~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXII

August 28, 2005 | bentfeather/The 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©

[La Enchiladita]

Thank you, ms. feather. You have a many-splendored day!!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

oriental rains
dripping tears
a quiet garden weeps

bentfeather

[La Enchiladita]

Top 0'the Mornin'

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, returned to you.

[Texas Songwriter]

Ripples

A man stood still, ankle deep
In New Orleans, on Bourbon Street.
He looked right, then to the left,
And raised his foot, to take a step.
And so continued the ripple.
Set in motion at the start,
When God divided land and sea,
Afar, from the firmament and heaven to be.
And on to life the ripple flowed,
Across the world through flood and snow,
Through virga and the gentle rain,
Where hailstones fell just the same,
The ripples held their actions clear.
Circles after circle, far and near,
Wisdom rippled across the lands,
Imbued by God, given man.
To do with as he wished, to build or break,
Or capture ripples in its wake
To blame, or give, or love, or hate,
The ripples roared, the ripples waved,
Confronting order, these, laws obeyed.
Mans wisdom challenged what God ordained,
And in this match, the ripples, stayed,
Ordered in law, released in Grace,
As tears rippled across the face
of God.
What must He think to witness this?
That men choose hate, evading bliss,
It ripples through the hearts of men,
Today, back to when time began.
Before the flood and parted sea,
Rippled through the heart of sin.
Then rippled to The Way of Life,
Through the womb that carried Him,
Through ripples this Child was God,
The desert trembled where he trod,
To carry on as order lost,
As blood rippled down the Cross,
To bear the black and burdoned heart,
So man, while lost, could make a start,
That rippled through the ages left,
Across the world and back again,
To a man who stands on Bourbon Street,
In New Orleans, ankle deep.

Jeffrey D.Russell
copyright, September 15,2005

[Soaring Feather]

Ripples

Hello, TS, wow this is a powerful poem. Very well done.

Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Blessed Assurance

Good Friday morn afternoon, ms feather.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, to you Kathy. Thank You for today's hymn.

[Soaring Feather]

[HopeandGlory]

leafy fronds
atop bamboo poles
panda food

rim 9/16/05

Good night Miss Feather . . . see you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

Awww, so sweet, good night Hope and thank you.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Susurrus

Whispers, echoes of words that float soft upon the wind like ghosts of old,
everywhere and nowhere, gossamer shadows of thoughts and deed.
Huge old basilica, or temple grand, or tabernacle humble, they make bold,
filling the silences and halls with subtle sounds of their passing, as on they lead.

Sweet words, or cruel, vicious, and vaporous, they are and will be forever there,
inhabiting the places like tenants who have overstayed their allotted time.
Changing lives and histories, tool of the deciding Fates, often with no care,
leaving behind still more susurrus, often with neither reason or rhythm.

Always soft of volume, yet often blaring in nature, enough to disrupt all peace,
altering the moment’s mood, and leaving behind a soul in tears.
Listen to the whispers, and come to understand the power of the susurrus released,
be careful of your soft words my friend, for they have power to rend and sear.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Waves wash the beach sand
erasing history's track
oh the ceaseless sea

[Soaring Feather]

Susurrus



Oh my, Johnn this poem is elegant, the last line gripped my heart. I wonder if your wrote it for me. Probably just my vanity. Truly a superb work.

[Soaring Feather]

moonlight on gossamer wings
celestial, serendipitous event
forever skyward bound

bentfeather

[HopeandGlory]

Waves wash the beach sand
erasing history's track
oh the ceaseless sea
wj

Pounding surf
laying treasures at my feet
sand dollars
hope

[Soaring Feather]

Waves wash the beach sand
erasing history's track
oh the ceaseless sea
wj

Pounding surf
laying treasures at my feet
sand dollars
hope

gravitity push and pull
ebb and flow
sand kingdoms fall

bentfeather

[WayzataJOHNN]

Waves wash the beach sand
erasing history's track
oh the ceaseless sea
wj


Pounding surf
laying treasures at my feet
sand dollars
hope


gravitity push and pull
ebb and flow
sand kingdoms fall
bentfeather


Waves dance with the foam
as gulls cry out on the wing
over surging seas

wj





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