~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~

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

[stand watie]

YEP, yours!

WOO HOO 4 U!

free dixie,sw

[Soaring Feather]

April is Poetry Month

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

- Omar Khayyám

bf

[Soaring Feather]

Here Lisa...

[LisaMalia]

I have lost so much of my poetry with computer crashes, and had some stuff on poetry.com...but I'm no longer in their database. A lesson to all...PUT IT ON PAPER.

So I guess I'll wing it, for my first contribution to this wonderful thread:

Unforgiving

Some say to not forgive is a sin..
I think that is true.
I do forgive, but not forget.

For those who love the pain is there..
Living inside us, consuming us
Wanting to forgive, and forget.

My mind wanders, comptemplating the difference
It's unclear at times
Other times, it's as clear as the sky

To forgive is to love
To forget is to question
To forgive and forget...?

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful poem Lisa. Thank you so much. I do fully agree with you. Forgiving is a tough thing to due, however.
I have found it is necessary to do it, not so much for the other person, but for me so I can move on. HUGS

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

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

[laurenmarlowe]

Good morning Ms. Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, ms marlowe.


Oh my most favorite bird! Thank you and have a wonderful day, dear lady.

[Soaring Feather]

April is Poetry Month

The Dumb Soldier
Robert Louis Stevenson

When the grass was closely mown,
Walking on the lawn alone,
In the turf a hole I found,
And hid a soldier underground.

Spring and daisies came apace;
Grasses hide my hiding place;
Grasses run like a green sea
O'er the lawn up to my knee.

bf

[Soaring Feather]

My Grandma Is A Penguin

My Grandma is a penguin, she’s quite a site to see,
She’ll be very happy when, she comes to visit me!
She lives in Alaska where, her best friend is a polar bear!
She wonders why I’m SO afraid, when I visit the polar bear’s cave!
She has friends that are penguins too, she even has friends at the zoo!
When she visits she eats all our fish, and she sure eats a fishy dish!
She’s afraid of the following things: Dogs, cars, and even Rings!
She brings an umbrella wherever she goes, and she wonders when he next ice age will come!
On her head she has a pink hat, she loves snow and that’s that.
My Grandma’s name is Lori, My Grandpa is a Penguin too, but that’s another story.

By Squeezit Gigglelips

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

After Apple-Picking



My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing dear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

Robert Frost

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Ah from Spring to Fall in one fell swoop!!

LOL

I bet you must feel this way after tax time deadline. :-)

Thanks for all and have a great day.

[Soaring Feather]

here.....

[Soaring Feather]

...here's another for good luck..

[cedarswingman]

I write some pretty heavy country songs. LOL But I do write some light hearted stuff too.

[Soaring Feather]

Heavy is good, light hearted is good.

:-)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Happy Friday, ms feather.

[cedarswingman]

I JUST THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW

You took my ring off of your finger
found you another place to live
Told all your friends and family
you needed more that I could give
For you to be the total woman
in today's society
I wish you well and hope you find
what you couldn't get from me

I just thought you'd like to know
there's never been no-one but you
In the time we had together
I did all I could do
To fulfill your each desire
Love you with my heart and soul
You're all I needed to be happy
and I Just thought you'd like to know

It hurts to know our wedding vows
don't mean forever anymore
But I'll pray till my dying breath
You'll come walking through that door

I just though you'd like to know
there'll never be no-one but you
To walk beside me in this life
and stir my passion like you do
When you hold my hand or laugh
Your little laugh I love so
I feel special and complete
And I just thought you'd like to know

I need your love to make me happy
And I just thought you'd like to know

c.2002 Ray Cornelius aka Cedar

[Soaring Feather]

Absolutely beautiful poem.

Do you have it set to music?