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Posted on 05/08/2005 8:31:59 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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It was wonderful. I don't get to see the whole crew that often anymore. Everyone is working and they do have their own lives.
LOL on the twig!!!
Dawn, comes too soon,
and wakes me with glare,
knowing I'd rather sleep till noon!
I slept to noon one lonely day,
so I snuggled in the hay and watched
a spider spin a web into a silken pillow for my head.
Lazy moments filled my head
as I lay sleeping like a log
upon my ancient feather bed
Dawn . . . fluffy pillow under my head
Comfy quilt upon my bed
Aw rats . . . I gotta pee!!! . . . ;-)
I pry myself up, eyes closed
staggering along the wall
hope I remember which turn along the hall
The hall was black there is no wall
I think I'll take a giant fall
into a huge and swirling black hole
Now I lay in the first floor hall
and still I have to pee
This is just not my day at all!
Now this was fun, thanks for joining in!
Good morning, good afternoon!
Looking back over the group poem, I have to say there is some real gifted folks here. You all are fun to read, and thanks again for such fun.
Ms. Feather
Your late addition was a hoot! Clearly your mind is both gifted and just a bit warped. A lovely combination.
He promised to be with me forever
until the end of time, somewhere
there is a place for us... on a far
and distant star, one maybe not yet born
The Promise, The Oath, held together
in hearts by the precious jewel of hope
the fragile mesh of a dragonflie's wing
the lightness of a Fae and the strength of
blue tempered steel...
We wait until the first time
ever I saw his face I knew there
would never be another one for me.
bentfeather
06-24-05
They
She a woman of urban ways,
He, a self-made man of iron will.
She, set love upon their days,
He needed her beyond kens fill.
She, all softness, gentle spirit fair,
He, iron formed but all is hidden.
She, a woman of open heart and care,
He, warrior bred, his fire easily bidden.
She, gives love in open manner clear,
He, holds it in, his armor of the heart.
She, understood and still held him dear,
He, understood and stayed, to be a part.
She, smiled and accepted him as he was,
He, held her in his center, the strength of him.
She, left the tiger free, and he stayed because,
He, knew home was with her so gentle and slim.
She, is all and everything to the iron man,
He, the other half of her soul, her mate.
She, is happy, her needs echo his, passion’s fan,
He, burns with her, and both hold tight, needs to sate.
Opposites, or equals, who rules who, and why,
Both, reflect the other with details engraved.
Each, the shelter of the other until time dies,
Same in many ways, aching as one, love’s enslaved.
Good night
Sweet dreams and gentle nights.
Perfect in every way.
I love entering The Lair to find a treasure left in the night.
Thank You.
"Perfect in every way.
I love entering The Lair to find a treasure left in the night."
And it is my fun to leave one here for you to find.
Well, I'm off, (in so many ways), have to go sell tickets for the steamboat museum I belong to. [Where else can I get to volunteer and to engineer on a 100 year old steam boat? Come check it out at www.steamboatminnehaha.org and see what fun I'm up to. ;^) ]
Okay, my FRiend, have a grand day and I will check out the link.
*HUGS*
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