~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~

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

[StarCMC]

I am so sorry Queenie - I'll be more careful next time! YUCK!

[StarCMC]

I am so sorry Queenie - I'll be more careful next time! YUCK!

[Soaring Feather]

GM, sw!!!!

free dixie, bf

HUGS

[laurenmarlowe]

Two Cardinals

The distant sound of the waterfalls adds a
Softness to the still quietness of the woods

The forest’s breath smells much different here
Being constantly refreshed in the warm summer sun

Two cardinals quickly glide to
The shallow pool side of falls ahead

They anxiously dip their bright red bodies
Into the glistening calm water

One of them, the female, flies a short distance to
A smooth stone near the pool’s bank

Shaking the residual water off
She breaking the forest’s

Silence with her gentle voice
Her mate flies up to a low branch

On a tall hem fir tree
He flaps his wings and being a soliloquy

That begins the music of conversation
Between their other feathered brethren

But only his mate responds and meets him
On the branch. Their voices becomes entangled

In the concert of the changing music of conversation
Then, in the middle of the aria, they fly away

Leaving their fellow feathered musicians to
Continue the concert. But it’s for only a minute

Before the forest’s closes the breech
With silence, inviting the next event

by Bradley Thomas

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, ms marlowe.


Such a wonderful poem and gorgeous graphic. These wonderful birds are monogamous like Canadian Geese.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Just as a Wave Is Lifted by the Shore



Just as a wave is lifted by the shore,
Then breaks across the slowly rising sand,
So as I watch you weep my feelings pour
Across the wash of what I understand.
I wish I could just take you in my arms
And all your pain could melt into my chest,
And all the violence of passing storms
Could pass through me and finally come to rest.
No words can set things right or presence lend
A miracle to light your darkened way,
But there is solace in a loving friend
And comfort in what I don't have to say.
Whatever circumstance you cannot bear,
Just turn to me, and you will find me there.

Nicholas Gordon

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.


Just as a Wave Is Lifted by the Shore
Nicholas Gordon

Absolutely beautiful poem today. I thought I could find two or three of the best lines to emphasize -but they all are great lines.

Thank You for the daily of contributions of poetry and music to the Lair.

[laurenmarlowe]

Good morning Ms. Feather.

I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
The stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth to me the show had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

[StarCMC]

Authors note: This poem I jumped out of bed to write as I settled down to sleep looking at a whole heap of ironing in the corner.

This is one of the many poems available in our newly published book "Big Purple Undies" an hysterical look at women's lives in verse available at Dymocks bookstore WA Australia or through our website www.bigpurpleundies.com

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How I Wish There Was An Ironing Fairy


How I wish there was an ironing Fairy,
Who appeared when given the sign.
Like the basket spilling over,
And the voices starting to whine.

Mom, is my blue shirt ironed?
Those trousers could sure use a pleat.
He starts to iron like crazy,
With vigour he turns up the heat.

Yes, the fairy would indeed be a male
Dressed in a full tutu with glitters and stars
As I'm stretched out watching "Oprah"
He'd be ironing my knickers and bras

He's finished and he's worked like crazy,
You can hardly see him for steam.
When suddenly I awake from my slumber
And realise it's all been a dream.....


Copyright; Suzanne Kelman
Web Site: http://www.bigpurpleundies.com

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(I checked the link FIRST this time! *G*)

[luvie]

That was sooooo cute--it isn't true? LOL!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, ms marlowe.

Ah, a classic poem this morning, William Wordsworth's, I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud.

It is so encouraging to see the color of daffodils after so many months of bleak grays and snow white lawns.

Lovely graphic too!
Thank You and have a great day.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL! Morning Star!!
Ironing Fairy???

[Darksheare]

You garble up links too?

So I'm not alone in doing that?

[laurenmarlowe]

Very cute, Star! Oh, wouldn't that be so nice, LOL!

[laurenmarlowe]

Thank you Ms. Feather, you too!

[international american]

Drifters
Boardwalk
Ocean
Introspection.........BTTT

[international american]

Morning lauren. We are getting some classy poetry this morning.

[international american]

We need to post a good poem from somewhere lest we look bad, Darks: )