~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXII

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

[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©

[Soaring Feather]

MS.B. you must read this poem. *HUGS*



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[MS.BEHAVIN]

Lovely, John..
Thank you for the PING Ms.Feather..
Ms.B

[WayzataJOHNN]

Perhaps this might interest your consideration.


Romance from Her Side

She dreams of that perfect romance by a soft burning fire,
that takes her by storm until her senses are sated and spent.
Her needs filled to perfection, her inner fire fed ever higher,
until only silence, breathing, feelings are left, her needs unspent.

Her moment of surrender as perfect as a surreal dream,
filled to overflowing with sensations like a tidal wave.
Sweet moment to recall in her mind when she so deems,
treasured images to carry her on, her needs to lave

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.

[MoJo2001]

Good afternoon Queenie!!
*HUGS*

[Soaring Feather]

Hi My Little Diva!! *HUGS*


We had a light frost in Tahiti this morning. Furnace is running, Queenie had 4 blankets on last night. Burr. Gorgeous day today.

[MoJo2001]

Hmmm..seems to me that you could get that drama at home. Maybe it's time to pack up and leave Tahiti as soon as possible. LOL!

*HUGS*

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good day, ms feather.

Blessed Assurance

[snippy_about_it]

Good afternoon from cloudy and mild Oregon. Are you still on the road?

[Soaring Feather]

Evening snippy, stationary in MO for the time being. Leaving Monday for the Empire State.

[Soaring Feather]

flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues

bf

whiskey honed warblers
trill sad songs by candlelight
boozy blues singers

hope

muddy river blues
alto sax blowing low
New Orleans that was

bf

[HopeandGlory]

flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues

bf

whiskey honed warblers
trill sad songs by candlelight
boozy blues singers

hope

muddy river blues
alto sax blowing low
New Orleans that was

bf

Pete Fountain - Al Hirt
music floats from Bourbon Steet
salad days of youth

hope

[Soaring Feather]

flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues

bf

whiskey honed warblers
trill sad songs by candlelight
boozy blues singers

hope

muddy river blues
alto sax blowing low
New Orleans that was

bf

Pete Fountain - Al Hirt
music floats from Bourbon Steet
salad days of youth

hope

hot steamy nights
walking old cemeteries
voodoo chants on back avenues

bf

[HopeandGlory]

flashing neon
noisy city sounds
drowning out the blues

bf

whiskey honed warblers
trill sad songs by candlelight
boozy blues singers

hope

muddy river blues
alto sax blowing low
New Orleans that was

bf

Pete Fountain - Al Hirt
music floats from Bourbon Steet
salad days of youth

hope

hot steamy nights
walking old cemeteries
voodoo chants on back avenues

bf

drive-in theaters
Dracula like mosquitoes
ouch - never again

hope

[Soaring Feather]

LOL, I feel like Dracula has drained me.

Good night dear lady.

[HopeandGlory]

LOL!!! . . . Good night Miss Feather . . . .see you tomorrow.

[HopeandGlory]

Matthew Arnold

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
 Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

by Matthew Arnold (1822-88)

The more things change, the more they stay the same . . .sigh!!!

Good night everyone . . .see you tomorrow.

[fish hawk]

Those old Delta Blues
still haunting my memory
lie buried in silt

[Soaring Feather]

Those old Delta Blues
still haunting my memory
lie buried in silt
fh

A drowning city
steeped in corruption
gambling for it legs

bf

[Soaring Feather]

Thank you Hope for this poem.

Rest well dear friend.