~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XX

May 8, 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]

Morning men.

[international american]

Oh I had a horse and his name was Bill
And when he ran he couldn't stand still
He ran away one day
And also I ran with him

He ran so fast he could not stop
He ran into a barber shop
Fell exhaustionized - with his eye teeth -
In the barber's left shoulder

I had a gal and her name was Daisy
And when she sang the cat went crazy
With deliriums - St. Vituses -
And all kinds of cataleptics

One day she sang a song about
A man who turned himself inside out
And jumped into the river
He was so very sleepy

I'm going out in the woods next year
And shoot for beer and not for deer
Well I am, well I ain't
I'm a great sharpshootress

At shooting birds I am a beaut
There is no bird I cannot shoot
In the eye, in the ear, in the teeth
And in the fingers

I went up in a balloon so big
The people on earth looked like, a pig
Like a mouse, like a caddydid
Like flyses and like fleases

The balloon had turned up with its bottom side high
Fell on the wife of a country squire
She made a noise like a doghound, like a steam whistle
And also like dynamite

What, could you do in a case like that
What can you do but stamp on your hat
Or on your grandmother, on your toothbrush
And on everything that's helpless.

Carl Sandburg
American Songbag 1950

[international american]

"Mornign!"

A rather benign good morning, eh??

[Soaring Feather]

LOL


What a hoot!! Sounds like a bad dream ol Carl had the night before.:-)

[Soaring Feather]

>A rather benign good morning, eh??<

Oops sorry if came off that way.

Good morning IA!!!!

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

Candle



I light my candle,
melting it clear
the air whispers,
sometimes too near.
My candle burns
yellow, blue, white,
I keep it going
all through the night.
Sometimes it flickers,
moving in torrid patterns,
circling, dwindling, sparking tatters,
flame wanes, then rises up,
springing form what you thought was no more.
It keeps on fighting,
melting wax as time goes by,
the candle is me,
and it is I.

May Richardson

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!


Candle

I think the author is talking about her spirit in this poem, it is the life of all of us. Interesting poem.


Golden oldies this morning.


Thanks for all. Have a great day me FRiend.

[international american]

That was Darksheare...... he has the best typos at FR: )

[international american]

Very good poem!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL Are you sure?? I was positive it was posted by IA!!

[international american]

To: international american
Mornign!
The usual morning stuff on my end.



120 posted on 05/12/2005 7:31:27 AM PDT by Darksheare (There is a flaw in my surreality, it's totally unrealistic.)

:-)

[laurenmarlowe]

Good afternoon Ms. Feather!

Three little birds in a row
Sat musing.
A man passed near that place.
Then did the little birds nudge each other.

They said, "He thinks he can sing."
They threw back their heads to laugh.
With quaint countenances
They regarded him.
They were very curious,
Those three little birds in a row.

by Stephen Crane

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, ms marlowe!
Lovely graphic and poem, thank you.

[Soaring Feather]

Stomp out the typo demon!

[Darksheare]

LOL!
I knew I typo'd "morning" somewhere.. I just wasn't sure where.
Wish I could stomp him out.

[Soaring Feather]

Would not be the same Darksheare if you didn't do typos!


GRIN

[Darksheare]

I know.
Some of the typos are very unfortunate and untimely at times.
;-)

[Darkchylde]

That poem can actually be taken literally or
metaphorically, something which makes me
a bit proud... as I don't usually write something
that can be seen both ways. Metaphorically, the
butterfly is love.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, be proud, it's a good poem and good writing.