The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XXI~

June 26, 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©

[WayzataJOHNN]

Growing up Cowboy

A small fire burned,
in a sheltering hollow,
‘tween the wind-twisted pines,
up above Willow Creek.

Beside it, in silence,
sits a young man of seventeen years,
counting stars,
and planning dreams.

Fixing wire fences,
is a lonely job,
with more empty hours,
then a sane man might seek.

Working hard,
pitching hay and cleaning stalls,
and when need arises, as it will,
standing toe to toe, as man must to.

Ain’t no easy way,
life is hard, and quick to hurt,
so you take it as it comes,
and get on with it, and get it done.

Learning about girls, and women, early,
finding out things others won’t for a while,
You see the world from another view,
and you age a bit, you truly do.

Hard work and hard men,
and hard play at works end,
your still riding for the brand,
as long as they stand by you, old son.

One big old strapping country boy,
learning the ways of becoming a man,
with a Morgan horse and a pack mule,
earning their pay the hard way it seems.

Stretching wire,
making fences tight and strong again,
pulling cows out of waterholes,
aching in every muscle, as sleep does hide.

Hard lessons never forgot,
part of you forever and a day,
giving all you can, and doing it right,
now serenaded by night bird’s screams.

Some think it so romantic,
never knowing the dangers, or the pain,
yet it still lives within me,
when memories decide to take a ride.

[Soaring Feather]

A Moment to Myself


Nice thoughts from your quiet time.

[Soaring Feather]

A new chapter from the book
I did not know about the poet.

Very well, done.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[laurenmarlowe]

Good Evening Ms. Feather.

Trade Winds

by John Masefield

In the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,
Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees,
And day-long, night-long, the cool and pleasant breeze
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.

There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale,
The shuffle of the dancers, the old salt's tale,
The squeaking fiddle, and the soughing in the sail
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.

And o' nights there's fire-flies and the yellow moon,
And in the ghostly palm-trees the sleepy tune
Of the quiet voice calling me, the long low croon
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh that is a beautiful poem. Thank you.

I was in BonAire in the 80s, the Trade Winds blow there. What a wonderful island to be on.

[HopeandGlory]

dragonfly sits
on a throne of reed
motionlessly dancing in the wind

by Michael Moore

Goodnight Miss Feather and Fellow Larites . . . see you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

Beautiful. Thank You.


Have a good sleep.

*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good Saturday afternoon, ms feather.

Blessed Assurance

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, Kathy.

Thank you for the Gaither's, Blessed Assurance. Lovely hymn.

Have a wonderful day.

[HopeandGlory]

painting by poets' brother Dante Gabriel Rossetti one of the Pre-Raphaelites

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned;
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray;
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad

by Christina Rossetti

Goodnight Miss Feather and Fellow Larites . . . .see you tomorrow

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening, HopeandGlory. Thank You, for the lovely painting and poem. I always have liked Raphael's work.

There is a lot going on in this painting. I especially like the arched window that takes us outside of the painting.

Good night and rest well.

Interesting the poet and artist are brother and sister.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Again, We Share Time

Gentle are your eyes, like your soul,
for they are filled with kindness there.
I look into them, from my memories whole,
and I feel that little glow, held with care.

Such precious treasures are both rare and dear,
and to be kept so gentle in memory’s vault.
I keep you there, a pedestaled glory I swear,
burnished by constant recall, ever my fault.

Time flows onward as unstoppable as the tides,
yet memories flow back, crossing even time.
For upon them we can cross ages as we ride,
reliving moments locked in eternity’s rhyme.

[WayzataJOHNN]

As its Sunday,

Father of us all,
keep us in your ways,
and let us hold all others,
as you hold us,
remind us when we fail you,
and let us each day try to honor you.

In humble heart may we follow you,
and learn your lessons well,
for only then can we claim you,
and hope you find us worth claiming,
for there will come the time set aside,
judgement final and true.

Amen

[Soaring Feather]

Again, We Share Time



A wonderful tender poem.
Like the pages of a memory album
each page holds a different memory and story.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You for Sunday Blessings in The Lair.

[Soaring Feather]

Sunday Music
Various Artists

~Nana Mouskouri~Vaya Con Dios~

~Three Irish Tenors~The Fields of Athenry~

~Pavarottia~Ava Marie~

~Irish Tenors~When Irish Eyes Are Smiling~

~Three Irish Tenors~Amazing Grace~

~Ottmar Liebert~Starry Night~

[Soaring Feather]

Aeolian Harp

In the garden by the fern
a winged creature did a turn
to show his face of gold and green
and iridescent eyes to sheen

To my surprise he opened his wings to seize
a flowing unseen breeze
he shaped his little wings just so
into a tiny little bow through which
the breeze did flow.
I could hear a distant sound
a harp plucking sound
In my surprise I learned that he
played his little harp for me.

A magic spell he did cast
upon the garden and the grass
his little face he did show
was gold and green and yes, it glowed

He smiled his shy smile for me
and played his harp with so much glee,
this enchanting little dragonfly
mesmerized the night before
he took his long, dark, flight,
and gave his little gift to me
a quick bush against my hair I felt
as he left the fern bed lair.
And lazily I take my reprieve
in the garden by the fern...

Just before the dusk did fall
a quick swoop toward me fell
He whispered softly in my ear
I'll be back to you my dear
and play my harp for you.

bentfeather
July 17, 2005

[WayzataJOHNN]

Now that's one smart Dragonfly,
knows to play to you in the garden so sly,
and leaves you wait for the next time he'll fly!