentfeather

Copyright ©2005

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening Ms. Feather!

I hope you've had a nice day. Thank you for the lovely poetry.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms marlowe.

Lovely graphic, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Good night to all who enter the Lair.
May you find peace, love and joy from your visit.
To the poets who post their poetry and music,
Thank You, for treating this room with respect.

[laurenmarlowe]

Spring's Ways By Savannah Skye

Spring enters as Winter exits
Exits as Spring's ways enter

enter with...

Spring's breath...
warm
Warm caresses upon my skin

while...

Spring's ambience...
frees
Frees my soul that has been locked up in Winter's cold cage

when...

Spring's Morning...
enters
Enters upon the morning's rising sun

while...

Spring's flowers
color
Color me with shades of pinks, purples, reds, yellows and blues

as they...

Kiss me
with...
Their colors of love

as...

Spring days...
arrive
Arrive on warm breezes that wake me

to...

Spring's beautiful
flowers
Flowers of colors that kiss my soul

before...

Spring's evening...
enters
Enters upon the night's rising moon

when...

Spring's soothing...
ambience
Will soothe my soul

with...

Spring's cool...
warm
That touches nite upon my skin

then exits...

Spring exits as Summer enters
Enters as Spring's ways exit

[Soaring Feather]

Exquisite!!!


Thank You, ms marlowe.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Tuesday morning everyone.

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[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

A Map Of Love



Your face more than others' faces
Maps the half-remembered places
I have come to I while I slept—
Continents a dream had kept
Secret from all waking folk
Till to your face I awoke,
And remembered then the shore,
And the dark interior.

Anonymous

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam. Precious poem and graphic today.

Love the Harry James number, all the tunes are fine tunes.

Thank You for everything, have a great day.

[stand watie]

GM, miss feather!

free dixie HUGS,sw

[Soaring Feather]

GM/sw!!!

HUGS to sw.duckie!!

free dixie, bf

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening Ms. Feather!

Loreena McMcKennitt ~ The Highwayman

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms marlowe.

Absolutely lovely song and graphic.


Thank You so much.

[laurenmarlowe]

Good evening to you Ms. Feather.

I'm glad you liked the song. Thank you for a place we can come and visit and share beauty. That is very special!