~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXII

August 28, 2005 | bentfeather/The Poets of the Lair

[Kathy in Alaska]

Blessed Assurance

Good afternoon, ms feather.

[La Enchiladita]

Hi Kathy. I listen to this nearly every time you post it. Thank you so much and God bless you.

[HopeandGlory]

You're very welcome . . . they were fun to work with.

[HopeandGlory]

It's my pleasure . . . I love the last two lines

Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

To me, they really seem to speak about meaning of this site.

[HopeandGlory]

dashing dragonfly
dressed in jewel shimmering hues
dandy pond dweller

rim 10/1/05

[Soaring Feather]

dragonflies dressed in gold
gossamer glittering
to behold

bentfeather
10.01.05

[HopeandGlory]

Good evening Miss Feather . . . that's a beautiful golden shimmering dragonfly.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Child

A child’s eyes,
are as big as their wonder,
deep as their trust,
clear as a perfect soul.

Angels were the model,
for children from His hand,
a gift to cherish with pride,
making your love so whole.

Treasure them more then gold,
more then diamonds and as rare,
remembering they are yours,
only for a short time for you.

They will grow beyond you and leave,
finding their way as best they can,
maybe with your values or others,
so decide by what you, their Shepherd, do.

[HopeandGlory]

Samuel Coleridge - Taylor

Work Without Hope

    All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.

Samuel Coleridge - Taylor (1772 - 1834)

Good night Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . see you tomorrow.

[Soaring Feather]

A dragonfly came today

he landed on a clothes pin

looked me directly

to let me know we see

things eye to eye

after our brief encounter

his four wings did fly

to land in the tree above

keeping me in his sights

this odd phenomenon I know

on this October day

when I roam hundreds of miles

from home and with a dragonfly play.

bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful words of wisdom. Thanks so much, Johnn.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Lady Feather,
I am always glad to discover you find something worthy in my efforts, most satisfying when it comes from my Muse.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Sunday Lesson

Sunrise softly lights the lamp of day,
and whisper like, the sweet morning air,
brings the first breath of life.

Take the time to hear what He does say,
and hold that truth with special care,
to find your path from pain and strife.

Trust the words of ancient cast,
and seek the way beyond today,
if you would know the truth inside.

Wisdom brought forth from ancient past,
as true today as it was back then I say,
accept, He sees, and you cannot hide.
_________________

[Soaring Feather]

Sunday treasure in the Lair
wisdoms words sprinkled here and there


laid down in the early hours
to shine bright by light of day


a Sunday lesson taught by Johnn
whose muse touches us all.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Me a Muse???

Hold on there Lady 'feather, I don't know anyone I've ever influenced! (well, there was that one time, but those charges were dropped, I swear it!)

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, now how do you know you have not inspired anyone?? Hmmm?? To write poetry that is!!

[WayzataJOHNN]

I’m Angry

I hear the talking heads agree to disagree,
and make America less with every word.
I rage at the ease with which they lie you see,
protected by rights they think for us absurd.

Black is white and that isn’t right,
for truth should not be a commodity.
But until we the people put it in that light,
there’s not a chance in hell it will ever be.

You who let those others think for you,
you aid them with your bleeding heart apathy.
If you think your free think again, oh do,
because your more a slave then you want to be.

Letting others lead your life this way,
shows your weakness as a citizen my friend.
America wasn’t built by the like of you I say,
but those who love her enough in the end.

Those who serve her, defend her with pride,
those strong in God and self-responsibility.
Those who build her up and never hide,
are the Americans you have the chance to be.

Change not the Constitution or our Rights,
they are the backbone of our way of life.
Greatness comes to those who remain in the light,
and strive to overcome apathy and strife.

Our enemies rage both without and within,
seeking our very end in their vented fear.
Wanting only to have their choice of blameless sin,
and let the other guy pay the price so dear.

And now I ask you citizens one and all,
to stand for something worthy in the end.
To be true to America, and prevent her fall,
to those who think only to tax and spend.

[Soaring Feather]

Excellent patriotic work.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Yeah, well sometimes I get a bit grouchy at the talking heads, and I vent a bit.

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, yes, that's a good thing!!