~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]

I don't know about that -last year I broke three.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
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Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

The Tide Falls, The Tide Rises



The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea in the darkness calls and calls;
The little waves, with their soft white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[Darksheare]

Morning!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam.

Listening to Tom T. Hall. Love his voice and style.



The Tide Falls, The Tide Rises

Good classic author this morning.


Thanks for all, hope you have a grand day.

[Darkchylde]

I be fine. How art thou?

[international american]

I haven't seen you posting much. Keeping busy, I spose.
Your brother has been teaching us the art of typo's.

[Darkchylde]

I've been lurking 'cause I don't have much to say. At the
rate he's going, it could become a legitimate college course.

[international american]

Masters Degree, maybe....: -)

[laurenmarlowe]

Good afternoon Ms. Feather!

Dew

As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Threaded with stars,
Scattering jewels on the fence
And the pasture bars;
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright
And the tangled weeds
Bearing a rainbow gem
On each of their seeds;
So has your love, my lover,
Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,
Set every common sight
Of tree or stone
Delicately alight
For me alone.

by Sara Teasdale

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, ms marlowe!!


Oh my goodness. What a poem.


Nobody does it like Sara.

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

ABBA~Fernando~

[Soaring Feather]

Evening Solace
by Charlotte Brontë

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back­a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress­
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.

[Soaring Feather]

~Herb Alpert~A Taste of Honey~

[Soaring Feather]

~Vern Gosdin~Slow Burning Memory~

[Soaring Feather]

~Billy Eckstine~I Apologize~

[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.

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

a poem for Efrain Bartolomé



one night
I heard a voice
speak poetic rivers and stars
over leopard jungles
and there stood this man
dressed in white
reading,
rain forests
in his pockets
and I could hear
the rustle of forest animals
when he moved
his feet.

his words
floated across the room to me
and landed powerfully
on my face
a push
a forceful brush across my cheek
with falcon feathers
scented of tree bark
and mountain winds
blowing from Chiapas
a welcome
from a foreign
place.

I was graced
with an audience
a book
a signature
from a new friend
and a voice
that told me histories
in slow syllables
comfortable meanderings
between our languages
his words
translated themselves
and they were the same
as mine
a blessing.

Kevyn Clark