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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©





TOPICS: Poetry
KEYWORDS: classicpoetry; freespirits; haiku; humor; laughter; melody; music; musiclyrics; originalpoetry; soulfest
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To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; fish hawk

Hope, Johnn is gonna throw another log on the fire!! Drag yourself in here. LOL


The Lair is a blazing!! LOL Got some bacon and some beans??

Jerry Jeff Walker....


761 posted on 10/07/2005 10:57:30 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: fish hawk

Your a sly one my friend, and a master of words!

(And I bet those two have been your challenge and joy)


762 posted on 10/07/2005 10:59:13 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: bentfeather
"Hope, Johnn is gonna throw another log on the fire!!"


OK, but only because you ask me too.


Night Magic

She slips across the darkened room like smoke,
silent grace that brings her near to my dream.
Dressed in a whip of memory, and night’s cloak,
she is allure and temptation in the moon’s gleam.

I am alive to her silent presence, her kiss,
her very breath is like sweet fire on my skin.
Her touch is magic, an invitation to bliss,
urgent messengers of her desire, love’s Zen.

She slips in beside me, and we entwine on fire,
merging into one, so alive, so in need.
Sweet the moment as we spiral ever higher,
souls fused like hot forged steel, so heed.

Sweat soaked bodies lay in tangled bliss,
as breaths ragged with emotion sing of love.
We are together as we were meant to be, we kiss,
sinking into timelessness, sweet the song of the dove.
763 posted on 10/07/2005 11:03:30 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Whew, all that and now I gotta do the laundry!! LOL

Can't stand sweat soaked sheets.


764 posted on 10/07/2005 11:14:44 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Well if its that warm, I'll try to tone it down a bit.




Beachcomber

May I live down by the sounding sea,
where the gulls dance on the air to piercing cries.
Some sandy cave along the shore my home to be,
where I welcome all to truth and to banish lies.

A warm and gentle place beside the singing sea,
where waves race across the sand and back in rhythmic play.
The wind adds a player to any game and I laugh so free,
for here hearts are open to all the treasures found this day.

Tide pool worlds without end, from which Nature collects her share,
and I catalog them all for fun, before lunch takes me away this sweet day..
Like a Sandpiper sand dancing without a single care,
my spirit soars with joy to music only I can hear


765 posted on 10/07/2005 11:23:21 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: bentfeather

Sorry, grabbed the rough draft again, my mind must be on the edge again ;^)



Here is the finished one,sorry



Beachcomber

May I live down by the sounding sea,
where the gulls dance on the air to piercing cries.
Some sandy cave along the shore my home to be,
where I welcome all to truth and to banish lies.

A warm and gentle place beside the singing sea,
where waves race across the sand and back in rhythmic play.
The wind adds a player to any game and I laugh so free,
for here hearts are open to all the treasures found this day.

Tide pool worlds without end, from which Nature collects her share,
and I catalog them all for fun, before lunch takes me away.
Like a Sandpiper sand dancing without a single care,
my spirit soars with joy to music only I can hear this sweet day.


766 posted on 10/07/2005 11:26:33 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Oh my gosh, this is a beautiful poem. Very rich in content and imagery.


767 posted on 10/07/2005 11:37:08 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: WayzataJOHNN; HopeandGlory; StarCMC; fish hawk; Old Sarge

flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues

bf


768 posted on 10/07/2005 11:40:01 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: SAMWolf

I'm in.


769 posted on 10/07/2005 1:07:45 PM PDT by Darksheare (There is something in the rain where "somewhere" ends.)
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To: bentfeather

"Oh my gosh, this is a beautiful poem. Very rich in content and imagery."


And no tampering with the Lair thermostat either. ;^)


770 posted on 10/07/2005 1:23:53 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: bentfeather; WayzataJOHNN
Hope, Johnn is gonna throw another log on the fire!! Drag yourself in here. LOL

LOL . . . he's the Master of heating up The Lair for sure!!!

771 posted on 10/07/2005 6:28:15 PM PDT by HopeandGlory (Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
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To: WayzataJOHNN
And no tampering with the Lair thermostat either.
LOL
772 posted on 10/07/2005 6:38:16 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: HopeandGlory

Good evening, Hope, have you cooled down yet?? LOL


773 posted on 10/07/2005 6:39:27 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather
flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues

bf

whiskey honed warblers
trill sad songs by candlelight
boozy blues singers

hope


774 posted on 10/07/2005 6:48:33 PM PDT by HopeandGlory (Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
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To: bentfeather

Oh yes, in more ways than one . . . ;-) . . . our high today was in the fifty's with rain . . . quite a contrast from yesterday with temps in the upper 90's.


775 posted on 10/07/2005 6:51:02 PM PDT by HopeandGlory (Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
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To: bentfeather; WayzataJOHNN; NicknamedBob; StarCMC; Old Sarge; Colonel_Flagg

Sorry, I forgot to ping y'all to #774


776 posted on 10/07/2005 6:53:10 PM PDT by HopeandGlory (Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
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To: bentfeather; Old Sarge; everyone

Wilfred Owen


Greater Love

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft,-
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,-
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.

by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)


Thank you to Old Sarge, Afghan Man and all their contemporaries for their Service and Sacrifices in making sure we stay free . . . we salute you!!!

Goodnight Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . . . . see you tomorrow.


777 posted on 10/07/2005 7:37:07 PM PDT by HopeandGlory (Hey, Liberals . . . PC died on 9/11 . . . GET USED TO IT!!!)
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To: bentfeather

See, I DON'T have to write the hot stuff. ;>)



Dance to Morning

She dances in the light of Dawn, golden glow on her skin.
Like water in the rapids, she moves upon the wind.
Soft movements in time, to heartbeat and the music’s spin.
The sun paints her in molten gold, fire her soul’s whirlwind.
Dancer, dancer you are the moving prayer to morning again.
You draw it forth, your love, and I am envy thin-skinned.
Jealous and afraid to say I watch you, my heart unpinned.
Each day you dance, I dream you dance for me, my friend.


778 posted on 10/07/2005 8:46:55 PM PDT by WayzataJOHNN
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Oh Elegant. Lovely poem.


779 posted on 10/07/2005 8:48:30 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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To: HopeandGlory

Greater Love


Wonderful poem, Hope.

Prayers for Old Sarge, and Afghan Man. May they all come home to their loved ones safe and sound.


HUGS dear lady, and good night.


780 posted on 10/07/2005 8:52:54 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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