~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXII

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

[Soaring Feather]

Hi Sam, thanks for opening up the Liar.

Wonderful Autumn poem, gorgeous graphic as well.

It's such a pleasure to have you posting again.

[fish hawk]

Did you just call Sam a "Liar"? LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my gosh hawk, did I?? LOL

Aloha, my FRiend.

[Soaring Feather]

Ooooops I meant Lair!

Oh Sam so sorry!! I never would have noticed it where it not for fishhawk!!


Oh my gosh, hilarious!!

[fish hawk]

fun with words: Liar = Lair

Goshawk = "A large swift hawk with short wings" (Webster's)

I am large but not to swift and the "short wings" is a private matter. LOL

[WayzataJOHNN]

As long as the wing (no matter their size) still see occasion to have use, then everything is just fine.

[Soaring Feather]

LOL

Oh, hawk,I thought fish hawks had a wide wing span.


As someone with bentfeathers I can attest
that straight, strong feathers get around best! LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Morning, Johnn.


We need a little heat in the Lair today, Missouri is a tad on the cold side. LOL

[fish hawk]

I've always loved this word: innuendo

[WayzataJOHNN]

"We need a little heat in the Lair today, Missouri is a tad on the cold side. LOL"


Her/I

Her hands are as soft as watered silk,
slipping, gripping softly across my back.

Her breath is warm and hurried now,
pacing our shared moment in perfect tune.

Her nails trace a tingling path along every nerve,
and I return the loving touch in appreciation.

Her teeth nip at my neck, and send shivers up my spine,
lifting me to new heights, from which I lift her yet again.

Her warmth is like a fire, a living forge, tempering me,
striking sparks along every nerve, living fireworks.

Her words are too soft to hear, yet speak of all her needs,
and leave me knowing her even deeper still, what intensity.

Fusion in a moment that makes two complete as one,
expanding insight to fill a universe contained inside two lovers.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Innuendo


It slips off the tongue so roundly,
a play of sounds with which to test,
tones slipping and sliding most fondly.

Implied and not, it carries weight,
and slips so easy into our word play set,
and we see it only after its just too late.

A convoluted joy of sounds woven tight,
and meanings just as mixed at best,
what a marvel, innuendo seen in a better light.

[fish hawk]

Great poem. The word can be used in many situations but I've always thought of it in a sexual sense. I hope no psychiatrists are listening! LOL

[WayzataJOHNN]

AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH yes, the sexual sense, now that would make for quite another sort of poem I think Lady 'feather might not allow here!

;^)

[Soaring Feather]

Good word!

I like gossamer, serendipity.


Innuendo, to imply a another meaning to a statement??

bentfeather's interpretation. LOL

[WayzataJOHNN]

I likely teeter near the edge as it is with some of my poems, (but then what excitement would there be in only passing near the edge?)

[Soaring Feather]

Now Johnn!!

Drag out that dang fan again, it's over heated in here.

Whew, I just ate lunch. LOL

I know, I asked for it.

[WayzataJOHNN]

MS. 'feather

is it warm enough yet, or do I throw another log on the fire???

[Soaring Feather]

Good poem Innuendo!


Well done.

[fish hawk]

I was on the edge once, many years ago but I fell in. The good thing is that now, I have two fine lovely daughters. (innuendo?)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Innuendo

Hawk was right, its a grand word, sets the mind going all by itself.