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~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXII
August 28, 2005
| bentfeather/The Poets of the Lair
Posted on 08/28/2005 2:26:23 AM PDT by 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©
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TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; freespirits; haiku; humor; laughter; melody; music; musiclyrics; originalpoetry; soulfest
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To: bentfeather
Thank you, ms. feather. You have a many-splendored day!!
321
posted on
09/14/2005 9:13:06 AM PDT
by
La Enchiladita
(What's this old world coming to? Things ...ain't the same, ev'ry time the hunter gets captured by..)
To: La Enchiladita; SouthernHawk; Jet Jaguar; Texas Songwriter; laurenmarlowe; HopeandGlory; SAMWolf; ..
Good morning everyone.
322
posted on
09/15/2005 6:41:52 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: HopeandGlory; La Enchiladita; WayzataJOHNN; All
oriental rains
dripping tears
a quiet garden weeps
bentfeather
323
posted on
09/15/2005 9:08:48 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: bentfeather
324
posted on
09/15/2005 9:11:26 AM PDT
by
La Enchiladita
(What's this old world coming to? Things ...ain't the same, ev'ry time the hunter gets captured by..)
To: La Enchiladita
325
posted on
09/15/2005 9:14:48 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: bentfeather
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
To: Texas Songwriter
Ripples
Hello, TS, wow this is a powerful poem. Very well done.
Thank You.
327
posted on
09/15/2005 3:25:25 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: SouthernHawk; Jet Jaguar; Texas Songwriter; laurenmarlowe; HopeandGlory; SAMWolf; ...
Good morning everyone.
328
posted on
09/16/2005 7:35:43 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: bentfeather
329
posted on
09/16/2005 9:46:01 AM PDT
by
Kathy in Alaska
(~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ Operation Semper Fi ~a field hospital~)
To: Kathy in Alaska
Good morning, to you Kathy. Thank You for today's hymn.
330
posted on
09/16/2005 9:51:28 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: HopeandGlory; WayzataJOHNN; Jet Jaguar; MS.BEHAVIN; La Enchiladita
331
posted on
09/16/2005 6:20:12 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: bentfeather; everyone
leafy fronds
atop bamboo poles
panda food
rim 9/16/05
Good night Miss Feather . . . see you tomorrow.
332
posted on
09/16/2005 8:25:56 PM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory
Awww, so sweet, good night Hope and thank you.
333
posted on
09/16/2005 8:26:57 PM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: bentfeather
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 moments 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.
To: bentfeather
Waves wash the beach sand
erasing history's track
oh the ceaseless sea
To: WayzataJOHNN
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.
336
posted on
09/17/2005 1:43:01 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory
moonlight on gossamer wings
celestial, serendipitous event
forever skyward bound
bentfeather
337
posted on
09/17/2005 1:57:43 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...)
To: WayzataJOHNN; bentfeather
Waves wash the beach sand
erasing history's track
oh the ceaseless sea
wjPounding surf
laying treasures at my feet
sand dollars
hope
338
posted on
09/17/2005 5:08:09 AM PDT
by
HopeandGlory
(Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
To: HopeandGlory; WayzataJOHNN; La Enchiladita; Texas Songwriter
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
339
posted on
09/17/2005 8:05:50 AM PDT
by
Soaring Feather
(Going to the End of the Line...~Nat King Cole~Stardust~)
To: bentfeather
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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