~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXII

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

[WayzataJOHNN]

"Whew!!! . . .
You keep pouring coals on this fire,
fanning the flames of my desire,
with this train hurling down the track,
the furnace will blow its stack.
Oh heck, who cares?

Just keep on shoveling!!! . . . ;-)"


OK


Love by the Fire

She lay upon a hearth rug,lit by glowing coals the color of Love’s Rose,
her skin was as alabaster, washed in the light of Mars.
A flawless ruddy statue of Woman At Rest, in graceful curves of repose,
illuminated by her inner fire, echoing through her, like notes on a soul sitar.

Her hair flung back in that last act of release,
her eyes close in reflex as nerves are lovingly rasp.
Breath still surged to demands of her needs toward peace,
her body more alive then her mind can grasp.

Falling through her clouds of timeless tumbling mist,
into a deep and silent sea of complete peace.
She surrenders to the final act of our gentle tryst,
and we are finally sundered by that shattering release.

[La Enchiladita]

Mmm, I would love to stomp through those leaves.

[La Enchiladita]

Hi, 'feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Hello, La En!!

Nice to see you.

[Soaring Feather]

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Thought of the Day

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Spanish nun, mystic and reformer St. Theresa said,
"Whenever conscience commands anything, there is
only one thing to fear, and that is fear."

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Today is Tuesday, Oct. 4, the 277th day of 2005 with 88 to follow. The moon is waxing. The morning stars are Mars and Saturn. The evening stars are Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Venus and Pluto.

[Soaring Feather]

Johnn!!!!!! Cut that out!! LOL


These windows are all steamy again.

[Soaring Feather]

Sept. 29, 2005

[Soaring Feather]

[WayzataJOHNN]

"Johnn!!!!!! Cut that out!! LOL

These windows are all steamy again.


sheeeesh, I can't haveany fun here. (grumble,grumble, snort)

OK, then I'll keep it mild.


Tranquility

A whisper of breeze caresses her sleeping face,
tossing that long dark curl,
and dances among the soft hair in halo around her.

In silence I sit and watch her,
like a work of art just for me,
perfect in the moment, a masterpiece for me.

Precious like unto gold,
yet without equal you can see,
as great as an ancient King's treasure, just an arms length from me.

For her, simply just a nap,
for me, a long moment in a private gallery,
my Venus in Repose, sweetly enlightening me.

[Soaring Feather]

Tranquility



Very nice, did you just write this?? Quick work if that is the case.



Oh go ahead, and have some fun, steamy windows are fine.

[StarCMC]

VERY nice!! :o)

[HopeandGlory]

Yes I know he does . . . I've been been working my way thru' the older Lair threads . . . am now up to thread XXI . . . so I surely know how "Our Johnn" can heat up The Lair . . . ;-)

[Soaring Feather]

OMG!!! LOL with that graphic.

Well, Hope I think that is one of the things that attracted me to Johnn all those years ago. ROTFLOL!


Oh course, he would be rolling in the aisles laughing.

[NicknamedBob]

My Gracious!

The snap is in the Autumn air,
The crunch is underfoot,
The frozen rainbow sheds its flakes,
Too careless where they’re put!

The path is lost to multitudes,
Migrating as a group,
Eager-seeking shelter where,
They spy it, and they swoop!

They fill the corners of the yards,
They climb from gutters rushing,
To be the first ones digging in,
As others do the crushing.

All of a sodden, still they lie,
Their colors turned to camo,
Along with acorn shells nearby,.
Last Spring’s expended ammo.

Then earthworms do their slow unweave,
Unraveling shape and form,
Into the bowels of the undead world,
The nutrients are sequestered, warm,

‘Til nascent Spring sends forth her call,
“Arise ye teeming minions!
Ye’ve been asleep since dreary Fall,
Arise! To Spring’s dominions!”

Shyly climbing, green with shame,
The scattered portions cannot stop,
So once again they play the game,
Leapfrogging to the top!

NicknamedBob . . . . October 5, 2005

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks!

[StarCMC]

Noises fill the air
Running feet, coming to me.
My children are home!

[Soaring Feather]

Very nice Bob, thanks.

[Soaring Feather]

Star, did you draw the stick person??


Cute little poem. Thanks.

[HopeandGlory]

Sigh!!! . . . it's a good thing we have a cool front blowing thru' tonight . . . this site's on fire . . . ;-)

blue norther
blowing leaves no need to sweep
winter comes

rim 10/5/05 ©

[WayzataJOHNN]

"I surely know how "Our Johnn" can heat up The Lair . "


Well maybe just warm it up a tad perhaps, (insert evil laugh here)

so maybe you might allow me to leave a couple here for your consideration?


Fire of the Hearts

Sweet your eyes this precious night,
your breath a fire upon my skin.
Your hands explore me like old friends so light,
touching, teasing me to new heights again.

We burn in a single flame that welds us as one,
our breaths like bellows to the forge, rasp with our heat.
Your nails leave tracks of passion on my back, and they do run,
but I feel them not in this moment so shattering sweet.

Gasping on the edge of obliteration, we embrace,
and hold this second's span as long as we can.
To fall in tumbling collapse upon the sheets, to end the race,
and find the peace of satisfaction so previously ban.

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Rapture of the Senses

My lover’s eyes sparkle with their fire,
and I wish in it again to burn awhile.
Those soft sweet lips of which I never tire,
touch every nerve and subject me to their trial.

Like a pair of temple dancers entwined,
sliding across the stage of my skin,
Two hands touch me without limit of any kind,
and so their dance sets fire to me within.

Their breath scorches me with their soft inner fire,
and leaves me shuddering from the joy that I find.
Whispers pleading and promising that which we desire,
as we burn together, bodies, souls, and minds.

Minds enraptured, bodies entwined, and souls as one,
breaths in time to a galactic pulse measuring our time.
The race of enjoined hearts by us both is won,
as both surrender to passion’s final mime.