~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©

[stand watie]

headed down to the river to see if the PROHIBITED ENTRY signs are still up & if not, try to DROWN some MINNOWS. (as minnows are FISH, they are REALLY hard to drown!)

the river has been "out of its banks" for what seems like weeks.

then off to THAI SQUARE for dinner with Edward.

free dixie,sw

[Soaring Feather]

April is Poetry Month

Quotes

April Rain Song
Langston Hughes, 1902-1967

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night--
And I love the rain.

Robert Herrick, 1648
Hesperides

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.

bf

[StarCMC]

 

 

Poe Puree

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over user guides and handbooks piled up on the desk and floor --
As I nodded, after nine or ten straight hours of design,
I finely drew the final line, then pulled a floppy out to store --
Locked and loaded, then, I saved, and waited for the disc to store;
Only this and nothing more.

Ah, distinctly I kept hearing such a sound it set me fearing,
Fearing as I sat there peering at the Saved Percentage score,
Fearing, as the disc kept turning, turning with a grinding, churning
Sound while I was yearning -- yearning as I'd never yearned before,
"Save!" I yearned again, but hopeless, read the words I'd feared before:
Read: "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

"What is this?" I barely muttered, "What's this message you have uttered,
Uttered as my floppy fluttered, fluttered locked inside your door?"
But there came no soothing voices helping me among these choices,
With these unfamiliar choices, just the cursor's either/or --
Just the cursor blinking, blinking for my choice of either/or
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

Much I marveled: this repeating cursor like a heartbeat beating
Answered nothing, thus defeating all attempts to re-explore
Whether I'd done something sloppy -- what had happened to that floppy
I'd inserted there to copy all the work I'd done before --
What had happened to the art, the artwork I had done before,
Before "Abort, Retry, Ignore."?

Art, not software, is my calling; it's particularly galling
To be hesitating, stalling, stalling over one key more
When, instead of starkly staring, stunned, at high-tech so uncaring,
High-tech blindly overbearing, I could open up my drawer,
Get my low-tech colored pencils from their matching low-tech drawer
Beneath "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

But no, I had to get ambitious, buy some modern meretricious
Merchandise that leaves me vicious messages that seem to roar,
Well, not really roar, but tease, as, fingers trembling over keys,
I finally choose from one of these atrocious choices I abhor
A choice I know will be atrocious, one I finally must abhor
Among "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

No result! So twice as hard, to try and catch the thing off-guard,
I pressed, but still the same canard appeared until I nearly swore.
Frantically in desperation, pushing keys in combination,
Getting tintinabulation: "Beep beep beep", and nothing more,
Cacaphonous concatenation, "Beep beep beep", and nothing more;
Except "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

Then I thought I heard the thunder, felt the thunder rumble under,
Through, the floorboards, and no wonder! Lightning split the dark night's core!
Lightning piercing lightning slashing through the night like sword-wounds
gashing
Darkness deeply, when my flashing cursor flashed! -- then flashed no more;
Flashed a final time and then -- erased itself to flash no more;
Erased "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

The lights went out, then came back on, and in the cold grey light of dawn
Profit and design were gone; gone, returning: nevermore --.
Gone my imitation Titian, like a ghost or apparition,
But gone as well the admonition I must choose and choose once more -
Gone: the price of manumission from demands to choose once more
Among "Abort, Retry, Ignore."

Now my cursor still is blinking; is it winking? Yes! It's winking! --
Winking at me from the screen beside the disc that wouldn't store;
Winking at me from the black, though nothing else comes blinking back
Along the phosphorescent track that throws a shadow on the floor;
And my art, from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be found now -- nevermore!

 

Copyright; Marcus Bales
Email: marcus@designerglass.com

 

 

 

[Soaring Feather]

ROTFLOL

And so true!!!

[laurenmarlowe]

John Lennon and George Harrison ~ Across the Universe

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru de va om
Nothing’s gonna change my world...

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai guru de va om
Nothing’s gonna change my world...

Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universe
Jai guru de va om
Nothing’s gonna change my world...

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms. marlowe.

Lovely song.

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

To all: A dear FReeper Friend, Texascowboy, needs some prayer today.

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

[Soaring Feather]

Twenty Third Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green Pastures,
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake,

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy rod and staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine
enemies: thou anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my
life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

[StarCMC]

An Axe and Two Thirty Eights




Hey everybody, let's get up and go
Let's grab our weapons and put on a show
Let's see some people before it's too late
Armed with our Axe and Two Thirty Eights

Let's use these weapons and hit them with force
To keep those people on the proper course
If we don't do it now, it may be too late
Let's grab our Axe and our Two Thirty Eights

Let's go into homes and all through the land
Let's meet the people with our weapon in hand
We have to be quick before it's too late
Let's grab our Axe and our Two Thirty Eights

They'll see us comin' and try to run
Sinners don't like to be under the gun
But we have the power and it is our fate
We have an Axe and Two Thirty Eights

They'll thank us for it on some distant day
And for the weapons we used along the way
And when we enter those bright Golden Gates
We'll thank God for Acts-2:38



Copyright; Robert Atkerson
Email: RaPa856@aol.com



(Acts 2:38 Peter replied, “Repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.)

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Star*!!


Great find this morning.Thank You.


Have a blessed day.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

A "Friend" Poem with a touch of Reality...



When you are sad ... I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the scum sucking bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue ... I'll try to dislodge whatever's choking you.

When you smile ... I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared ... I will rag you about it every chance I get.

When you are worried ... I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and tell you to quit whining.

When you are confused ... I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.

When you are sick ... Stay the hell away from me until you're well again, I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall ... I will laugh at your clumsy ass, help you up, and tell you to keep moving.

This is my oath ... I pledge till the end. Why, you may ask? Because you're my friend.

Unknown

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!! A "Friend" Poem with a touch of Reality...

LOL!!! And as far as that goes, just the type of friend I prefer. Thanks for all and have a lazy day!!

[SAMWolf]

The best kind of friend to have. :-)

[international american]

On this wondrous sea
Sailing silently,
Ho! Pilot, ho!
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar --
Where the storm is o'er?

In the peaceful west
Many the sails at rest --
The anchors fast --
Thither I pilot thee --
Land Ho! Eternity!
Ashore at last!

Emily Dickinson

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, IA.

Nice to see you!!


Thank You for the lovely poem.

Have a wonderful day.

[international american]

You too, sweet one!

[fatima]

Here's a bump bentfeather and prayer's for our guy Texascowboy.

[Soaring Feather]

Hi girlfriend.

Thanks for the bump and yes, prayers for our TexasCowboy!!

[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.